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I never drew a face card
So I threw away all my decks
And I left my letters in the care of good friends
For fear they might grow legs
I'm giving away everything
I'm starting anew
Look after my rings and strings
I'll come back for them soon
And there's a thunderbird in the basement
But the plates expired with you
But that doesn't stop me from driving it
I painted it ocean blue
I'm giving away everything
I'm starting anew
Look after my rings and strings
I'll come back for them soon
I'm a long way from Atlanta
But I remember those magnolia trees
And hiding inside from the Civil War ghosts
Trying to keep their uniforms clean
I'm giving away everything
I'm starting anew
Look after my rings and strings
I'll come back for them soon
And the water of the Mississippi River
Flows strongly through our veins
And my heart is a catfish flopping around
But he's grown rather tame
I'm giving away everything
I'm starting anew
Look after my rings and strings
I'll come back for them soon
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Cast Your Line
04:06
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Where she leads me I do not know
But it's fishing season and it's time to go
Where the salmon jump and the waves are high
Where threadbare clouds go rolling on by
Cast your line in with mine
And I don't know if it'll sink or float
But if you never try it you’re gonna miss the boat
And don't ask me what you'll pull out
It could be an old tire or it could be a pretty rainbow trout
Cast your line in with mine
She's out there sailing and I am here on shore
I could keep what I have or I could ask for more
And you're gonna have to kill a worm or two
And you can't be squeamish cause a fake one won't do
Cast your line in with mine
Being landlocked is no way to spend your days
Land’s dry and dusty It's got no breaking waves
So take your pole and meet me at the dock
Where all the cormorants sleep and go to flock
Where those fished before us fished for all their lives
Fished for their dinners and fished to say goodbye
Cast your line in with mine.
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El Llano Estacado
03:20
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Portlands
03:16
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Amelia
02:07
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Your poor mother called me, it was 3:15 AM
She said "I'm sorry to wake you"
I said "I don't give a damn"
She said "Amelia got sicker, her lungs have got that rattling sound.
Oh how did this happen, and what do we do now?"
And now you're jumping through puddles
Showing up in my dreams
With your red rubber boots on
You're the star of the scene
I drove down to see you in the middle of the night
You were fast asleep but you weren't breathing right
The doctors were worried but they were doing their best
Taking your heart beat and listening to your chest
And your room hasn't been touched
It's like a museum of art
And when the dust starts to gather
I tear it apart
There's an old wooden music box sitting up on your shelf
But it cries when it warbles, I made it myself
On the day that you came out into this world
Why'd you leave it so soon my darling girl
And now you're jumping through puddles
Showing up in my dreams
With your red rubber boots on
You're the star of the scene
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Hard Living
04:16
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I'm a big fan of this hard living
I keep on taking and it keeps on giving
And it hasn't caught up to me just yet
And if I get cancer that's all right
Cause I'll put one hell of a fight
Just give me a bottle and I'll be all set
And I work too but it's not like yours
I'm a singing wandering troubadour
And I've travelled many miles through many towns
And I do my work in the dark of the night
Cause I got burned by the sun's bright light
And I carry stories that weigh many pounds
Cause I'm a big fan of this hard living
I keep on taking and it keeps on giving
And it hasn't caught up to me just yet
And if my liver goes that's okay
If I've said the things I want to say
And I'm surrounded by all the people that I've met
I like to think Townes van Zandt was my dad
And I think about all the problems he had
And i hear 'For the Sake of the Song' and it makes me cry
After he sang, he'd smoke and he'd drink
And when I hear his voice I like to think
About if he ever found his shoes so he could fly
I left the desert sand in which I was raised
And maybe I'll go back one of these days
After the sheriff who's looking for me is long gone
Cause I don't want to be like Pancho, he died too young
And he left Lefty with just the songs that they sung
Poor Lefty keeps waking up alone in the dawn.
Cause I'm a big fan of this hard living
I keep on taking and it keeps on giving
And it hasn't caught up to me just yet
And if my liver goes that's okay
If I've said the things I want to say
And I'm surrounded by all the people that I've met
My night starts when everyone goes to bed
And I sit in my chair and I scratch my head
Wondering why they don't want to see the sacred dark
I'll go out and play a few songs
And sometimes a few people will come along
And when I see them smiling, it gives me a spark
I'm a big fan of this hard living
I keep on taking and it keeps on giving
And it hasn't caught up with me just yet
And if my liver goes that's just fine
Cause I love how I've used my time
And it hasn't caught up with me just yet.
No it hasn't caught up with me just yet.
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7. |
Heavy Boots & Underwoods
02:08
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8. |
Stars Like Bears
03:48
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9. |
Bed of Ash
03:56
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10. |
For Hiram M. Chittenden
03:13
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Ben Fisher Seattle, Washington
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