1. |
One More Song
04:45
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I've given up on love burned your wedding gown
Given up on concrete & riding underground
Tennessee lies waiting like she’s know me all along
I’ve given up on everything for just one more song
I’m putting down my blues giving up this grind
I’m done breaking my back for a shoebox in the sky
I’m leaving here like smoke a grey memory at dawn
I’ve given up on everything for just one more song
If anybody asks you tell them I had to go
Chasing melodies down this endless black top road
Tell em I’m a dreamer tell em that I’m gone
That I gave up everything for just one more song
That I gave up everything for just one more song
I’ve wasted so much time I’m going at full speed
Flying or I’m falling there ain’t no inbetween
I will be a rocket or I’ll be your atom bomb
I’ve given up on everything for just one more song
If anybody asks you tell them I had to go
Chasing melodies down this endless black top road
Tell em I’m a dreamer tell em that I’m gone
That I gave up everything for just one more song
That I gave up everything for just one more song
One day some night like this perhaps you’ll understand
I’ll take out my guitar & I’ll count in the band
I’ll play this song for you I hope you’ll sing along
I’ve given up on everything for just one more song
I’ve given up on everything for just one more song
I’ve given up on everything for just one more song
I’ve given up on everything for just one more song
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2. |
Back On The Radio
03:13
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I’ve been an old man longer than a young man
My voice sounds like two packs a day
Sore hands can’t play the guitar
Decades past my heyday
But I keep travelling down the road singing your favorite songs
It all hurts a little less when everybody sings along
Prop me up on stage well it might be my last show
If I die tonight I’ll get back on the radio back on the radio
At the stage door the groupies are all wrinkled
My limo is like a big black hearse
& the only action I get these days
Is a sponge bath from my Russian nurse
But I keep travelling down the road singing your favorite songs
It all hurts a little less when everybody sings along
Prop me up on stage well it might be my last show
If I die tonight I’ll get back on the radio back on the radio
The disc jockeys will all say they loved me
A big obit in the New York Times
& a shy kid with his first guitar
Will butcher my songs at an open mic
& when I get to heaven the angels will sing along
Such perfect harmonies but they’ll still get the lyrics wrong
Prop me up on stage well it might be my last show
If I die tonight I’ll get back on the radio
Prop me up on stage until the lights go low
When the fat lady sings I’ll get back on the radio
Back on the radio
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3. |
Fly In A Bottle
04:31
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She looks just like a stranger in her leopard print sunglasses
Lyin bout her bruises & doin up her faux fur jacket
She says everything is fine that I should believe her
But I don’t trust a word she says since she fell for that drug dealer
A fly in a bottle doesn’t know it’s trapped
Buzzing round in circles bumping into glass
Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself
She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out
She used to walk out on that stage & send those dark clouds packing
She was the life of the party & could get the whole room laughing
But the bar became her home & all that booze became a crutch
When dreams turn into thin air they’re impossible to touch
A fly in a bottle doesn’t know it’s trapped
Buzzing round in circles bumping into glass
Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself
She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out
If I’d been a better husband if I’d been a better man
If I’d had an ounce of shame perhaps she would make a stand
I hope there comes a moment I hope there comes a time
When she will finally see a whole world on the outside
Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself
She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out
A fly in a bottle doesn’t know it’s trapped
Buzzing round in circles bumping into glass
Living at full throttle she’s bound to hurt herself
She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out
She’s a fly in a bottle & she can’t get out
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4. |
Wine & Dine
02:37
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When I see a pretty woman looking my direction
I walk right up to her & confess my imperfections
I built my life upon the sand there's no stability
I’ll always make her laugh but Ill never have money
If she wants to spring for drinks I really wouldn’t mind
But it’s never gonna happen if I have to wine & dine
There's so many pretty women it's enough to make me cry
No man can love em all lord knows I've tried
But ‘the one’ she eludes me I can't find her anywhere
Doubt I ever will If I can’t find bus fare
But we could sit and talk all night one thing I've got is time
But it’s never gonna happen if I have to wine & dine
I could cut my hair & be a company man
But working nine to five just Isn't who I am
I guess I’ll keep on singing this silly little song
Until my angel woman finally comes along
& someday if it goes badly I’ll etch it all in rhyme
But that’s never gonna happen if I have to wine and dine
& if you want to spring for drinks no I really wouldn’t mind
But it's never gonna happen If I have to wine & dine
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5. |
Her Favourite Dirty Joke
04:02
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Lookin back ain’t a notion she’s ever had
Her passion a nomad it calls no man home
Lovers don’t turn into love birds
She bristles at sweet words & laughs at her phone
When those lonesome lovers won’t leave her alone
She thinks it’s so funny when they go for broke
But she ain’t teasing she’s just leaving
Heartbreak is her favourite kind
Bring on the tears she don’t mind
Heartbreak is her favourite dirty joke
Have you heard the one about the fool
Crying on his barstool thinking she was the one
Waiting on a woman who’s already gone
She thinks it’s so funny when they go for broke
But she ain’t teasing she’s just leaving
Heartbreak is her favourite kind
Bring on the tears she don’t mind
Heartbreak is her favourite dirty joke
She thinks it’s so funny when they go for broke
But she ain’t teasing she’s just leaving
Knock knock who’s there?
She don’t know & she don’t care
Heartbreak is her favourite dirty joke
Heartbreak is her favourite kind
Bring on the tears she don’t mind
Heartbreak is her favorite
Heartbreak is her favorite
Heartbreak is her favorite dirty joke
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6. |
Old Records
03:55
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Katherine was from Georgia
Rebecca liked to sew
Jordan had two big cats
One named Cash & one named Crow
Lonely nights & sad songs
Remind me of so much
Like Diane’s crooked tooth
Or Stephy's gentle touch
My heart hums like a jukebox
Where their music never fades
& all of my lovers old records still play
Jennifer adored me
Warm words I couldn’t hear
The only sound was Leah
Ringing in my ears
My heart hums like a jukebox
Where their music never fades
& all of my lovers old records still play
Theres names that I’ve forgotten
Faces dark & vague
But they’ve all left their mark
Like epitaphs upon my grave
The needle & the groove
It’s a delicate ballet
Where all of my lovers old records still play
Where all of my lovers old records still play
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7. |
Moonbaby
02:56
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8. |
Wake Up Next To You
03:43
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The sun drips through the window
As she steps lightly up the stairs
All that she’s got on are
Bedroom eyes & bedroom hair
She slips under the white duvet
& moves closer to get warm
Last night a foggy memory
As another day is born
I’ve woken up too many times like this
On my lips another strangers kiss
& I’d give back every rendezvous
If tomorrow I could wake up next to you
She’s talks sweetly bout nothin
I pretend to follow along
Laugh in the right places
& give my head a little nod
But she’ll never have your green eyes
& that’s my cross to bear
You’re the blood in my stream
& blissfully unaware
I’ve woken up too many times like this
On my lips another strangers kiss
I’d give back every rendezvous
If tomorrow I could wake up next to you
There’s a laundry list of reasons
It’s not meant to be
I’ve got too much age
& you’ve got too much beauty
This love’s a worn out secret
A shout lost upon the wind
& I’ll turn back to her
As you turn back to him
The sun drips through the window
She steps lightly up the stairs
All that she’s got on
Are bedroom eyes & bedroom hair
She slips under the white duvet
So elegant & small
I guess a little bit of love
Is better than none at all
I’ve woken up too many times like this
On my lips another strangers kiss
I’d give back every rendezvous
If tomorrow I could wake up next to you
If tomorrow I could wake up next to you
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I was just a shy kid from way up north
Road tripping down through Tennessee
Stumbling around all the honky tonks
When a sexy redhead winked at me
She said ‘A man like you should never drink alone
Honey won’t you sit right here’
She smiled & lit another Marlboro Red
As I ordered us two more beers
Her hair was up high she had pretty blue eyes
Legs smooth as polished chrome
We made love all night & when I woke up naked
In her double wide mobile home
She had a mouth full of banjos uh oh
& a belt made of bibles oh no
& a shotgun white wedding on her mind
She was picking out baby names she liked Joe
& I was planning my escape gotta go
Stuck below that Mason Dixon Line
I got as far as my car but the tires were slashed
She yelled from the porch ‘Get your butt back to bed’
Call me a bad Yankee but her biscuits are gravy
They’re heaven I’m under her spell
The Confederacy’s got a hold of me
She’s my white trash southern belle
She’s high on Oxycodone pills uh oh
More curves than the Tennessee hills on no
& she’s got that shotgun wedding on her mind
She's picking out baby names she likes Clo
& I'm planning my escape no go
Stuck below that Mason Dixon Line
Now ladies and gentlemen tonight is our
Tenth anniversary as a matter of fact
& we're gonna celebrate in style
We got ourselves a Dairy Queen ice cream cake
& some gourmet microwave chicken dinners
& we’re going to eat those chicken dinners
In our matching recliners and watch a little W.W.E.
& the best part of all the best part of all
Is the kids are next door at Memaw's
She got a heart filled up with gold that’s right
She still keeps me up all night all night
& we had that shotgun wedding on her mind
Our son’s name is Joseph we call him Joe
Our daughters named Chloe she goes by Clo
& it’s been years since I've seen that Mason Dixon Line
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10. |
Arkansas Traveler
04:06
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It’s hot in Texarkana as I zip up her tight black dress
She shoves lipstick in her purse & shuts the snap
The woman of my dreams a dolled up nightmare
Since I found out where she goes behind my back
I got a call from a good friend out there in El Dorado
Said she’s wrecking homes down Highway 82
Looking in the mirror she mouths the words ‘I love you’
Like a washed up Sherlock Holmes I had no clue
She’s an Arkansas traveler stepping out in Little Rock
Painting the town red like she’ll never get caught
She’s a two timin diamond right under my nose
She’s an Arkansas traveler wherever she goes
Reaching for her bottle of Chanel #5 she says
'Don’t wait up I’m staying at Cindy’s place tonight'
She dabs some perfume behind ears & on wrists
But it won’t cover up the stench of her lies
She’s an Arkansas traveller stepping out in Little Rock
Painting the town red like she’ll never get caught
She’s a two timin diamond right under my nose
She’s an Arkansas traveler wherever she goes
I can see her laughing at some handsome strangers jokes
Can see his hand moving softly up her thigh
Unlocking the door of some seedy motel
She hangs up the do not disturb sign
My head is hot & full of rage I want to yell & scream
Tell her that I hope she rots in hell
But I sit here quietly biting on my tongue
Because the highway knows that I’m a traveler as well
We are Arkansas travelers stepping out in Little Rock
Painting the town red like we’ll never get caught
We are two timin diamonds right under your nose
We are Arkansas travelers wherever we go
Wherever we go
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11. |
Clarksdale Katie
04:55
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An old brick church on a delta road
Little girls in their Easter bows
The congregation harmonizing well
The preacher preaching heaven or hell
Clarksdale Katie dressed in white
Praying softly hands pressed tight
For all of us who live out past
The angels in the red stained glass
Clarksdale Katie don’t be blue
That big ol’ river it gets sad too
If you listen close you can hear it say
Clarksdale Katie it’ll be ok
A little white house on a quiet street
Her friend fading fast on wrinkled sheets
A scribbled note an empty bottle of pills
A scene that would give a snowman chills
Katie rushed in right before
The raven rapping on her chamber door
A sad refrain around & round
Headstones or hospital gowns
Clarksdale Katie don’t be blue
That big ol’ river it gets sad too
If you listen close you can hear it say
Clarksdale Katie it’ll be ok
Katie’s lying next to me
Shattered as a smashed TV
Wrestling with the mystery
Of living out here past
The angels in the red stained glass
Clarksdale Katie don’t be blue
That big ol’ river it gets sad too
If you listen close you can hear it say
Clarksdale Katie it’ll be ok
Katie it’ll be ok
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12. |
Grandpas Old Guitar
04:45
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It’s hanging on the wall my Grandpa’s old guitar
A bruised & battered Gibson covered in rough scars
The frets worn deep from fingers & strings
The steel on wood & it’s heavenly ring
He’d play at family picnics those ones he knew so well
That old Crawdad Song & Lefty Frizzell
I remember the last picnic paper plates & hot dog buns
Picking & singing under the hot August sun
He said I want you to have it don’t worry about them
The uncles faces jealous the cousins faces grim
She needs a good home & you’re the right player
I knocked on his door a few days later
The house was dark & silent not a soul not a sound
Just my shadow in the driveway & a dog sniffing around
Thinkin bout girls I drove back to town
I regret to this day I never made it back down
A week or two went by the kitchen phone rang
Grandpas in the hospital his big heart full of pain
Down at his bedside the mood was sedated
He never did wake up despite how long we waited
You get a line & I’ll get a pole honey
You get a line & I'll get a pole babe
Your get a line & I'll get a pole honey
We’ll all go down to that crawdad hole
Tonight it looks like Jesus or some faded North Star
It’s hanging up there on the wall my Grandpa’s old guitar
You get a line & I’ll get a pole honey
You get a line & I'll get a pole babe
Your get a line & I'll get a pole honey
We’ll all go down to that crawdad hole
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Nick Nace
Nick Nace was born & raised in the wilds of Canada. His father made his first guitar out of a old pine tree that had been struck by lightning. The night he got it he dreamt of New York City. The day after he was on a south bound train.
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