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Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Cover yourself with mud
Keep them from sucking your blood
Pray that the storm’s going to pass
Wind blows down the foxtail grass
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Walk through the fire and smoke
Convinced that it was a joke
Walk through the fire and smoke
Wind blows down the foxtail grass
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Down by the reservoir
Walk through the fire and smoke
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3. |
Horses Bones
02:28
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Jimmy drove his Chevy into the lake
Belly full of whiskey and birthday cake
Cold black water came rushing in
Everyone since been whispering
What you going to find underneath the pier?
When the shoreline disappears
Gone up the road looking for my son
Going to keep walking until my days are done
Horses’ bones and pinecones
Turned around but you were gone
Jimmy drove his Chevy into the lake…
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4. |
Swing
02:52
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Where you going? Don’t be long
Where you’re going you don’t belong
Broken branches, white birch
Slow ringing bells in an empty church
And I swing, swing, swing, swing
A factory fire, a dancing bear
A homeless heir to a millionaire
A widow’s kiss, a mouth full of soap
A man alone with a stool and rope
And I swing, swing, swing, swing
Where you going? Don’t be long
Where you’re going you don’t belong
Broken branches, white birch
Slow ringing bells in an empty church
And I swing, swing, swing, swing
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5. |
Chinatown
02:09
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It could be worse
So open your purse
Lining is ripped
A dirty old skirt
Coins drop out
My mouth like a curse
It could be worse
It could always be worse
He wore a charm
On a silver string
It looked like a heart
A pretty thing
It rang like a bell
And bruised like a girl
And collected the blood
Of half of the world
It could be worse
So open your purse
Lining is ripped
A dirty old skirt
Coins drop out
My mouth like a curse
It could be worse
It could always be worse
He left his voice inside my head
Forget was what my mama said
He left his voice inside my head
Forget was what my mama said
Forget was what my mama said
It could be worse
So open your purse
Lining is ripped
A dirty old skirt
Coins drop out
My mouth like a curse
It could be worse
It could always be worse
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She’s my sweet summer storm
She don’t mind my coat torn
Rode to Montreal upon a train
If I knew she was there
Much earlier I would’ve left New Orleans
She’s my sweet summer storm
She don’t mind my coat torn
My coat torn
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8. |
Hospice
03:17
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I remember the last few words my father said, in his hospice bed
Ain’t no certainty, no peace of mind
Something is always coming up from behind
I remember the last few words my father said, in his hospice bed
Skinny old thing in the backyard shed
She can shake a paw and play dead
Barks all night long, won’t let me sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
I remember the last few words my father said, in his hospice bed
Hospice bed
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9. |
Arizona
02:55
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Puppeteers Tears
03:44
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Doors open to my cage
But I just sit and stare
Paint peeling off the moon
I watched you disappear
Into the mirror
Call my name
You were torn
From my arms
In the storm
Call my name
Doors open to my cage
But I just sit and stare
Who’s going to wipe away
Who’s going to wipe away
The puppeteers’ tears
Call my name
You were torn
From my arms
In the storm
Call my name
Call my name
Call my name
I won’t forget
I won’t forget you my dear
Call my name
You were torn
From my arms
In the storm
Call my name
Call my name
Call my name
I won’t forget
At least just not yet
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Evening Sun
02:17
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Evening sun, going down
We’re still miles out of town
Dead dog lying in the sand
Roman candle in her hand
Welcome to the promised land
Evening sun, going down
We’re still miles out of town
Best come back home again
Best come back while you can
Best come back home again
Dead dog lying in the sand
Evening sun, going down
Evening sun, going down
Evening sun, going down
We’re still miles
We’re still miles out of town
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Something
01:06
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3am
02:16
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One two
What can I do
To keep the devil away from you
One two
What can I do
Cut my hand and paint the door
Circle some sugar on the floor
One two
What can I do
To keep the devil away from you
One two
What can I do
What can I do
Gonna sit and watch my little one sleep
Listen for when the nightingales weep
Gonna sit and watch my little one
Gonna sit and watch my little one sleep
One two
What can I do
To keep the devil away from you
One two
What can I do
What can I do
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14. |
Down In The Dirt
02:33
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Shotgun shells down in the dirt
If I’m lucky this won’t hurt
Coin toss lost, you go first
Stuck in traffic behind a hearse
Carolina, Carolina
I’m right behind you
Laid me down on the merry go round
Behind the church in the old playground
Wind in the trees, I’m still here
Waiting for the light to disappear
Carolina, Carolina
I’m right behind you
I’m right behind you
Shotgun shells down in the dirt
Shotgun shells down in the dirt
Shotgun shells down in the dirt
Shotgun shell
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