1. |
Black Wind
02:11
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Let the black wind howl
Let the black wind blow
Every mountain high
Every valley low
Let the black wind howl
Let the black wind blow
Every name I've called
Everyone I've known
So let the black wind howl
And let the black wind blow
Been traveling down, that lonesome road
Keep heading down, that lonesome road
Let the black wind howl
Let the black wind blow
Every mountain high
Every valley low
Let the black wind howl
Let the black wind blow
Every name I've called
Everyone I've known
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2. |
Sailor's Lot
03:21
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Tossed about, like a ship
On a wave
Upon a rolling tide
I was born
Born upon the sea
I was made
To ride these waves
Rising up, Lifted out
Of the grave
Under a stormy sky
I was born
Born upon the sea
I was made,
To make them rue the day
I was born,
Born upon the sea
I was made,
Made to ride the waves
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3. |
We Are The Night
02:29
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Sift through the wreckage
Of your so called life
Forget what's expected
Another waste of time
La, la, la
Lala-la La La
We are the Night
We are the Night
Empty prayers and glasses
We are the night
We are the night
How time passes...
Find some comfort
In these broken words
Forgive past hurts
You'll get what you deserve
La, la, la
Lala-Lala, La La
We are the Night
We are the Night
Simple little choices
We are the Night
We are the Night
Quiet, whispered voices
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4. |
A New Set of Blues
02:48
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Screaming down the highway,
Like a bat out of hell
Onto the next big thing
Praying to the preacher,
Who's gonna pay my bail
Hoping that the dream comes true
You gotta find something
To lose
You gotta start
Over new
Listening to the words
Of a dying man
Telling me it's all been done
Pounding on the pavement
In these old worn out shoes
Humming along to old songs
Working on a new set of blues
You gotta find something
To lose
You gotta start
Over new
For once in my life,
I'll be fine...
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5. |
Bad Men, Big Ideas
02:59
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Light beer in the summer time
Holy ghosts, and cheap red wine
Say a prayer, for the little guy
Reaching out for a good vibe
Bad men with big ideas
How did we go so wrong?
Getting rich off the working class
It's gone on for too long
Last cigarette to pass the time
False hopes, and store-bought lies
Cheap imitation for the real thing
Sorry excuse for a human being
Bad men, with big ideas
Making up the rules
Riding on the backs of us poor,
Used, and broken tools
So it's light beer in the summer time
Holy ghosts, and cheap red wine
Say a prayer, for the little guy
I'm reaching out for some good vibes
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Lie down beside me, My only love
Sleep now, and carry me home
Forget your troubles
Lie down with me
I"ll meet you in our dreams
Honey, I
I know you better than
You know yourself
Lie down, beside me, My only love
Sleep now, and carry me home
Forget what ails you,
Lie down with me
I'll meet you in our dreams
Honey you,
You know it gets better now
Better than you know...
Lie down beside me, My only love
Sleep now, and carry me home
Forget your troubles
Lie down with me
I"ll meet you in our dreams...
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7. |
Dead Confederate
04:50
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We were alone, Chasing the daylight
Those last fleeting moments of the sun
We were alone, pretending the moon didn't scare us
As we played in battlefields from long ago...
I kissed you softly, believing in every word you sang
This is my fear, reaching up and choking me
Like the ones who died here, long ago...
Dead Confederate, Old rebel soul
I'll miss you when the Spanish moss is gone
Those bayous calling us both back from our graves,
Searching for death, With an uneven hand...
I used to hear the stories of your death
Your birth overshadowed, by those last breaths
Oh, I wish I could have known you
Like you knew me, Before I was even born
Your blood boiling in my southern veins
Oh, I lost myself, back there in that time
Searching for a man who carried your name
Lost, yet protected by your ghost
When he looked in my eyes, and saw you and her
Staring back...
Gone, gone, Gone...
Like soft southern songs
Gone, gone, Gone
Like the fires, That raged here long ago...
That consumed two southern and northern souls
Dead Confederate, That's all they'll ever know...
Dead Confederate, That's all they'll ever know...
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Payden Poore Knoxville, Tennessee
I am a Singer-songwriter from Knoxville, TN
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