1. |
Going Down Slow
08:17
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I have had my fun, if I never get well no more
My health is fading on, I’m going down slow.
Please write my mother, tell her the shape I’m in
Tell her to pray for me, forgive me for my sins.
I keep crying for my father, he never meant to do no harm
He was just getting by, relying on his charms
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2. |
Silver Dollars
04:39
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Let your hair down, let yourself self go…
Let your hair down and let yourself be free.
I got a silver dollar, but it don’t belong to me,
So I say let your hair down and let yourself be free.
While I’ve been chasing silver dollars for as long as I know,
Just watching how time goes and drifts right out the window.
Well Here they come and there they go, they say to me,
That I won’t be the one to break free
And let my hair down
And let myself go.
This world seems to be so far way,
Just going along and making the same mistakes.
Here they come and there they go, they say to me,
That I won’t be the one to break free
And let my hair down and let myself go.
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3. |
Desert Rose
03:45
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I’ve been Driving 16 hours on the road, and I’m rolling, everything before the border control.
Forgetting all I left behind, I’m drowning my sorrows in whiskey wine
The sun is burning; I’m starring down on a crimson sky
Then I saw her on the side of the road, lord she came out of the mist
I felt a shiver straight to my bones, from my boots right to my fist.
I was touched by a desert rose, back in Nam, I was kissed by a desert rose
Back in Nam.
Well We’ve been drinking, you can smell the fumes forming off our breath.
Drunk and stinking, driving in a melting pot of stench
We’re going here & there & back again, so tell your neighbors’ tell your friends,
That we’re coming home
We’re going here & there & back again, so tell your neighbors’ tell your friends to keep our beers cold, back in Nam.
Then she came & took my hand, it sent shivers down my spine, as we fell into the sand and then she blew my mind
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It’s been long ass day and my mind is fried, and I just want to forget.
So I make my way to the couch and I sit on down, with my bottle, and cigarettes.
Then my baby came by and she asked me why I was lying around…
She took my whiskey away
Those sweet mellow streams that married my dreams their always there for me, and now the answer at last to forget my past comes in the form of a glass.
After the world comes down me my whiskey just lets me be so please, don’t take my whiskey away
Sitting on the shoulders of giants and smoojing the clients makes me feel like a whore
Making mountains of molehills and taking too many pills that I don’t need to take any more
I’m feeling mighty tender because I’ve been on a bender so please, don’t take my whiskey away
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5. |
Breaking Down Low
03:57
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Seen the signs on the road, I’ve gone and missed them all
Don’t know which way to go, I’ll just land where I fall.
Gonna go where I’m taken, hope to meet you there
Resting on easy on the other side
Lord knows I’ll be shaking these shackles from me
Oh it's gonna be, a helluva ride.
Cos one moment you’re high, then your breaking down low
That sweet simple life is so hard crack,
Every time I get closer I keep falling off track
Got to hold on dearly to what I got left: my family, friends and the treble clef
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6. |
Can't Slow Us Down
03:19
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Well I’ve been down this same old road that I’ve been down twice before, long since the moment that I walked out the door. We’re going here and there and back again and lord we’ll smell the sounds, while we’re here lets down our beers then have another round, try as you might… you can’t slow us down.
We’re gona find us the whiskey trail that’s gona lead home, we’re burn this town, leave it simmering to the ground. High as kite, you can’t slow us down
Now it’s been such a long time since I found myself a home, so lord it doesn’t matter oh god which way I go. We’re going here & there and back again, lord we’ll smell the sounds.
while we’re here lets down our beers then have another round, try as you might… you can’t slow us down
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Halfway Whore House
04:39
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The cold darkness it brews through my skin and wind won’t leave me alone, a sweet lady knocks on my door, says she aint got a home. Her eyes are filled with guilt and just a hint of sin. And I can’t help but ask myself, where has she been?
So please come right in, to the halfway whorehouse
She’s got a lazy eye, she’ll tickle you to the bone, she’s got the low down on everything that happening, she’s got the taste of sweetness, and just a hint of sin.
She takes on the spirits; she takes on the Holy Ghost you know. She’s a parasite and it looks like, I’ve become the host. She’s taking chances and she’s been here all week… I didn’t seem to notice because we were dancing cheek to cheek. So please come right in, to the halfway whore house.
Well tickle me to the bone, and then she’ll disappear, leave me all alone… I’ll be right here, in the halfway whore house.
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8. |
Pickaxe Blues
01:50
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Slave driver gona take my soul, slave driver gona drive me mad,
Slave driver gona break my back he’s got me lying out on the track.
Slave driver gona meet me there, slave driver gona keep me scared,
Slave driver gona take my life, slave driver gona end my time
Slave driver gona lead my ways, slave driver gona lead me blind,
Slave driver lead my ways, slave drive left my life behind
Salve driver, slave driver, slave driver, get off my back
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9. |
Over & Out
03:47
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Hey Mr. John Doe, do you see me coming around the bend?
I did a head count and looks like we’re missing some friends.
Hey noble soldier, do you remember me?
We did our time back when it meant something to be free.
Do you see me coming round the bend?
Maybe we can make some new friends, and then we can start over again… Over & out my friend.
Well there’s my savior, he’s lying passed out on the floors, boom a head shot, was it worth dying for?
We held our heads up when the world was forcing it down, we looked to the sky, but I don’t know if we wanted to be found.
I hid my lighter as I lit cigarette, my life grew brighter when I realized I had something left.
I wrote a letter to myself if I made it through.
I said if I’m living, then I’m living for the blues.
Do you see me coming round the bend? Maybe we can make some new friends, and then we can start over again… Over & out my friend.
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