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Drive in the Rain
03:43
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The windows are up
The tarps are cinched down
And it’s about time
I got out of this town
The radio’s moanin Miles and Trane
And I am learnin to drive in the rain.
Cause I’m headed out West
Any place it don’t snow
Where any sign of your face, a trace,
In a stranger’s shadow
Where the skies are all blue like Miles and Trane
And all I’ve got to do is learn to drive in the rain
See I was the coal miner’s lover
Underground and undercover
And that cold earth was ours to plunder
You as miner and I as lover
You as miner
And I as lover rode miles and miles on that coal train
And I am finally learnin to drive in the rain
The windows are up
The tarps are cinched down
And it’s about time
I got out of this town
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2. |
Ain't No Whiskey
05:28
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Today is a loaded gun
Each minute a tickin time bomb
Calm is relative to desire
And today baby is fire
I got a lover who don’t know my name
I think I’ll keep it that way if it’s all the same
Ain’t bound by nothing but desire
And today baby is fire
There ain’t no mercy for the wicked
There ain’t no sight for the blind
There ain’t no comfort in forgiveness
There ain’t no whiskey for my mind
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Write Me a Love Song
04:10
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Rocky Mountain Girl
With your polka dotted dress
Rocky Mountain Girl
Your red hair runnin down your breast
You look so fine all the time write me a love song
Sandy Bottom Boy
You’re always workin on the land
Sandy Bottom Boy
Set jaw, tender hand
You look so fine all the time write me a lullaby
Rocky Mountain Girl
Your mother raised you up just right
Rocky Mountain Girl
Warm heart and eyes so bright
You look so fine all the time write me an ode to joy
Sandy Bottom Boy
You know only what booze can do
Sandy Bottom Boy
When you weren’t down and out you was black and blue
You look so fine all the time write me tragic play, hey write me an epic tragedy
Rocky Mountain Girl
You live all alone
Rocky Mountain Girl
You’ve called so many places in this great land your home
You look so fine all the time write me an American novel
Sandy Bottom Boy
You’ve seen so many of your buddies laid to rest
Sandy Bottom Boy
Despite your whole life you manage to see the best
You look so fine all the time write me an epilogue
Rocky Mountain Girl
I hear you playin on them keys
Rocky Mountain Girl
Chopin in your right hand, in your left what’s left of me
You look so fine all the time write a serenade, hey baby write me an operetta
Sandy Bottom Boy
I see you’ve finally gotten them roses to open up and bloom
Sandy Bottom Boy
When there’s a breeze I open the window and let the blossoms through
You look so fine all the time write me a honey-do list
You look so fine all the time write me a letter home
You look so fine all the time write me an invitation
You look so fine all the time write me a love song
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No one said nothin bout dancin
And the good ol boys pick country alright
And since no one said nothin bout dancing
I’m gonna drink up and get down tonight
The stars are all hummin through the lone pine trees
And the rooster has a piece until light
And since no one said nothin bout dancing
I’m gonna drink up and get down tonight
It’s a long ride down to the city
It’s a slow burn ‘til I get home
And if I’ve got to leave this prairie
I’m gonna dance with my sweetheart ‘til I go
The stars are all hummin through the lone pine trees
And the rooster has a piece until light
And since no one said nothin bout dancing
I’m gonna drink up and get down tonight
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5. |
Ain't Found It Yet
03:34
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Have you ever been to California
Where the Redwood trees tickle the clouds
Where the girls show off their toes in sandals
And the freeways boast on broken ground
In California I loved too hard
California I had to leave
In California I learned to sweat
And I don’t know just what I’m looking for
All I know is I ain’t found it yet.
Have you ever been to the land of milk and honey
Jerusalem sweet
Where the blood and bones of history’s very own
Are the bricks and mortar of every street
In Jerusalem I prayed too hard
Jerusalem I had to leave
Jerusalem I taste you when I sweat
And I don’t know just what I’m looking for
All I know is I ain’t found it yet.
Have you ever been to small town Oregon
Where the coffee flows like bitter wine
Where the rain pours down on the poor poor towns
Endless water without resign
In Oregon I worked too hard
Oregon I had to leave
Oregon, how my bow does sweat
And I don’t know just what I’m looking for
All I know is I ain’t found it yet.
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6. |
Willing to Fall
04:26
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Somewhere east of Highway 5
Whiskey drunk 4th of July
Jukebox playin jailhouse swing
We could do ‘most anything
Cause I’m willing to fall
I’m willing to fall
I’m willing to fall
I don’t care what people say
I’m gonna love you anyway
Rain falls hard down through the pines
Lord I know it’ll be different this time
Cause I’m willing to fall
I’m willing to fall
I’m willing to fall
Baby I’ll dance all night to the tune that knocks me off my feet
Baby I’ll tip my glass of the drink that puts me on my knees
Baby I’ll lend my ear to any snake in the trees
For you I’m willing to crawl
For you I’m willing to fall
So take me to the apple tree
I will let you make a fool of me
Use my mouth use my hand
Lay me out in the apple stand
Lay me out in the apple stand
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Cinco de Mayo
04:33
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There’s wine of the dance floor
And smoke in her hair
I try not to stare
Trying ain’t enough anymore
She grins like a girl, girl moves like a woman
For a moment I’m Chosen
Like Before
See by the window? She’s lit like Guadalupe
And I am a pagan no more.
Then, in his name,
My father cast his stone
Into the Rio
And I the last ripple remain
Now I’m a man in a poor man’s clothing
Both loving and loathing
This debt I must pay
See by the window? She’s lit up like Chavez
And I am no longer a slave
Tonight this place feels like a revival
Tonight, she says, is Cinco de Mayo
We’re here every Friday
Cause she love the blues
In her high heeled shoes
She dances all night
And how will I ask her to lay here beside me
Absolve me, abide me, a burning man’s wife
See by the window? She’s lit like a revival
And I am ready and righteous
See by the window? She’s lit up like Cinco de Mayo
And I am a free man tonight
I am a free man tonight
I am a free man
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8. |
Dusty Boxcar
03:57
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You were named after John the Disciple
I was named after Melissa Gilbert, child star
Yeah we may be far from The Garden
But we’re doing pretty good in this dusty boxcar
You go to church every Sunday
You go through days n days of pullin chain and nights at the bar
You know it’s true, you may never find your chariot
But you’re doing pretty good in this dusty boxcar
I learned early my notes and rhythms
So I learned easy to play too hard
These songs don’t free me,
They just tangle and tease me
But I’m doing pretty good in this dusty boxcar
We don’t know where we’re going we just swagger and sway
And the moonlit steel is ever a breath away
There are many crossings and there are many lines
But we’re doing pretty good in this boxcar, yeah we’re doing fine.
We’re doing pretty good, I think we’re doing fine.
You were named after John the Disciple
I was named after Melissa Gilbert, child star
Yeah we may be far from The Garden
But we’re doing pretty good in this dusty boxcar
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9. |
Wake Me in the Morning
05:00
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Wake me in the morning
In the morning’s cool light
While the song birds are still singing
Before they take their flight
Come and lay down here beside me
Between the folded sheets
Beneath the waning moonshine
Before the swollen streets
Please don’t tell me where you’re going it ain’t important that I know
Just be sure to wake me when you go.
Wake me in the morning
In the morning’s cool light
While the song birds are still singing
Before they take their flight
The night was hot and reckless
And it lasted many moons
And our guitars were worn and fret-less
But they knew so many tunes
Please don’t tell me where you’re going it ain’t important that I know
Just be sure to wake me when you go.
Now the dawn is breaking, breaking open the sky
Oh wake me in the morning before the songbirds fly
Please don’t tell me where you’re going it ain’t important that I know
Just be sure to wake me when you go.
Wake me in the morning
In the morning’s cool light
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Melissa Ruth Oregon
Doo-Wop Twang:The space of blues, the teeth of country, and the grit of rock n roll.
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