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Let It Burn
04:01
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Let It Burn
I’m not a reader, I’m a writer
I’m not a dreamer, I’m a fighter
I’m not a leader, I’m a lighter
So let it burn, let it burn, let it burn
I’m standing on the edge of the river pain
Watching the water rise
I’m standing in the wake of the pouring rain
Falling from your eyes
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Nothing Left to Do (But Cry)
There’s nothing left to do but cry
There’s nothing left to do but cry
Nobody would blame you if you wanted to try
But there ain’t nothing left to do but cry
It’s always darkest before the dawn
That ol’ cliché just may be true
But when the dawn is totally gone
There ain’t nothin’ left to do
There’s nothing left to do but cry
There’s nothing left to do but cry
Nobody would blame you if you wanted to try
But there ain’t nothing left to do but cry
We’ve caused ourselves a lot of pain
God knows that’s true
There’s nobody left for use to blame
There’s only me and you
There’s nothing left to do but cry
There’s nothing left to do but cry
Nobody would blame you if you wanted to try
But there ain’t nothing left to do but cry
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Yesterday's Dreams
04:22
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Yesterday’s Dreams
I’ve been to Georgia on a fast train
I’ve been to Memphis in the pouring rain
I’ve been to Nashville, but I didn’t stay long
I couldn’t write that perfect song
I left home at 17
Gonna find a way to pursue my dream
When I come home you’ll all know my name
But everything just stayed the same
Yesterday’s dream won’t let me be
Yesterday’s dream won’t set me free
Won't set me free
I’ve been to Harlem on the A train
On the 5:15 I was out of my brain
I caught a tan standing in the pouring rain
I cut my teeth on Memory Pain
When I look back on everything
I feel the past and I want to sing
Let the music feed your soul
Don’t be afraid to lose control
Yesterday’s dreams won’t let me be
Yesterday’s dreams won’t set me free
Won't set me free
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Jockey Full of Bourbon
06:13
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Jockey Full of Bourbon
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone[
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from on top of the mast
Chorus
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
16 men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.
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God's Not Dead
05:43
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God’s Not Dead
God’s not dead but he ain’t here
He was last seen at Kennedy nursing a beer
With a shot and a cigarette and a copy of Catcher in the Wry
He told me, “Don’t worry it’ll be alright.
We can drink and smoke and get real tight
You’re never gonna win but it never hurts to try”
“You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
But you won’t miss me for very long
‘Cause you’ll be back on that track and suffering the daily grind”
He took one final drink; one final drag
And he laughed just a little as he picked up his bag
He said, “I’m just simply running out of time”
God’s not dead, he’s just gone
You hear him in your head
Your probably wrong
God’s not dead, he just said goodbye
And everything he said
Feel free to defy
Was it existential musing about his plight
Or was he just worried about missing his flight
I never really understood a single word he said
I thought to myself as I finished my beer
Things might be better if he were a bit more clear
God’s not here but at least he ain’t dead
God’s not dead, he’s just gone
You hear him in your head
Your probably wrong
God’s not dead, he’s just said goodbye
And everything he said
Feel free to defy
He told me, “Don’t worry it’ll be alright.
“We can drink and smoke and get real tight
“You’re never gonna win but it never hurts to try”
“You’re never gonna win but it never hurts to try”
“You’re never gonna win I’ll see you on the other side”
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Good Time Jake
01:47
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Good Time Jake
Good time Jake he’s gotta plan
Poor the drinks strong when they kick up the band
Nothing’s wrong when the band starts to swing
Your favorite song’s what they start to sing
The music’s hot; the vodka’s cold
The night is young but it’s growing old
Get up
Get on with what it’s all about
Get up or get out
If you have any doubt
The sun ain’t up and the lights are hot
It’s time to jump ready or not
You better spend some cash; find a friend
The place starts jumpin’ right around ten
Get out on the dance floor workin’ up a lather
By 3 AM nothin’ gonna matter
Good time Jake keeps pouring the beer
Sunday morning you still can’t hear
Get up
Get on with what it’s all about
Get up or get out
If you have any doubt
The sun ain’t up and the lights are hot
It’s time to jump ready or not
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Simon Pure Labrick Blues
04:43
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Simon Pure Labrick Blues
I woke up this morning and wrote myself a song
It wasn’t very good but it’s not too long
It has lots of hooks which is just what you need
And juvenile entendre about planting seeds
There’s an obligatory shanty down by the riverside
And a line or two about someone who died
And a whiskey still and a shot gun and a razor in my shoe
When you’re down on your luck what else can you do
About that time in walks the Jezebel Queen
Of the Mississippi Delta and boy was she mean
She starts into harpin’ “Harpin’ on Me” is all I could hear
That’s your cue boy, put a harp noise here.
She smoked and she drank and she sometimes cursed
Chased every thrill even robbed a nurse
Why’d she rob a nurse you may ask; It’s such an unusual crime
Maybe she did it so I could make this rhyme
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Judas Goat
07:10
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The Judas Goat
An empty pack of cigarettes without the will to quit
Sifting through the ashes at the bar where I sit
Waiting in the hours of the calm before the storm
A tin-horn piper with a $40 horn
I’ll drink like Paganini, lead the rats to the water
Or the gin or the vodka like the lamb to the slaughter
Another Judas goat in a pied and tattered coat
I can sell another drink if I play the perfect note
Some will never drink, they will only drown
And I’ll lead them to the river with just the perfect sound
Some are lost in the darkness trying to be found
I’m another Judas Goat with a coxcomb for a crown
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Big Daddy T Band Atlanta, Georgia
Influenced by a wide range of blues styles – ranging from 20’s jazz and country blues from the 30s, electric Chicago-style blues, and the electric blues rock of the first wave of English interpreters of the blues – bassist and vocalist Tony “Big Daddy T” Wisler has distilled it all to create a unique style of house-rockin’ blues that goes well beyond the expected 12-bar format. ... more
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