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Sweethearts of the Rodeo
03:17
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Sweethearts of the Rodeo
Born out in the west
Hippies flying over Nashville
Fringes on their vests
They flew so high
Got shot down
At the Ryman no one cared
When they sang
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
How could they know?
Sweethearts of the Rodeo
Sweethearts of the Rodeo
Hidden gem from the stack
McGuinn, Hillman and Parsons
Never looking back
They changed the world
How could they know?
With a sound so pure and rare
When they sang
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Oh no
Sweethearts of the Rodeo
Sweethearts of the Rodeo
Moved on down the line
The sun set over Laurel Canyon
In 1969
They flew so high
Got shot down
Left their mark most everywhere
When they sang
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
How could they know?
Sweethearts of the Rodeo
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2. |
You're Gonna Change
04:03
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Every time I see you crying
It’s another dance on your floor
I’m starting to think you’re lying
I just can’t tell what for
I wanna know all the secrets
The thoughts behind your eyes
It stops today, you’re gonna change
Or I’ll be gone before tonight
You always call on Sundays
I guess your bruises never heal
You decompressed, turned intense
And took what you could steal
I’m sick to death of all the secrets
The thoughts behind your eyes
It stops today, you’re gonna change
Or I’ll be gone before tonight
There’s nights I want you by my side
But your bleeding heart has left me dry
Oh yeah
Forget about all of the screaming
Forget the tears you cried
It seems to me that all you see
Are parts of me that died
I’ve got no room for secrets
So please don’t waste my time
It stops today, you’re gonna change
Or I’ll be gone before tonight
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High Wind Slick Roads
03:22
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High Wind Slick Roads
Am I gonna get home?
Will I see my baby,
My beacon in the snow?
Mud slide, closed bridge
A fifteen year old map
The weatherman says stormy
I say no clue to that
The phone lines down
Diner is closed
Roads posted cautious
Fuels running low
A neon light shines
Our saving grace
The Dew Drop Inn is the name of the place
High Wind Slick Roads
Am I gonna get home?
Will I see my baby,
My beacon in the snow?
Mud slide, closed bridge
A fifteen year old map
The weatherman says stormy
I say no clue to that
Called you on the first phone I could find
I’m under the weather
You’re on my mind
A clear blue morning
A brand new start
An empty bottle
A broken heart
High Wind Slick Roads
Am I gonna get home?
Will I see my baby,
My beacon in the snow?
Mud slide, closed bridge
A fifteen year old map
The weatherman says stormy
I say no clue to that
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4. |
The Hardest Way to Part
04:45
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Waiting on an outlet to the outside
Loneliness defined, you’re worse than gone
Your closest friends kept you in the spotlight
Cataloged the nights that all went wrong
It’s six months to the day that she left you
And all you’ve got are questions and lies
You think about the night that you first met her
She seemed to have the answers in her eyes
And you hope that she still loves you
But she made it hard to tell
When you learn how to love
You forget to love yourself
It’s the hardest way
The hardest way to part
Alcohol, basement walls and bruises
And all the calls and texts from other guys
Nights that seem to play out like a movie
You know you can’t forget them but you try, try, try
She told you that she loved you
But she made it hard to tell
When you learn how to love
You forget to love yourself
It’s the hardest way
The hardest way to part
I feel her coming back again
I hear her name inside my head
Just like before
I locked the door
Before you found an outlet to the outside
Loneliness defined you, now it’s gone
Your closest friends kept you in the spotlight
But you are not the nights that all went wrong
You remember how she loved you
But she made it hard to tell
When you learn how to love
You forget to love yourself
It’s the hardest way
The hardest way to part
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Foothill Freeway
04:38
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Started my story
One night in Pasadena
Born in the backseat
Of a Crown Victoria
During Reagan’s 80’s
In a land of shining cities
My dad, he left
The day that I turned five
Couldn’t make the pieces fit
Switched schools until I quit
Lit fires in the backyard
And took to running wild
Always speeding
Down a road misleading
Shoulders to cry on
Where the big rigs roll by
All those years I used to roam
The Foothill Freeway was my home
I could still trace out the exits in my mind
All the words I tried to say
Are lost along that old highway
I can’t recall them even if I tried
Foothill Freeway, take me home tonight
Fell in with the trade parade
Union dues I gladly paid
Blue blood and a collar
For the rest of my days
When my glass was empty
The toil melted off me
I went down, down
To see what I could find
All those years I used to roam
The Foothill Freeway was my home
I could still trace out the exits in my mind
All the words I tried to say
Are lost along that old highway
I can’t recall them even if I tried
Foothill Freeway, take me home tonight
One night in a K hole
I swear to God that I saw Jesus
Out there on the freeway one night
He said “Don’t worry
Close your eyes and you can see me”
I took his hand and joined him by his side
All those years I used to roam
The Foothill Freeway is my home
I could still trace out the exits in my mind
All the words I tried to say
Are lost along that old highway
I can’t recall them even if I tried
Foothill Freeway, take me home tonight
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6. |
To Be Alive
02:41
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Send a message to the boys
And see if they’re down
I heard their parents got a place
Far away from this town
So pack the car and together we’ll ride
We’re gonna find out what it means
To be alive
Nothing ever seems to change around here
We’re still working by the hour
and not by the year
Rows of houses we’ll never call home
The more we laugh
The more we feel alone
There’s something waiting for us
Just around the bend
We’re damaged goods
But we’re on the mend
So pay no mind ‘til we’re out of sight
We’re gonna find out what it means
To be alive
To Be Alive
To Be Alive
I made it all this way
And now it seems our time has passed
So let’s make this last
Chasing things
We never seem to find
Sent a message to the boys
To see if they’re down
They all moved away
But I stuck around
Drink to the days when we used to drive
I guess that’s what it means to be alive
Oh I guess that’s what it means to be alive
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Knowlton County Township
02:50
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On our way to see some blues rock Brit-pop
Six hours from my hometown
Got a tow when the gasket blew up
We’re Knowlton County Township bound
Saw the smoke when we hit the turnpike
We didn’t make it that far
Before long the repairman showed up
He lost his arm on the job
Pneumatic lift took it off at the elbow
It never slowed him down
Told myself I should be more careful
If we ever make it out of this town
On our way to see some blues rock hip hop
Six hours from my hometown
Rental cars and a streak of bad luck
We’re Knowlton County Township bound
Shotgun behind a burnt out trailer
Just to pass some time
“I’m sorry son” the repairman told us
“You’re gonna need a new ride”
Junked the car, scalped our tickets
Left the cans on the ground
Got the keys to a beat up Ford
Put the pedal to the floor, heard the sirens loud
On our way to see some hipster big shots
Six hours from my hometown
Tried to leave but the speed trap caught us
We’re Knowlton County Township bound
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8. |
Rented Room
03:58
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Tightened down on the east coast
18 wheels to old Frisco
Made a few stops along the way
Caffeine pills and getting weighed
Truck stop girl behind the bar
Smiled and said “You’ve travelled far”
I said “I hammer like lightning across this land
Seen empires returning to sand”
I’ve seen a generation forgotten
A land of big box stores and oxycontin
People making ends meet in a rented room
Threading the needle with a spoon
Tiny towns on the interstate
Burnt out mills and factory plains
Families living out in the street
Trespassing signs laid at their feet
District attorney on a TV screen
Pundits gathered at the scene
Said they won’t get away with it this time
Then they poisoned the water to save a dime
I’ve seen a generation forgotten
A land of big box stores and oxycontin
People making ends meet in a rented room
Threading the needle with a spoon
Paid my tab I was on my way
Spent my paycheck at the bar in the middle of the day
Slept it off in a Wegmans parking lot
We can’t keep pretending we’re someone we’re not
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9. |
Cartwheel Avenue
03:51
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Been hoping just waiting for the right sign
Been dreaming of a bigger life
Opportunity comes sneaking through the back door
I’m waiting, just biding time
Tired of living on the inside
Time for getting mine
I’m sneaking through my mind’s eye
Time for getting mine
God knows I’m never looking for a free ride
Cause God knows I’ve had enough of them
I’ve got my ticket now I’m running from the landslide
Turn down the requiem
Tired of living on the inside
Time for getting mine
I’m sneaking through my mind’s eye
Time for getting mine
Are you with me so far?
(Are you caught between the gonna's and the got-to-dos?)
Are you with me so far?
(Can you dig it am I getting this across to you?)
I’m sitting at the window on the big ride
Cartwheel Avenue
And I’m not living in a big lie
And I’m not forgetting you
Tired of living on the inside
Time for getting mine
I’m sneaking through my mind’s eye
Time for getting mine
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10. |
Something Missing
03:31
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Riding past your house in the rain
I’m waiting on a phone call
Wondering what you’ll say
We both try hard but nothing seems to change
It’s something that i feel
I wish I could explain
Nothing seems to help
When you’re like this
You’re writing all these songs I sing
I’m trying hard to reach you
But there’s something missing
I wish I knew
How to get through to you
Sitting by myself thinking late
I’m wearing my crown
You’re somewhere out of state
Tap my glass and drink to you and me
My friends say I should leave you
I don’t see what they mean
Nothing seems to help
When you’re like this
You’re writing all these songs I sing
I’m trying hard to reach you
But there’s something missing
I wish I knew
How to get through to you
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