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Red Rocking Chair
03:22
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2. |
The Lowlands
03:30
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3. |
Joy
03:55
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She was born in east Texas, 35 miles outside Nacadoches, in San Agustine
“It’s the oldest town,” she said this quite proudly,
but she left there for Austin when she was just 17
And her Pappy he drank and his temper turned violent
So Ma’ took the kids and they headed down south
But after they’d grown, Ma’ went back home
Now she lays by his side in the ground
Sweetheart of mine
Won’t you blind me the way that you do
When you left home, you took hold of my mind
Since then, I’ve been thinking of you
The old women nextdoor, lets us into her house
Where the hat boxes stack up the walls
She shows us a photograph, of back when her hair was black
Back then, this city was a town
Said she bought this house new
On the first day of April
1962, she must have been 25
Now her youngest daughter lives a few blocks away
Doesn’t visit, hasn’t called in a while
And is a house still a home, if you live there alone?
Cause the kids are all grown and they’ve long gone moved on
Now these half used perfumes and these photographs too
Leave me lost in a memory of you
Sweetheart of mine
Won’t you blind me the way that you do
When you left home, you took hold of my mind
Since than, I’ve been thinking of you
The old women next door, we ask about her husband
She says he’s been gone, nearly 15 years
That’s his pickup truck there, it still sits in the driveway
As clean as he left it, the last time I ever thought
Sweetheart of mine
Won’t you blind me the way that you do
When you left home, you took hold of my mind
Since than, I’ve been thinking of you
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4. |
Alone
02:56
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I don’t want to move you any which way
The kettle didn’t call and the kids didn’t stay
The house fell down and the ants moved in
Someone pulled a plug that sank this ship
I don’t want to be the one you call
In the middle of the night, living in your car
Mad at your stomach and mad at me
Scared out of living but afraid to be
Home, alone, in the house at night
I’ll leave on all the lights
Well, I guess I got sad when she left town
But you got mad and pulled a shotgun out
Shooting at the sky, guilty with its stars
Now I’m out with a bucket to catch what falls down
I don’t want to give you any advice
But your fear of falling won’t stop this flight
Mad at yourself for being mad at me
Scared out of living but afraid to be
Home, alone, in the house at night
I’ll leave on all the lights
Time dropped the leaves like it always does
But this far south, the weather won’t come
And you left Texas on your own two feet
Left a letter in the kitchen addressed to me
Saying I left home, alone, I left the house tonight
And it’s not about you, I’m just mad a life
But don’t wake up, you don’t need to leave on the lights
Thanks for trying, but I’ll live my life alone
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5. |
Dear Delight
02:15
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That’s the last time I wonder
If you’re gonna call me up tonight, my dear delight
Well, I can’t be nice, my dear delight
That’s the last time I wonder
If you’re gonna understand my pride, my dear delight
Well, this I can’t define, my dear delight
That’s the last time I go ahead and think about you all the time, my dear delight
Oh, blonde hair blue eyes dear delight
That’s the last time I sit at home and miss the way you miss me more, my dear delight
No more open doors, my dear delight
I don’t miss the way you talk about, like I was the last to see the writing on the wall
I don’t miss the silence I was hearing, the emptiness I was feeling when I would call
That’s the last time I wonder
If you’re gonna call me up tonight, my dear delight
Well, I’m too numb to fight, my dear delight
That’s the last time I wonder
If you’re gonna think of me tonight, my dear delight
Well, I’m too numb to fight, my dear delight
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6. |
Bile 'em Cabbage Down
01:37
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7. |
Dark Was The Night
04:32
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Dark was the night, the night that I parted
Wind blowing cold, cold through the pines
Oxbow Said go ramble on now
Return to these hills, some day before you die
Oh’ I miss my home, my home in the mountains
I heard on the air, they logged all the pines
And daddy he passed, on the wings of an angel
They planted him down, where dear mother lies
I rambled so far from my home in the mountains
Carousing and cards
To drink I did turn
10 years flew by and still yet I ramble
A stranger to you
And to my sweet home
Oh’ I miss my home, my home in the mountains
I heard on the air, they logged all the pines
And daddy he passed on the wings of an angel
They planted him down where dear mother lies
And now here I lie in Magnolia Prison
The moon rises high, see the coons in the corn
Off in the distance, Saint Peter, I hear him
He blows high and tuneful like a lonesome train horn
Oh’ I miss my home, my home in the mountains
I heard on the air, they logged all the pines
And daddy he passed, on the wings of an angel
They planted him down, where dear mother lies
They planted him down, where dear mother lies
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8. |
Earthly Angels
04:10
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Good morning another day
A month, a year, yeah you’re still here
Still looking for that fix
That’ll make you finally feel sincere
Explain your pain away
Wonder if you might get out a tear
You put it all away
Pack it up again with all your fears
Don’t chase away all your earthly angels
You can’t, think away that feeling any more
Don’t break it down
That kinda thing is too profound
to shew away like a dog back from the door
What good are answers when
Your mind’s already wound itself so tight
That sparkle in her eye
Is more than just some old refracted light
Don’t chase away all your earthly angels
You can’t, think away that feeling any more
Don’t understand
Find the beauty where it stands
It’s made to be beyond your brain to reach
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9. |
River Jordan
04:54
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I’ve been out looking, for the river jordan
But I’ve been told, they’ve changed its name
What still stands, in the city I was born in
Since I left home on the devil’s train
Well the bees have flown, the doves have cried
The milk and honey, has all run dry
That mighty river, with its waters wide
As cold as ice, as cold as ice
Well we walked the desert, in the dead of night
A trail of sinners at my side
We dodged the bullets and the cactus spines
In the guiding shine of the blood moon light
Well the sail is torn and my sister long gone
She works the needle in the factory line
My brother’s hands have never held noone
Now I wait for the coyote's cries
Now there ain’t no boat, no savoirs song
Noone waiting on the other side
No, there ain’t no trumpets if you pass on, honey if you die
Lord, if I die
I’ve been out looking, for the river jordan
But I found my way to the Rio Grande
From the northern star to the southern serpent
When I lost my way to the promised land
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Steel Betty Austin, Texas
Distinctively Austin. Steel Betty lives at the crossroads of what makes Austin Texas the engine driving traditional music in America. Flavors of bluegrass, folk, blues, Tex-Mex, Old Time music, and classic country, are a reflection of today’s American music scene. ... more
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