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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
When I die Lord won't you put my soul up on a train
Won't you send it southbound Give it a cool blues-man name I've been lost on them back roads so many times, I've gone blind Losing faith in my family had driven me out of my damn mind But on the south side of heaven won't you take me home Cause I've been broke down for so long and Lord, it's getting cold I've been a desperado in West Texas for so long Lord, I need a change For ten long years this old place ain't seen a drop of rain And that wind blows everyday Lord, all like a desert snow Like a lost bound train running on cocaine and outta control But on the south side of heaven won't you take me home Cause I've been broke down for so long and Lord, it's getting cold Long down the Louisiana byways Lonesome highways roll on Won't you take me where the poor man lives Its where I call my home And can't you see that a breeze, nothin' but a change in pace Money can't buy my soul, cause it comes from a hard earned place But on the south side of heaven won't you take me home Cause I've been broke down for so long and Lord, it's getting cold |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Every time I turn around
A man tries to get me down I just can't see your face I'm blinded by the sun Living on the run And I can't remember this place Take me to the other side Let me go when I'm high Take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride I better slow down before I wreck Driving on the river's edge My momma says, "Come back home." But I can't keep em running fast Burning up the year's grass Another sands dirt road Won't you take me to the other side Let me go when I'm high Won't you take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride Cowboy's your given name Nothing ever stays the same 'Cept the rain falling down You can't keep from goin' No the wind is always damn cold It's time to put the hammer down Won't you take me to the other side Let me go when I'm high Won't you take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride Won't you take me to the other side On the wind won't you let me ride Won't you take me to the other side, pretty mama And on the wind won't you let me ride |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
I've lived without bread and I've lived without water,
Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin' I was home. Long way from no where, wishin' I was somewhere, Sangre de Cristo to the Devils Backbone. I've been to California and North Carolina, Hung with the hippies in Austin and the cowboys of Mexico. I've laid up in Fort Worth with beautiful ladies, Hitch hiked on down to Tijuana and hit the rodeo in San Anton... In the back of a Ranchero, I rode down to Laredo, Had a good time with the la posada, yea you know I was left alone. On a rig out of El Paso, rainin' down in Houston, Told the truck driver put the pedal to the metal cause Houston gets me down. On down to Louisiana, Whiskey River Landing, Crawfish pie and eat jambalaya with a big ole coon ass smile. |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Don't you wait for me
'Cause I'll be running late Don't you wait for me By the flowers upon my grave Don't you wait for me I won't be coming home Don't you wait for me Unplug the telephone 'Cause I'm wild running through the hills And my eyes are wondering how you feel And the miles upon miles keep falling from the sky Don't you wait for me When the flowers die Don't you wait for me I have many miles to go Don't you wait for me I have nothing left to show Don't you wait for me Wonderin' what is wrong Don't you wait for me I'll catch you in the break of dawn 'Cause I'm wild running through the hills And my eyes are wondering how you feel And the miles upon miles keep falling from the sky Don't you wait for me When the flowers die Don't you wait for me Sleepin' in the summer sun Don't you wait for me With my pillow lies my gun Don't you wait for me I'm gonna finish last Don't you wait for me I'm mending fences of my past 'Cause I'm wild running through the hills And my eyes are wondering how you feel And the miles upon miles keep falling from the sky Don't you wait for me When the flowers die Don't you wait for me When the flowers die |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Onda Cielo y toca la sierra
Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho Esperando acsente del sol Palo en Mexico Buzzards they circle old crosses on hills The heart of the desert pound under my heels I hear tell of Aztec gold, buried in the hills of old Mexico Onda Cielo y toca la sierra Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho Esperando acsente del sol |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Well sunshine
Fall on me Won't you tell me When the hour is late Tell them old crows Want to fly away Tell the darkness That you ain't no slave Well sunshine Won't you follow me Through the night Won't you guide me When we go by Says trouble Along the road ahead Some lawmen Really want me dead Well sunshine Ain't done nothing Is what I told that man Said I ain't done nothing With these two hands See there ain't no blood Ain't no blood on my hands Stains to come Made the government mad Well sunshine Well sunshine Follow me Won't you guide me Till I can see Tell them old crows Want to fly away Tell the darkness |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
When I was young my daddy said, Son
Never be ashamed of where your from There's nothin wrong with your last name Don't be lookin for people to blame Cause hard times they come and they go Most of the time they're in the middle of the road It's the same pain in different ways Don't your know, Son, when it pours it rains Chorus Hard times In the middle of your road Hard times Creepin up on the good folks you know Hard times You daddy wakes up and you lit the stove Hard times From the California hills to the Coverdale Road You got yours and I have mine Mostly good folks have tried and tried To make a livin on your minimum wage Your coming up short nearly every day And what's enough and what's the cost You can't stand up cause all is lost You roll us up and your doors are locked There's a poor boy livin on every block Chorus Hard times In the middle of your road Hard times Creepin up on the good folks you know Hard times You're livin down the rest of you knows Hard times From the California hills to the Coverdale Road When I was young my daddy said, Son Never be ashamed of where your from There's nothin wrong with your last name So don't be lookin for people to blame Cause hard times they come and they go And most of the time they're in the middle of your road It's the same pain, different way Don't your know when it pours it rains And it'll always be around Followin you from town to town But you can get up when it puts you down Cause everybody's got 'em if you look around Chorus Hard times In the middle of your road Hard times Creepin up on the good folks you know Hard times Huddled around a wood burnin stove Hard times |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Well I've been workin in the goddamn sun
With just for a dollar a day Been workin for a dollar a day I've been workin for a dollar a day Man I never understand why all my money Goes down to man at the bank And all he does is sit and think About the money that I'm gonna make And all of my brothers well their jumpin on planes And they going off fighting in wars They are lowered on a desert shore Fighting for my freedom and a little bit of oh Man it sure does cost well a whole lot of money Well to live in the land of the free Well I think I'll go and plant me a seed Grow a marijuana money tree Well then I'm gonna head down to south louisiana With a guitar on my back Corn bread and a gunny sack Maybe uncle sam'll cut me some slack I've been digging in the rock since five o'clock And my calluses is cut to the bone Well the soles in my shoes is worn Cuz I've been diggin in the rocks since dawn Well I've been workin in the goddamn sun With just for a dollar a day I've been workin for a dollar a day |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Take it easy mama
Lay your head down Hold on to my lovin We're both gonna need it now Take it easy mama Lay your head down Rest your head on my shoulder It's a long way into town It's hard When you're alone It's hard When everybodys free Take it easy mama Lay your head down Hold on to my lovin We're both gonna need it now Take it easy mama Lend me your smile Let your falling head come down Ground me with your smile It's hard When you're alone It's hard When everybodys free It's hard When you're alone It's hard When everybodys stoned Take it easy mama Lay your head down Let your falling head come down Ground me with your smile Take it easy mama Lay your head down Hold on to my lovin We're both gonna need it now |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Oh sittin' in a truck stop
With my Cowboy Boots and my Guitar I've been livin' on a tip box It was meant for cigars Long Way From Georgia Long Way From Georgia Oh I'm out on the highway Yeah Yeah I have no regrets 'Cause I'm livin' my way Long coffee and cigarettes Long Way From Georgia Long Way From Georgia Oh wind this highway is my poem Oh through the night I ride on I just keep on rollin' on 'Cause I'm a long way from home Long Way From Georgia Long Way From Georgia Oh sittin' in a truck stop And a waitress tells me Ah boy you got a good smile Might take you a long way Say boy you better make it count 'Cause you're a long way from Georgia |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
If you ever see me walking down the side of the road
Would you ever stop and wonder why Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost Stop and give a poor boy a ride And forget my past 'Cause if I ever get home, I'm never gonna worry 'bout the things that I could've done 'Cause I've done a lot of things I could've done better But now it don't matter none I've raised my glass 'Cause I fell in love and then lost touch I dropped it and broke her heart I drove off a cliff And I barely missed Walkin' with her in the park Just a selfish boy But I have not forgot that the food in the pot ain't cookin' for a boy like me I been fightin' all night with the dogs in the alley, looking for a bone to eat Starving to death Everybody's troubled with your hustle and your bustle The payment on the house is late If I ever have a problem like that I guess I'll be in pretty good shape You can kiss my ass goodbye When I feel the wind blow See a ghost in the road And headlights are a beautiful sight And out in the desert I can sit under them heavens And watch the sun keep settin' for miles And here comes another song Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper I scribble on down the lines And what you're hearing now Is something I found Hidin' way down inside The cellar of my heart And I hope everybody had a real good time I hope I didn't bring you down These ain't sad songs So don't take 'em wrong I haven't been home in a while Well, I'll see you all around |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
Here I go again
Straight up out the motel Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail If I quit, I'm just rolling the dice Couldn't pass up the red beans and rice Singing Chorus: Oh, my my See them girls shake their ass Underneath the sunrise Oh, my my Taste the sugar on their lips Underneath that moonlight Well I've never met the devil with a one-eyed dog You can lead a blind man out of Vietnam Everybody's beggin, everybody wants a chance Stuck in a storm, we'll do a rain dance Chorus I'm taking my chances I'm taking my sins Throwin' 'em down the hill and i'll watch 'em come around again Watched 'em fall, watched 'em rise up to the sky A hundred miles an hour across the river to the other side Chorus |
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from Ryan Bingham - Mescalito (2007)
For what it's worth
A nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone Shaken off the miles been rode Pardon me Through the valley of the shadows Wickedness unravels Some crooked man Dealing cards to an honest man Stealing up all his farming land It's a damn shame His oldest son is starving now There ain't no mule to pull the plow There ain't no rain Cause all the crops are burning dry Except for the tear in his mama's eye In her eye Everything is fine With one touch The water turns to rust Tell me who is there to trust Anymore Your falling fast You're just a rock in glass Running from your shattered past For what it's worth Said a nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone Shaken off the miles been rode Pardon me Through the valley of the shadows Wickedness unravels With one touch Said the water turns to rust Tell me who is there to trust Anymore When your falling fast You're just a rock in glass Running from your shattered past Tell me all you need Is a guitar string and a bended knee A country boy, that's all you need to be Think I'm in tune Always gotta be a fucking train Sometimes I can't recall What's left of me Laughter on my back been peeled on off And the past is always catching up with me But I'm tired of stepping on memories and walking on If you could only see the best in me I wouldn't have to pick the guitar or write you a song But you only be what you can see And I guess the heart don't always come with the soul I think I'll go on and call my mama Tell her I loving you if I ever did ever drove me away It wasn't that I didn't want to stick around Just I couldn't find the courage in the bottom of the bottle to stay Well around my old man cleared up Well then tell him that everything will be okay And even if you can't give up on the drinking Well I guess I couldn't either and I still gonna love you anyways Well I called my sister out in vegas Well and tell her to roll the dice for me And if you help me I'll help you roll you a seven Well I hope you can buy you a pretty house out in la This is the best in me This is the best in me |
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from Crazy Heart [ost] (2010)
I dont know baby where we stand
Wheres the future that we planned..so long ago Baby i dont know And i dont know if your my friend Or a long lost lover coming back again.. where did ya go I dont know *chorus* Think by now i would know better I aint got a lot to show I could write a song or i could write a letter I could write a book about what i dont know Watch my life fallin through the cracks Like a long gone train it aint comin back..where did it go Baby i dont know *chorus* Well my past is pretty rocky and my future aint long Why do i think we stand a chance at all..where does the wind blow Baby i dont know |
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from Crazy Heart [ost] (2010)
Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them seven's with nothing lose And this ain't no place for the weary kind You called all your shots Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop Somehow this don't feel like home anymore And this ain't no place for the weary kind And this ain't no place to lose your mind And this ain't no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try Your body aches Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate The days and the nights all feel the same Whiskey has been a thorn in your side and it doesn't forget the highway that calls for your heart inside And this ain't no place for the weary kind And this ain't no place to lose your mind And this ain't no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try Your lovers won't kiss It's too damn far from your fingertips You are the man that ruined her world Your heart's on the loose You rolled them seven's with nothing lose And this ain't no place for the weary kind |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
And as I get long gone
Out where the wind blows The desert sky, she flies by for miles And as I keep walkin' People keep a-talkin' About things they've never seen or done Homeless sleep in the park Sweet hearts kiss in the dark I myself just move on through town Moon keeps on shinin' And the rich keep on dinin' And, oh, how I love the highway sun And out to the back The poet writes his songs in blood Where the coyotes are callin' Stars keep on fallin' Your mother, she won't be around A feather blows down the road And the wind is cold, your wings are broke And your heart is livin' on the run Lonely and wasted Her eyes replaced it And I don't think I'll make another mile Town to town I run My horse ain't too drunk The wind is singin' to the sun And out to the back The poet writes his songs in blood But the jukebox is barkin' I'm just gettin' started I've yet to see the light of day Senoritas lose it To the Mariachi music 'Cause New York is too far away And the band keeps on playin' With beer bottles breakin' And the barmaid, I heard she pulled the gun Poet takes a pistol Points it at this sister Says, "Honey, your day is done" And out to the back The poet writes his song in blood Out to the back The poet writes his song in blood |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
When your world's of madness
And you're burned at both ends Your walls are closin' in Won't you remember? Open up your heart Let yourself unwind Find peace of mind Among the wandering Step into the unknown Where your path rewinds See if you can find out What you came here for Roll one from the green vine Disregard the time Find your peace of mind Among the wandering Don't fear the vendors Dreams can't be bought As long as you don't sell What you've been fighting for As long as you don't sell What you've been fighting for If your heart's of anger And you're helpless in the end Won't you let your friends Help you remember? With every box of poison There's a ribbon tied Don't believe them eyes When they deceive you Take a look inside If you're so inclined Just leave some time For the wandering Find your peace of mind Among the wandering |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
Well, I'm feelin' strange
In this town Well, I feel deranged As I look around Above and below I hear these sounds With nowhere to go I hit the ground There's a strange feelin' in the air Oppressive minds sit and stare There's a strange feelin' in the air Pointed fingers must beware Tattoos and chains Aren't welcome here They tell me to pray Or I'll go to hell So rattle them bones And cook up that spell Turned into ghost What's that smell? There's a strange feelin' in the air Stealin' minds without a care There's a strange feelin' in the air Telling me I must be scared There's a strange feelin' in the air Whispered lies and knocked wood, glass There's a strange feelin' in the air Pointed fingers must beware Look at my face It's blood and tears A shameless disgrace For your eyes to fear Forget my name I'm a-leavin' here I'll be to blame If I go nowhere There's a strange feelin' in the air Oppressive minds sit and stare There's a strange feelin' in the air Pointed fingers must beware |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm.
I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car. So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast. Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the most. And hell will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I'd say. Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar. Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars. For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand. Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn't understand. And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I found. Where I can lay my head in town. Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change. Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain. So borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side. I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die. But not me, this time. I left the trouble far behind. And he tied his arm off one more time. The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm. |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
If I held my breath in the morning
Would I wake up for a lifetime Lose my job in this depression Well I don’t care cause I got your love In this depression All I need is you In this depression What is there to lose If I held your hand in this town They would lock me up for possession But now there strung out on heroin And weve gone out to California In this depression Breaks my heart in two In this depression All I need is you I could make some friends down at the courthouse Get bailed out and go on welfare Id rather lay down in a pine box Then to sell my heart to a fucking wasteland In this depression Its just me and you In this depression What are we to do In this depression Breaks my heart in two In this depression All I need is you If I held my breath in the morning Would I wake up in a new land Follow you forever Dance all night in this depression In this depression In this depression In this depression In this depression |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
The other day I found myself up on the corner
I thought I run into a friend of mine Ended up that he was just a stranger I said hello as he passed me by But then he turned and put a gun to my head He said, My friend I'm going to rob you blind I said You must be down on your luck I'm out of money and I'm all out of time He pulled the trigger and I fell to my knees My spirit left and then my body went cold I'm looking down upon the lights of the city I feel alive, but I'm dead and gone Ain't no more walking down the side of the road Ain't no more sleeping on the edge of a frown Ain't no more favors from someone I don't know cause there ain't nobody hear me, there ain't nobody around Hallelujah, coming home Hallelujah, he's dead and gone Hallelujah, somethings wrong Hallelujah So tell me now if your singing can bring me Another day with my feet on the ground I miss living and living misses me I miss it so much that im holding me down For all the things that I never could change For all the reasons that I never understood why I feel alone, baby I'm dead and gone, baby There's somethings wrong cause you know I still feel alive My train is rolling down the line And I'm waiting till it to bring me a dream For holding you up in my eyes Oh feel my love, honey From up above, honey Oh don't give up on me cause im coming down I'm not a one nighter I'm not a flat liner I've everything in between the harmony you're singing loud Hallelujah, coming home Hallelujah, it's dead and gone Hallelujah, somethings wrong Hallelujah, it's just a song The other day I found myself up on the corner I thought I run into a friend of mine |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
Well, I shook the hand of a weeping sparrow
And heard the most beautiful tune Laid myself down upon a field of flowers And searched through my dreams to find you And lost all of yesterday's blues And I walked in circles confused and scattered And stumbled around as a fool Lost in the maze of veins in my heart 'Til I woke up unconscious with you And let go of yesterday's blues 'Cause you have a way that lets me breathe And you have a way that sets me free And you have a heart that can see right through The bitterness of my yesterday's blues Down in a city of shelters and shambles I thought I had nothing to lose I took for granted the wise words of strangers And gambled until I was through And lost all of yesterday's blues 'Cause you have a way that sets me free And you have a way that lets me breathe And you have a heart that can see right through The bitterness of my yesterday's blues Well, I shook the hand of the deepest sorrow And waved a goodbye just to lose Laid myself down below the endless towers And searched through my dreams to find you And lost all of yesterday's blues |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
There's just no time for the agenda
The lame and fickle feuds No time for all these bribes that keep A poor man sewin' shoes In a box There's just no time for propaganda Or media filled with hate No time for scripted messages That slither around like snakes In your brain When people all around Are startin' to begin To understand that here and now Is what we're livin' in Yesterday is gone So that a new day can begin And it seems there's been A change of direction In the wind There's just no time for talkin' prejudice Of different colored fellows No time for cruel harassment Of the strippers in stilettos On the boulevard There's just no time for these traditions Tyin' people down to class When everyone's a shade of green That suffers in the grass Of greed When people all around Are startin' to begin To understand that here and now Is what we're livin' in Yesterday is gone So that a new day can begin And it seems there's been A change of direction In the wind There's just no time for the delusion No use for stealin' dreams No time for the intentions When you say let freedom rin' On foreign land There's just no time for the reflection Without recognizin' crimes No time for all the rules that limit Human equal rights To this day When people all around Are startin' to begin To understand that here and now Can be powered by the wind Yesterday is gone So that a new day can begin And it seems there's been A change of direction In the wind No time for all these factories Of guilt and all the glues No time for this supply If this demand can never chose To eat healthy There's just no time for the control Of what we do and what we say No time for all these holy wars With Gods out on display What happened to peace and love? When people all around Are startin' to begin To understand that here and now Is what we're livin' in Yesterday is gone So that a new day can begin And it seems there's been A change of direction In the wind |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
Well, I'm back on that road again
Nothin' slows me down I ain't seen a single smile Since I left your town All these people just keep lookin' 'round Can't look him in the eye LA's like the movies And I'm still wonderin' why I'm holdin' on Lay my head down on the rail Sing my way back home Road signs are hazy and The miles start to unwind But I ain't never lookin' back 'Cause there's nothin' left behind My fingertips are bleedin' They're right down to the bone Can't believe I'm out again On the high lonesome road I'm holdin' on Lay my head down on the rail Sing my way back home The headlights are blindin' and The diesels are on fire Haulin' ass down a mountain pass To the California state line If you could see my bleedin' feet You might hang your head and cry But don't you shed a tear, my dear For I'm comin' home tonight I'm holdin' on Lay my head down on the rail Sing my way back home Lay my head down on the rail Sing my way back home |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
Out along the hardest trail
Set your mind at ease Laid the sun down upon the hill Fell into the sea Left your heart on that hard worn trail Left your family on that hard worn trail Left for dead on that hard worn trail Damned to hell on that hard worn trail Days were lost and remembered when You shed your eyes of fear Awareness of a debt repaid Soon to disappear Bled out till empty on that hard worn trail Crazy in your eyes on that hard worn trail Tossin' and a-turnin' on that hard worn trail Losin' your damn mind on that hard worn trail Passin' sky brings forever miles Somehow closer to you Feelin' age is all unclear Something you can't choose 'Cause mile after mile on that hard worn trail Blood, sweat and trial on that hard worn trail Dancin' in the fire on that hard worn trail Sweatin' out thin demons on that hard worn trail Kickin' and a-screamin' down that hard worn trail Beggin' for some mercy on that hard worn trail Singin' of forgiven on that hard worn trail To be lost in a vision on that hard worn trail 'Cause time was a-tickin' on that hard worn trail Your heart beat a rhythm on that hard worn trail You was a-gettin' down that on that hard worn trail Hard worn trail, hard worn trail, hard worn trail |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
Bettin' on another long shot
'Cause the sure shot's done passed You walk along straight and narrow But you're barefoot in broken glass You sleep a lot where the sunlight Stays locked up in a hole You can't stand to let the light in 'Cause your heart may wanna roam You're tellin' me I've lost it all You're tellin' me I've hit the wall Your eyes melt to the windshield As your soul runs on tired Swervin' on the bad side of luck Waitin' on a sign of sunrise You can't help but wonder How you lost all control I guess you just couldn't keep up With the wild horse that you stole You're tellin' me That I've lost it all You're tellin' me I've hit the wall You set yourself on the back steps And you feel yourself grow old Your gray hair start runnin' back To a place you left so cold Well, put yourself another piece of wood On the fire down below 'Cause you can bet it's gonna be hot When you get to where you gonna go You're tellin' me I've lost it all You're tellin' me I've hit the wall |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
I'm all choked up again
With these two hands and the rage I'm in I think I just killed a man I think it was my old man I hadn't seen him in years and now he's bleedin' tears And his head is in the palm of my hand All choked up again Have you ever met up a little command That couldn't break a pool boy's chin? And here it all is again Went all in I got stuck in a jam That's what you get when you're a gamblin' man That's what you get when you're a gamblin' man Well, every day you seem to dig a little deeper Into nothin' that is left behind Up all night 'til it's early in the mornin' And the whole damn world's on fire I close my eyes and I wanna start runnin' But my legs are broken and tied Everything around me starts spinnin' And I realize I'm buried alive This ain't no place for kids But when you're raised in a bucket of rain You either die or you learn to swim You either die or you learn to swim I just need to see my baby again She took my hand there from where it began Said she would love me with trouble I was in Said she would love me with trouble I was in And every day I seem to dig a little deeper Into nothin' that is left behind Up all night 'til it's early in the mornin' And the whole damn world's on fire I close my eyes and I wanna start runnin' But my legs are broken and tied And everything around me starts spinnin' And I realize I'm buried alive I'm all choked up again With these two hands and the rage I'm in I think I just killed a man |
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from Ryan Bingham - Junky Star (2010)
Your heart's on the loose
You rolled them seven's with nothing lose And this ain't no place for the weary kind You called all your shots Shooting 8 ball at the corner truck stop Somehow this don't feel like home anymore And this ain't no place for the weary kind And this ain't no place to lose your mind And this ain't no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try Your body aches Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate The days and the nights all feel the same Whiskey has been a thorn in your side and it doesn't forget the highway that calls for your heart inside And this ain't no place for the weary kind And this ain't no place to lose your mind And this ain't no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try Your lovers won't kiss It's too damn far from your fingertips You are the man that ruined her world Your heart's on the loose You rolled them seven's with nothing lose And this ain't no place for the weary kind |
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from Hostiles (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) by Max Richter [single, ost] (2018) | |||||
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from Kris Kristofferson - Why Me (Live) [digital single] (2017) | |||||
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from Ghost Brothers Of Darkland County [single, ost] (2013) | |||||
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from Ghost Brothers Of Darkland County [single, ost] (2013) | |||||
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from Ghost Brothers of Darkland County (with Dialog) [single, ost] (2013) | |||||
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from Ghost Brothers of Darkland County (with Dialog) [single, ost] (2013) | |||||
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from Outlaw : Celebrating The Music Of Waylon Jennings [omnibus, live] (2017) | |||||
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from Mavis Staples I'll Take You There : An All-Star Concert Celebration [omnibus, live] (2017) |