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The Honey Dewdrops - Live from Artsville

by The Honey Dewdrops

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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
2.
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
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
4.
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
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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Recorded live at Artsville NY in Brooklyn, NY April 19, 2015 by Mike Beck.

For more information on The Honey Dewdrops, visit thehoneydewdrops.com.
For more information on Mike Beck, visit mikebeckmakesmusic.com.
For more information on Artsville, visit welcometoartsville.com.

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released October 5, 2015

Laura Wortman: guitar, banjo, harmonica, vocals
Kagey Parrish: guirar, mandolin, vocals

All words and music by The Honey Dewdrops

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