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Carry Me Back Home
03:42
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She was already spittin fire
when we hit that Texas line
twenty-six hours left to go
she'd already lost her mind
maybe it was the whiskey
maybe just the coke
I think it's both
As we passed through Houston
The sun was shining bright
I yelled 'god I hate this fucking city'
known it all my life
maybe it was the whiskey
maybe just the coke
I think it's both
cuz we're all hell bound
I'll just get there quicker
and I'll pass you the spoon
if you pass me the liquor
and we'll all drink up
and I'll feel so warm
but she'll be crying on my shoulder soon
we're a long long way from home
Spent the night awake in a flea bag motel
the bed sheets smelled of sex and death
lost love, cold hearts, and hell
so I drank up all the whiskey
took what was left of the coke
and I lost hope
Now there's people tell ya
about the fires down below
but I've had their burning blind my eyes
seen that awful glow
I know it's where i'm headed,
but it don't change who I am
I'm just the damned
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Apocalypse Whenever
04:28
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Pale
03:55
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I keep my pockets deep with fists
my collar turned up tight
the wind it howls with icy claws
carries me through the night
oh god watches over me
the angels watch over me
but my feet, my feet, they don't give a damn
they just walk on easy streets
she had a smile that burned every eye
in the house of the rising sun
and all they could see for the rest of their lives
was what they'd never done
but god watches over me
the angels watch over me
but my feet, my feet they don't give a damn
they just walk on easy streets
and when we shot the final scene
in cold december dreams
the streets were lined with naked grief
and she was on her knees
but god watches over me
the angels watch over me
but my feet, my feet they don't give a damn
they just walk on easy streets
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5. |
Huntington, WV
04:51
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All the coal in them mountains
must bring a poor man down
and the spray paint on the overpass
runs the ghosts out of this town
I can't hold it in much longer
cuz the nights are wearing us down
I'll just head out over yonder
where the freight trains ain't making that sound
all my moving does
is just break up
the pieces that would otherwise be breaking me down
and these roads
lead me further from home,
but they never get me out of this town
and my hands are getting tired from the way my feet move around
and the travelers pool their shadows
when the night winds come sweeping down
they trace that ghost straight out to the coast
wheels beatin back the grey rolling ground
and there ain't nothing like an atlas
to let you know just where you went wrong
truckers know that they're after us
so they run out in a pack to keep it strong
all my moving does
is just break up
the pieces that would otherwise be breaking me down
and these roads
lead me further from home,
but they never get me out of this town
and my hands are getting tired from the way my feet move around
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couldn't stand to work this morning so I'm calling it off
this life it ain't worth nothin but the years I've worn off
my eyes don't work to good and I'm developing a cough
but this living is still better than just lining a coffin
I've been working for the man since the day I was born
and I can't feel my fingers cuz they're numb to the bone
but don't you wag your tongue at me boss cuz your day's gonna come
yeah the revolution's building, annie, go get your gun
I've been living off of coffee just to pay the rent
can't do a damn thing cuz all my money's spent
and I look up at the ceiling at night when I go to bed
and I wish the mother fuckers who wrecked my life was dead
I've been working for the man since the day I was born
and I can't feel my fingers cuz they're numb to the bone
but don't you wag your tongue at me boss cuz your day's gonna come
yeah the revolution's building, annie, go get your gun
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Timothy Conal Carey Columbia, Missouri
"Tim Carey keeps the tradition of the socially conscious singer/songwriter in one holster & the imagery of a forlorn, whiskey soaked poet in the other. When he aims his sight is keen & his songs shoot out propelled by a passion that can not be ignored." -Michael Scott Sumrak ... more
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