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| 1. |
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The days of our innocence and grace flow by
The smiles we wear upon our face blow by Oh, the sweet wine of youth Goes sour over time Seems like the more that you lose The more you ache to find A town called Amen Like a bright-eyed smile For some long lost friend It's a town called Amen Sit at the window sill See the children rushing by Come a flood of summer rain Strange increments of time How the wild engines run Burning shadows from our minds Lord when the purging gets done I sure pray what's left behind Is a town called Amen Like a bright-eyed smile For some long lost friend It's a town called Amen Come lay down on this bed Hey, close your weary eyes Like the clouds above our heads Life slowly passes by Did you kiss the dog you love When you were a little child? Will you lay in the arms of Some sweet reverie a while? In a town called Amen Like a bright sunrise Hey, if you open up your eyes You're in a town called Amen, Amen |
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| 2. |
| 3:09 |
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Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes
Sit right down in the middle of the road Kick off the dust and deal with the news That you are blind These dreams are familiar These are places we've been before Somewhere in the wild blue yonder Lies a path where blindly we go And I ain't counting on nobody Ain't counting on my fingers and toes Ain't counting on no superstition 'Cause my proposition is we are blind These dreams are familiar These are places we've been before Somewhere in the wild blue yonder Lies a path where blindly we go And on the day that I play my last hand As I set out blindly for some promised land One thing I know, I'll hope it's dreams not eyes Take a soul where it wants to go These dreams are familiar These are places we've been before Somewhere in the wild blue yonder Lies a path where blindly we go Blindly we go, blindly we go |
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| 5:45 |
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Dixie is a scourge and a scar
And a girl in my heart and a state of mind Jesus is the man with a plan He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine This small town crowd should've dragged you down Can't leave your past behind Wipers in the rain tap out time Coming up on a new state line I wanna be a jailbird From the prison of my own damn mind Gonna get me a fast car Set out and see what I can find Brick up the well of tears and disappear Leave myself behind Gonna be a jailbird From the prison of my own damn mind Midnight, take a short cut Through the downtown cemetery No stepping on graves Check the statue of the Virgin Mary She's catching moonlight in the shadows Revealing spider webs Can you see the black widow Hung between our lady's hands? I wanna be a jailbird From the prison of my own damn mind Gonna get me a fast car Set out and see what I can find Brick up the well of tears and disappear Leave myself behind Gonna be a jailbird From the prison of my own damn mind Now used to be when I was young I was so hungry for oblivion My thoughts would linger Like fingers in a deadly web But in time as sorrow showed it's face In kind I learned to ache for grace To work and pray to one day Be delivered whole, alive and free I wanna be a jailbird From the prison of my own damn mind Gonna get me a fast car Set out and see what I can find Brick up the well of tears and disappear Leave myself behind Gonna be a jailbird From the prison of my own damn mind |
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| 4. |
| 4:30 |
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When too much beauty numbs the mind
When what you see ain't what you get When digging deeper what you find Is skeletons best left behind We go crash into the sun Ain't enough bullets in this here gun We got cash, now who's talking trash? Jumping up and down on the bus downtown We are brash, we all fall down We take out our brains and shake 'em all around It's a gas, a real kick in the pants Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting 'Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?' And when the monkey see what the monkey do Some fool's checking out the chump in you They got magic hoops for jumping through You let some space case say false is true We go crash into the sun Ain't enough bullets in this here gun We got cash, now who's talking trash? Jumping up and down on the bus downtown We are brash, we all fall down We take out our brains and shake 'em all around It's a gas, a real kick in the pants Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting 'Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?' Do you blow minds?" The further you go the deeper it gets With so much to remember, it's fun to forget Surrender your mind to life's sweet blindfold Hey, don't think twice just do as you're told Go on and crash into the sun Ain't enough bullets in this here gun We got cash, now who's talking trash? Jumping up and down and the bus downtown We are brash, we all fall down We take out our brains and shake 'em all around It's a gas, a real kick in the pants Everywhere we go we bring the house down We go crash into the sun Ain't enough bullets in this here gun We got cash, now who's talking trash? Jumping up and down on the bus downtown We are brash, we all fall down We take out our brains and shake 'em all around It's a gas, a real kick in the pants Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting 'Hoo, who do you know, hoo, who do you know?' Hoo, who do you know?" And do you, and do you, and do you, and do you, and do you And do you, and do you, do you blow minds? Just ask him, do you blow minds? You gotta blow minds, can you blow minds? You're wasting my time |
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| 5. |
| 7:43 |
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Out in the junkyard in the pines
They're working over time Hacking back them vines That are eating up their minds Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine We're doing 30 in a 45 Disregarding highway signs You learn to take your time Down south in the summertime Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine It ain't no crime in being alive It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by Lead our lives one day at a time Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south Living on the fruit of the vine Now some say love come COD Others turn to G O D Cash it in on PCP, IOUs and IEDs Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine Scraps of paper in a tree Photographs and memories Train wrecks of tangled dreams Lives coming apart at the seams Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine It ain't no crime in being alive It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by Lead our lives one day at a time Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south Just living on the fruit of the vine It ain't no crime in being alive It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by Lead our lives one day at a time Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south Living on the fruit of the vine Now that old vine, it never sleeps And it strangles as it creeps Out in the junkyard in the pines Fall asleep and you will die Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine You think you're gonna get your little piece of the sky Up in the sweet by and by? As for me I believe I'll try to get mine before I die Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine 'Cause it ain't no crime in being alive It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by Lead our lives one day at a time Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south Living on the fruit of the vine, living on the fruit of the vine Living on the fruit of the vine, living on the fruit of the vine |
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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That's how they found him
He was howling at the moon He's sitting right there on the railway tracks And the train was coming There was a string of wild flowers Draped around his collar And when he saw the men were coming for him Well, he began to holler He cried, "Take me away, take me away" But the men could not be sure If he was talking to them or talking to the oncoming train Now his mama she watched religion on the TV Each day from dawn to dusk And at night when she'd hear him howling Well, she'd cried to Jesus For years she begged the Sweet Redeemer To heal her crazy son Until finally she just gave up on miracles And called the men to come She told them, "Take him away, take my son away 'Cause after 20 long years I've simply run out prayers to pray" But as he stood to fight the men From the other side of the railway bed He thought he heard the calling voice Of an old friend he thought long dead But when he turned away from the men He found it was a stranger calling him And as if he knew that man He smiled and raised his hand As he stepped into the golden sun Of the headlight of the oncoming train And as he did he locked eyes with that stranger He cried out one last time He cried, "Take me away, please, take me away" And to this day in this little town Not a soul knows what he was trying to say All them years of shouting take me away No, no one knows what he was trying to say Or who that stranger was |
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| 7. |
| 3:20 |
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I'll never fit in so why should I try?
How I'm I ever gonna pass for a normal guy? I can't wear no suit and tie, gotta let my freak flag fly If I walk the straight and narrow one more day I think I'll die Because I wanna live in a turquoise house With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard Drive around town in a turquoise car Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart Now faith is a riddle and love is a dream Things are seldom what they seem If you say your prayers at night and comb your hair just right You might not feel like you're in hell but then again you might Me, I wanna live in a turquoise house With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard Drive around town in a turquoise car Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart I want turquoise carpets and turquoise shoes Turquoise papers with all the turquoise news Turquoise only, not teal or aquamarine I've seen my future and it's a shade of blueish green Now I can't turn back, there ain't no way (He's going turquoise today) When word gets out there'll be hell to pay (He's going turquoise today) This life's not for the faint But you can't be what you ain't I know I'll never truly be myself Till I get me that turquoise paint Because I wanna live in a turquoise house With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard Drive around town in a turquoise car Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart I wanna live in a turquoise house With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard Drive around town in a turquoise car Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart A turquoise girl with a turquoise heart A turquoise girl in a turquoise dress And a skirt and a shirt That's covering up her turquoise heart |
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| 4:36 |
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It's the twilight hour
As the sun goes down I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load Rattle off through town The railroad crossing lights flash on There ain't no train in sight A crescent moon will soon ascend As day gives way to night And I feel home And I think how far away I got from home Back in the bad old days But I'm done turning diamonds to coal Now just before dinner time This old drunk comes knocking on my door Say he's looking for some girl who lived here Twenty-seven years ago The radio in the kitchen is playing 'Papa Was A Rolling Stone' And as he strolls away into the night And the streetlights flicker on I get to thinking about home And how sometimes there come a day When I try to get back home But all you can do is run away But I'm done turning diamonds to coal In love we find out who we are In sorrow we abide Our strength's revealed by what we build From the broken things inside But a day will come when you will know Which way you must choose to go To travel on and live alone Or turn yourself around and try to get back home Try to get back home And now way up high two jet planes Weave spider webs across the sky As that flatbed Ford has dropped his load Now there he goes swinging by And the silence gathering 'round this house Makes such a lovely sound That I know for sure that I am cured From turning diamonds, from turning diamonds to coal 'Cause I feel home and I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal |
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| 5:20 | 
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| 10. |
| 5:40 |
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Down at the drugstore where they sell medicine
Back in the corner stands a plywood Superman He never saves nobody from nothing He just leans against the wall looking sad Me, I go climbing on my broken ladder Aiming for high places but I never quite can Lay two hands on the heart of the matter Sometimes I feel like that plywood Superman, Superman Last night at the truck stop the cashier at the diesel desk Stopped to talk to me as I paid for my beer She's single with two kids, says she loves Las Vegas Her dream's one day some rich man will take her away from here When she goes climbing on her broken ladder She's searching for some sweet, far off promised land But nobody never breaks free of nothing Wrapped in the arms of a plywood Superman, Superman Now my old daddy, he worked in a factory And he used to beat on me with his mind not his hands And though for ten years he's laid in that grave in Birmingham To this day I still hear him saying what a useless thing I am When I go climbing on my broken ladder I'm searching for something but what I don't understand Is how you can climb forever and still never reach nothing Trapped in your life like some plywood Superman, Superman Plywood Superman, plywood Superman Plywood Superman, plywood Superman |
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| 11. |
| 3:27 |
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Things that you know
Places you won't go Faces where you see Traces of yourself Ooh, life's a big mystery In the puzzle of history I see pieces of heaven In photographs of you and me Over mountains so high Through shadows below The dreams you will dream The love you will show In the dust storm of memories Of triumphs and tragedies I see pieces of heaven In photographs of you and me From before you were born Till you're old as sin Your wild oats strewn Across the fields of time My one prayer will always be That some day you like me I see pieces of heaven In photographs of you and me Photographs of you and me |
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| 12. |
| 3:51 |
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Oooh, it's been a long long one day
longer than a country mile stronger than a hurricane oooh, it's been a long long day. This red barn in the field. Dusty winds blow round it. It stands in its place firm and tall. So safe inside am I that I can see one hundred prairie miles waving on endlessly. And papa snores again while mama lies awake silently wondering why that grey cat that she loved up and run away, ten years ago one dusty day just like today. Long one day there I lay under the big windy sky I prayed; dear Lord make the flickering hands of fate finally flip the page to the yellow sun of my coming age. Oooh, it's been a long, long long day.... longer than a country mile stronger than a hurricane. Oooh, its been a long long day. |
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