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I've been down this road before, I remember every tree
Every single blade of grass, holds a special place for me
And I remember every town, every hotel room
Every song I ever sang on a guitar out of tune
I remember everything, things I can't forget
The way you turned and smiled on me on the night that we first met
And I remember every night your ocean eyes of blue
I miss you in the morning light like roses miss the dew
I've been down this road before alone as I can be
Careful not to let my past go sneakin' up on me
Got no future in my happiness, the regrets are very few
Sometimes a little tenderness was the best that I could do
I remember everything, things I can't forget
Swimin' pools of butterflies would slip right through the net
And I remember every night your ocean eyes of blue
I miss you in the morning light like roses miss the dew
I miss you in the morning light like roses miss the dew
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I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know?
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just to ask me how'd it go
Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
But actually, everything is just about the same
I met a girl from Venus
Her insides were lined in gold
Well, she did what she did, said "How was it, kid?"
She was politely told
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
But actually, everything is just about the same"
Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen
Molly went to Arkansas
She got raped by Dobbin's dog
Well, she was doing good till she went in the woods
And got pinned up against a log
Pretty good, not bad, she can't complain
'Cause actually, all them dogs are just about the same
Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen
I heard Allah and Buddha
Were singing at the Savior's feast
And up in the sky an Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker oats to a priest
Pretty good, not bad, they can't complain
'Cause actually, all them gods are just about the same
Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain
'Cause actually, everything is just about the same
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I wish, I hope, I wonder where you're at sometimes
Is your back against the wall or just across the line?
Have you been standing in the rain reciting nursery rhymes?
Trying to recall some long lost kind of peace of mind
Try spending the night sometime all alone in a frozen room
Afterneath you've lain your saddle in the rain
I dreamed they locked God up down in my basement
And he waited there for me to have this accident
So he could drink my wine and eat me like a sacrament
And I just stood there like I do, then I came and went
I came and went like a bird in a foreign sky
Couldn't even say goodbye or come and share the pain
My saddle's in the rain
I saw a friend who doesn't know if I'm his friend just yet
His eyes and mouth were widely open and his jaw was set
Like he'd fell off a cliff and hadn't hit the bottom yet
I wish he wouldn't pull those things on me without a net
I had him up to the house one time, we was having a real good time
Then he went and lain his saddle in the rain
In a laundromat not too far from the Alamo
Sits a girl who stole my records very long ago
And she wishes, wants and washes out those dirty clothes
As she shuts her eyes and dreams about her one-eyed Joe
Car parked on a dirty road, heaven knows the load she pulled
Couldn't take the strain, a saddle in the rain
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Oh I get drunk most every night
Seems like all we do is fight
The more I drink, the less I feel blue
Sometimes I feel like an awful fool
Spendin' my life on an old barstool
And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you
If this date were to be our last
I'd never set down this glass
It'd take all the booze in the world to forget you
You've left my heart a vacant lot
I'll fill it with another shot
And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you
Looks like I had my fill
Guess I better pay my bill
When I started out, I only meant to have a few
Someone just said that you left town
I better get a double round
And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you
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I got kicked off Noah's Ark
I turn my cheek to unkind remarks
There was two of everything, but one of me
And when the rains came tumbling down
I held my breath and I stood my ground
And I watched that ship go sailing out to sea
Take it back, take it back, oh no, you can't say that
All of my friends are not dead or in jail
Through rock and through stone, the black wind still moans
Sweet revenge, sweet revenge without fail
I caught an aisle seat on a plane
And drove an English teacher half insane
Making up jokes about bicycle spokes and red balloons
So I called up my local DJ
And he didn't have a lot to say
'Cause the radio has learned all of my favorite tunes
Take it back, take it back, oh no, you can't say that
All of my friends are not dead or in jail
Through rock and through stone, the black wind still moans
Sweet revenge, sweet revenge without fail
The white meat is on the run
And the dark meat is far too done
And the milkman left me a note yesterday
Get out of this town by noon
You're coming on way too soon
And besides that, we never liked you any way
Take it back, take it back, oh no, you can't say that
All of my friends are not dead or in jail
Through rock and through stone, the black wind still moans
Sweet revenge, sweet revenge without fail
Sweet revenge, sweet revenge will prevail without fail
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Summer's end is around the bend just flyin'
The swimmin' suits are on the line just dryin'
I'll meet you there per our conversation
I hope I didn't ruin your whole vacation
Well you never know how far from home you're feelin'
Until you've watched the shadows cross the ceilin'
Well I don't know, but I can see it snowin'
In your car, the windows are wide open
Just come on home
Come on home
No you don't have to be alone
Just come on home
Valentines break hearts and minds at random
That old Easter egg ain't got a leg to stand on
Well I can see that you can't win for tryin'
And New Year's Eve is bound to leave you cryin'
Come on home
Come on home
No you don't have to be alone
Just come on home
The moon and stars hang out in bars just talkin'
I still love that picture of us walkin'
Just like that old house we thought was haunted
Summer's end came faster than we wanted
Come on home
Come on home
No you don't have to be alone
Come on home
Come on home
You don’t have to be alone
Just come on home
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Jason Isbell - Souvenirs
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All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Memories, they can't be boughten
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That's why last night and this mornin'
Always look the same to me
I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs
Memories, they can't be boughten
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
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I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young girl, well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken-down dam
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em, they're buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
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Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knee
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin', I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Mmm...
Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other people's clothes
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin', I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Mmm...
Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G.I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin', I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Mmm...
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The rain came down on a tin roof
Hardly a sound was left from the birthday party
The kitchen light fell asleep on a bedroom floor
Me and her were talking softer
Than all the time before I lost her
Picture sat on top of the chest of drawers
One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the Holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you, if you told me
But what I never knew, I never will forget
Rainy nights get dark real early
Her dress was soft, her hair was curly
We danced around the table to the old banjo
Rainy nights were made for lovers
We lay there still beneath the covers
And I ain't never felt like that before
One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the Holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you, if you told me
But what I never knew, I never will forget
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We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked living there
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown
A life of their own left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean War
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the backdoor screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say if he asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."
You know that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder every day
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."
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When I was a child my family would travel
Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born
And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill
And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovel
And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man
And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
When I die, let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester Dam
I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'
Just five miles away from wherever I am
And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away
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A two-time Grammy-winner, John Prine is among the English language’s premier phrase-turners. Almost 50 years into a remarkable career that has drawn praise from Bob Dylan, Kris Kristofferson, Bonnie Raitt, Roger Waters, Tom Petty, Bruce Springsteen & others. He is a 2019 Rock & Songwriter’s Hall of Fame inductee, a Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame member and a PEN New England Lyrics Award. ... more
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