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Crest
02:44
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From the crest
Of the tallest hill I can find
I survey
The land flowing out below
The sky is clear
The sun is kind
Trees are green
The prairie yellow
The path that leads
From the point I stand
May lead anywhere
Even back to here
From the step
I take to mark the start
There is a pace
That I feel I can meet
If I clear my eyes
And ready my heart
The second step
Leads to shuffled feet
The path that leads
From the point I stand
May lead anywhere
Even back to here
The things I see
As I stroll on my way
Change my view
Of the world I walk
The leading trees
The wild waving hay
Solemn shrubs
Under eaves of rock
The path that leads
From the point I stand
May lead anywhere
Even back to here
The sounds that spring
from the land a by
like a crickling
stream that courses on
the leaves in the air
rustle and sigh
their thought are spread
by the wind like songs
The path that leads
From the point I stand
May lead anywhere
Even back to here
The road I walk
Is my way home
It may lead anywhere
Even back
To here
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2. |
I Know
02:43
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Honest to god
It hurts like hell
I've seen that sweet face
You wear well
I've seen your smile
Your secret eyes
I've let you in
And you tell lies
So fake
Oh wait
I found out
I know
So fake
Oh wait
I found out
I'll go
Dark longest road
A way home walk
Sugar in the rain
No Talk
Nobody here except
Me and the wind
And I'm
Giving In
So fake
Oh wait
I found out
I know
So fake
Oh wait
I found out
I'll go
You want so much to be you
But you don't know who that is
You want so much to want so much
Struggling against yourself
You've got so much to learn
You've got so much to give
It's a shame
I know
Quick peeping glances
No one's around
You kick your mask off
To stare me down
Freezer Burn
From the look on your face
I turn
But I can't escape
So fake
Oh wait
I found out
I know
So fake
Oh wait
I found out
I'll go
So long
My love
I found out
I know
So long
My love
I found out
I'll go
Oh, oh oh oh
This I know
It's a shame
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3. |
Seven Cities Of Gold
02:38
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Lost, like a history
Movement, a mystery
The beginning is forgotten
The ending is unwritten
Where are we
Buried under stone and ivy
Love is overgrown and hiding
If you can find seven cities of gold
You can find me
Juxtaposed, anointed
Distanced, disjointed
I’m raving like a lunatic
Till I forget the point of it
Where are we
Buried under stone and ivy
Love is overgrown and hiding
If you can find seven cities of gold
You can find me, I’ll be
Buried under stone and ivy
Love is overgrown and hiding
If you can find seven cities of gold
You can find me
You can find me
You can find me
You can find me
You can find me
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When gas was at it’s highest
I was at my lowest
Internal combustion blues
I had no place to go
I had no way to get there
Save for these two tired shoes
If the going got tough I got gone
The road was enough to depend on
And everywhere I went, I saw automobiles
Endlessly spinning their wheels
When shoes were wearing thin
I had thought of giving in
Internal combustion blues
Had I a place to go,
I knew that I could get there
On the back of these two dollar shoes
If the road got too rough I could lie down
Walking from small town to small town
And everyone who stopped, and offered a ride
Should know I was laughing inside
So drive them old sedans
Them pick up trucks and vans
S U V’s too many to choose
But they’re gonna cost you trouble
And gas is gonna cost you double
Internal combustion blues
Throw away the keys to your automobile
Vow to never get behind the wheel
Again, if you can
It’s just good advise from a friend
They’re death traps don’t you know
If you don’t I just told you so
Internal combustion blues
And anyplace you go
You’re better off to get there
On the back of a good pair of shoes
Throw away the keys to your automobile
Vow to never get behind the wheel
Again, if you can
It’s just good advise from a friend
Come on now
Internal combustion blues
I said come on (one and all) right now
Internal combustion blues
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5. |
Awaiting Me
02:27
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I’m on the road
Send all you love to heaven above
I’m going home
I’m on the road
Because there’s a plan for the mortal man
I’m going home
There’s a homestead, paved in gold
Awaiting me I’m told
I’ve tread down this old road
Send all your love to heaven above
I’m going home
(Melody Whistled)
I’m on the road
As I turn to face the last of my days
I’m going home
There’s a homestead, paved in gold
Awaiting me I’m told
I’ve tread down this old road
Send all your love to heaven above
When I look back there are things I can say
I’ve tried to do good, every day
As I’ve thought of those that I’ve left
I’ve done my best, now I’ve got to rest
I’m going home
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6. |
Last Ride Home
03:24
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Me and Billy Jack, in his read car
The silence great, home so far
The truth was a song, lost to the dark
We sat together, so far apart
How was I to ask a dying man
Where to find the strength to carry on
How was I to know back then
That this, was the last ride home
Me and Billy Jack, just him and I
The peace we shared, the final lie
The highway stretched out, into the night
All we could do was drive and deny
How was I to ask a dying man
Where to find the courage to be strong
How was I to know back then
That this, was the last ride home
The silence we shared was so us
The past is a gravestone in granite and dust
The peace that we found there at the end
Was so me and him, it was the best
How was I to ask a dying man
Where to find the strength to carry on
What if I’m doing all I can
What if I’m doing it all wrong
Where does this heartache end
Will these dreams leave me alone
Where does the falling sky land
Here, on the last ride home
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7. |
Last Star Of The Night
03:47
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Slow down, take off your nightgown
And breathe, believe in me
Hold, your skin is so cold
The night is not over
Rest, your safe in my arms
Cease all alarms
Just stay and be warm
In the comfort of love
In the comfort, the comfort of love
Just be what you came here to be
Don’t heed what they say about me
Just know all that I need I see in you
Will it see me through
No shame, whisper my full name
I’ll hear, and know that you’re here
No stress, flesh against flesh
Bathed in the darkness
Sleep, your wrapped in a sheet
So close to me, you eyelids close quickly
In the comfort of love
In the comfort, the comfort of love
Just be what you came here to be
Don’t heed what they say about me
Just know all that I need I see in you
I see moonbeams and big dreams
The sun hot on the horizon
I sing starlight, last star of the night
Take me home, take me home
I see moonbeams and big dreams
The sun hot on the horizon
I sing starlight, last star of the night
Take me home, take me home
Take me home, take me home
Take me home, take me home
Take me home
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8. |
Goodnight #4
00:38
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To tell the truth I miss your eyes the most
As well your laugh, your beautiful voice
I’ve immensely missed your hands
Inside my own
Your sweetest kiss, your telephone line
Dialing mine
Your sense of humor, your early bedtime
Did I say your laugh
Did I say your smile
Did I say your eyes
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Catfish Jones Salina, Kansas
Catfish Jones is posting songs as they come. Sometimes he forgets to tell people about them.
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