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Fair Share Blues
04:46
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fair share blues
my father’s father, was a working man
he fought in the war and he lived with that
he drank and prayed, and he got the blues
never said nothing that wasn’t true
he said my hands I do not own
they’re made of sweat and blisters and bone
they fight and build, they grip and strain
they’re not bound like me by rest or pain
you get the good days, and you get the blues
you work and drink and sing and hurt and pray
that’s all you can do
he said neither can I possess
any of the air I take for breath
each breath I take I must release
nothing is mine to hold or keep
he said my thoughts I cannot claim
of heaven and hell and love and faith
they were born long before I came
they’ll outlive my weary old wrinkled brain
you get the good days, and you get the blues
you work and drink and sing and hurt and pray
that’s all you can do
he said I’ve got my own fair share
of guilt and fear and sad despair
so I work and drink, I sing and pray
and I cast my weary blues away
you get the good days, and you get the blues
you work and drink and sing and hurt and pray
that’s all you can do
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Nobody in This World
04:40
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Nobody in This World
Ain’t nobody in this world to follow me down, Lord, to follow me down
Ain’t nobody in this world to follow me down
Used to sleep good at night with my good man holding me tight
The only place I ever wanted to be
Then one morning his arms let go for no reason that I know
And I felt something die inside of me
Day and night for weeks on end took a bottle for my only friend
Good intoxicating company
I got so mean all the time, trying to please my troubled mind
My friends don’t come around to see about me
Drowned my sorrow far too long, ‘cause my good man did me wrong
I ain’t gonna move or make a sound
Each bottle has gone empty and put me out of this misery
Ain’t nobody in this world to follow me down
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Guitars
05:27
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guitars
we are born unto our own
sapling seeds from old growth
raised up tall and cut down low
so we are, and so we go
turned from home, handled, and hauled
shaped and sanded, bent and sawed
many hands and many years gone
write every one our songs
play we all
true songs
we sing them right
we sing them wrong
tuned up tightly
and passed along
like old guitars
we breathe
songs
long to be held in arms
and loved and played by heart
days of light and days of dark
resolving the broken parts
hands of old, hands of young
hands of gentle, hands of rough
every one with a song to teach
some sing pain, some sing peace
upon our faces many lines show
traces of time like pen strokes
words and changes and passing notes
scars where the skin broke
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Loneliest Songs
05:01
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loneliest songs
the loneliest songs
are beautiful things
the loneliest songs
are the most beautiful things
the onliest song i can sing
is the loneliest
the loneliest
the loneliest
every layer
falls away
every layer
finally falls away
every heart is made to break
one day
one day
one day
there’s something about
the sound of the blues
something about the sound
of the lonesome blues
stepping closer to the truth
singing
singing
singing
every song is sad
everybody’s blue
every song is sad
and everybody’s blue
you’re the same as me, i’m the same as you
we’re lonely
lonely
lonely
lay down your thoughts
close your eyes
lay down your thoughts
and close your eyes
if you feel the night, then feel the night
lightless
lightless
lightless
the loneliest songs
are beautiful things
the loneliest songs
are beautiful things
the onliest song i can sing
is the loneliest
the loneliest
the loneliest
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Horses
05:16
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horses
half broken horses
are running through my head
i try to tame them
corral and contain them
i try put them all to bed
but half broken horses
never fall asleep
bucking in their stalls
kicking down the walls
they fight like hell to get free
they plead and plead
don’t you break me
please don’t break me
take me how I am
half mean and wild
fragile like a child
w/ hopes and fears and blood
running hot and fast
take me how I am
old worn out saddles
bridles and bits in the mouth
this little circle pen
I’m hemmed and locked in
has barely any room to move about
reins and whips of leather
flash and flutter all around
commands loud and clear
words that hurt to hear
I fight like hell to keep them out
so I shout and shout
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