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Ramblin' Lips
04:03
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All you ever were to him was a rhyme
You came as easy as highway or light
And sure the boy could sing
You say his daddy taught him how to bleed
And it's hard, but it ain't no reason to lie awake
Flooding the salt flats of your palm
Reciting his words as if they were psalms
He'll call the next time he blows through this town
Hit you up for a couple of rounds
You look weak in the knees
Every time the damn telephone rings
You say that it's me
I'm a child playing make believe
And I could never comprehend the pain
That he struggles with every day
And the night owls see all kinds of things
They've seen you hide under a canopy
And there's a lesson rolling round the bend
If you knew back then you'd've still welcomed him in
How could you resist those ramblin' lips
When I'm gone, another rube will stand in my place
To thumb your volumes of mail order lace
It looks good on the page
Then again it don't come with those legs
And all in the name
Of only having the strength to walk away
It's always the worst parts that remain
To burden the hours with heartache and blame
And the night owls see all kinds of things
They've seen you lain down on a bed of leaves
And there's a lesson rolling round the bend
If you knew back then you'd've still welcomed him in
How could you resist those ramblin' lips
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2. |
Even The Good Times
03:12
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We believe in no tomorrow
Still the dawn comes every day
We throw pay checks at the slowest horses
West of the Great Lakes
Friends have come, friends have gone
Even the good times have done us wrong
But there is light on the curtains
And meadowlarks on the plain
We take our bourbon with cream
And our coffee neat
Served up with an ice-cold back
And by the time lunch hour comes around
We'll be bent three shades to black
They'll remind us of the day,
of the month, the year, the decade
And they'll make change for the juke
And send another round on its way
When cut off, we'll move on to the next dive
If turned away, a little further down the line
It's always you and me stuck in between
What gets us through the night
And we can dance, if you want
I got a number, babe, if you got a dime
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3. |
From The Guts
02:36
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You've done a lot of hard living
Rolled a lot of miles on these trains
And the map to a checkered land covers up your face
Another come down near the yard
Over a jug of wine and a deck of cards
Thinkin' a lot of hard living
Beats a lot of never living at all
You've known a lot of good women
But you never could call it true
So you held 'em for awhile
'Cause what else can a poor boy do
It did hurt to watch them cry
Oh, but lord what a weight not to cut that line
Knowin' for every good woman
There's a better man yet to arrive
You've seen a lot of this country
But you never did find a home
From the islands of the Puget Sound
Down to the 9th Ward
Hear that lonesome whistle whine
We could make it to Atlanta by closing time
Seeing a little more country
From the guts of a daybreak ride
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4. |
Helvetica
04:04
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JESUS SAVES in Helvetica
Last chance for diesel till you hit the next state line
Mama's dive has gone belly-up
Sold off the copper, fed the drywall to the fire
Far away from ever being there
Tall dark and stubborn with a nose for Roman times
Bend the miles and stretch the latitude
Halfway to nowhere, always one more hill to climb
Come the rain, come lash of desert air
Scroll through the bandwidth, ease the static off the dial
Bind of trial and never good enough
Steady as a stone goes, 'cross the plains, under the wire
Bless them both: the high and low
Leave Colorado to all it holds
Broken wide, this western road
Between Damascus and San Antone
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5. |
Magic Gardens
05:16
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My heart's at the bottom
Sometimes that's just where it belongs
To belong at the bottom
Is better than bought at the top
I take shelter in fiction
Clothe myself with moving on
But my heart's at the bottom
Sometimes that's just where it belongs
My love's in the city
Slummed-out in idolatry blue
She don't dance anymore
But she's still got that outlaw tattoo
Think I'll drive out to see her
Pretend that we're starting brand new
Oh, my love's in the city
Slummed-out in idolatry blue
My mouth's in the gutter
Just carpin' on something to say
'Bout this cave in my chest
And the wind I've been pissing away
Each shitty old sunrise
Burns down like a fine golden grave
While my mouth's in the gutter
Just carpin' on something to say
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Sometimes true love
Wears handcuffs and a rented costume
Sometimes true love
Smokes all of your menthols
Sometimes true love
Wakes early to make you pancakes
Sometimes true love
Just stares into the wall
It can be a crap-shoot and a drag
It can be a goddamned locust plague
Oh, but you really can't complain
There in the summer shade
With nothing you would trade
Sometimes true love
Does a strip tease to a sweet song
Sometimes true love
Gets drunk and makes a scene
Sometimes true love
Sends post cards to the ocean
Sometimes you'll wish
True love was overseas
It can be a brick to your good knee
It can be a flesh-eating disease
No, it don't always aim to please
But when you are in need
It will lift you from the deep
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