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Home Again
04:45
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HOME AGAIN
I wait for the metal doors to open by the used newspaper bin.
I’m looking at another world that I don’t want to live in.
Everything I know is wrong and everything I’ve heard is true.
Madness stared me in the face and I looked at my shoes.
Sweaty, road-hog belly busters. They still smell like yesterday.
Nine days there and back. From California to Poughkeepsie.
Arms don’t mean a thing unless you know what they are there for.
Love is blind but that’s okay I’ve seen it all before.
I’ve seen it all before.
I thought I knew right from wrong.
I can’t help myself. It’s been so long.
I wish someone would send me home again.
I said, ‘I can’t come by your house. When I’m lonely I don’t work right.’
She said ‘The moons spins round, alone forever. Still he comes here every night.’
Suddenly it hit me what’s been so wrong all this time.
Then as quickly as it came it seemed to slip my mind.
It seemed to slip my mind.
I thought I knew right from wrong.
I can’t help myself. It’s been so long.
I wish someone would send me home again.
You say, ‘Stop this talk...come and give me a big kiss.’
I’ve heard talk of broken hearts but what if you don’t have one to begin with?
I thought I knew right from wrong.
I can’t help myself. It’s been so long.
I wish someone would send me home again.
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2. |
Sleep Tight
04:14
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SLEEP TIGHT
They’re meeting in the woods tonight.
Burning crosses. Dressed in white.
Maybe take in a sacrifice. Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.
So happy to make your subtraction.
Setting off a little chain reaction...sleep tight.
I’m worried about my friends today.
Seems me and them have absolutely nothing to say.
I remember when we drank till dawn. I hate to say it but those days are gone.
I don’t even think I want them back.
Probably avoided me a heart attack.
Sleep tight. If I can tonight.
When someone’s always looking for a riot to inïcite.
Sleep tight on the watertight dynamite.
I don’t bite. I never had an appetite.
Sleep tight.
I used to be a vengeful man. But no more.
I don’t hold grudges now...well, maybe three or four.
Just rats and conniving dogs. Hanging on the coat tails. Riding through the fog.
They say, “Forget what you say...it doesn’t matter.”
As they stalk your sentences. Cloak and dagger.
Sleep tight. If I can tonight.
When someone’s always looking for a riot to incite.
Sleep tight on the watertight dynamite.
I don’t bite. I never had an appetite.
Sleep tight. If I can tonight.
When someone’s always looking for a riot to incite.
Sleep tight on the watertight dynamite.
I don’t bite. I never had an appetite.
Sleep tight. If I can tonight.
When someone’s always looking for a riot to incite.
Sleep tight on the watertight dynamite.
I don’t bite. I never had an appetite.
Sleep tight.
Sleep tight.
Sleep tight.
Sleep tight.
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3. |
Blind Tiger
02:24
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BLIND TIGER
Now me and you have been friends for years.
Maybe we should say our goodbyes.
They’ll send us up the river if we don’t split up now.
We’ve been seen together and someone’s getting wise.
Point the way to the blind tiger.
Tonight I want to sleep in her arms.
Tonight I want to sleep in her arms.
Point the way to the blind tiger.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
It’s the same old wine in brand new bottles.
We’re drinking it anyway.
We’ll walk the chalk to this whiskey bar.
Between cup and lip I almost thought I heard them say...
Point the way to the blind tiger.
Tonight I want to sleep in‚ her arms.
Tonight I want to sleep in her arms.
Point the way to the blind tiger.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
A Philadelphia lawyer couldn’t get us out of this one.
Lord knows we were dying of thirst.
I said ‘I’ll take you to the edge and back.’
When we got there you said ‘who goes first?’
Point the way to the blind tiger.
Tonight I want to sleep in her arms.
Tonight I want to sleep in her arms.
Point the way to the blind tiger.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
Cry like a baby when the thrill is gone.
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4. |
Cotton Belt
03:39
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COTTON BELT
What do you do when your dreams come true? What do you wish for then?
You might just give up and jump ship or take the Cotton Belt around the bend.
Sleeping with my head on an old empty grain bag.
Through the night, a thousand miles.
Listen to the clicking while I stop to rest my bones a little while.
Ain’t nobody but you and the man who runs the train.
Hop into that boxcar when you’ve done it all and seen it all.
Everything to lose and none to gain.
What do you do when black & white and green and red begin blend?
You can live your gray life. I’ll take the Cotton Belt around the bend.
Locomotive crashing through.
And you can bet the bite is much worse than the bark.
Those tracks whispering to me like a woman by my side here in the dark.
Ain’t nobody but you and the man who runs the train.
Hop into that boxcar when you’ve done it all and seen it all.
Everything to lose and none to gain.
What do you do when you should be happy? Do you just pretend?
You can keep the Cadillac I’ll take the Cotton Belt around the bend.
You can keep the Cadillac I’ll take the Cotton Belt around the bend.
You can keep the Cadillac I’ll take the Cotton Belt around the bend.
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