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The Iron Horse North
05:01
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Well he just killed a man, he’s traveling on a train to get away
He don’t need a plan, keep rolling north on guard both night and day
Three months in Mexico, dust smoke and holes in his jeans
Across the Rio, lie streets of gold and the woman of his dreams
Through the desert, traveling by moonlight heading north
Holding 10 kilos, he knows exactly what he’s worth
He’s got a number, tucked away inside his tattered shoes
There’s no turning back, hope is all he’s got left to lose.
That iron horse ain't free to ride
The beast don’t care about pride
In Los Angeles, he met the devil face to face again
Well you got options, play the game or prepare to meet your end
Here’s a 44, there’s the door, do the deed and you’ll live another day
So he let’em fly, at least two men died, and he was out the door running on his way
That iron horse ain't free to ride
The beast don’t care about pride
There were days he could remember, that weren't like this
His cerveza on the patio and a woman giving him a kiss
Each day he worked hard but at least he had his pride
And his home was his own, though could never say goodbye
Now it’s on to Phoenix, in a luggage rack with the help of a moonless sky
But he hears voices, as the bus stops and he knows exactly why
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2. |
Down to the Hollow
04:30
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I gotta hitch a ride to Pittsburg, so I can meet up with my Gypsy Queen
Float that riverboat down the Mighty Mississippi to the banks of New Orleans
Head on to the Bayou, where the water is the land
Rendezvous with that Voodoo lady gonna take me by the hand
The Cajun fiddle’s playin’ “Mon Chapeau”
Come on and dance to the rhythm of the zydeco
Laissez les bon temps rouler, mama
They’ll keep the fiddle playing ‘till the early dawn
Hey-ey, Hey-ey
Hey-ey, that’s where I wanna stay
Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, the only place I wanna go
Down to the hollow
Set out on the back porch, drinkin chicory in the shade
With a rockin chair and a tricone Gibson singing songs for the dog days
‘Neath the tupelo and cypress, we can shout “Marie Laveau”
But in a few more hours when the sun goes down, there’s a place we’ll want to go
Laissez les bon temps rouler, mama
They keep the fiddle playing ‘till the early dawn
Got the Joie de Vivre and the Fae Do-do
Come on and dance to the rhythm of the zydeco
Hey-ey, Hey-ey
Hey-ey, that’s where I wanna stay
Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, the only place I wanna go
Down to the hollow
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3. |
Glissade
04:41
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I see the willow tree, I hear the whippoorwill
I feel the sunlight shining on my window sill
And when I think about you now, I know I’m gonna feel, home
Its the feeling of the songs that sing, its the lightness of the memory
It’s the whisper that the river speaks, rolling o’er eternity
When the morning lingers longer, you hope it’ll never be, done
The falling leaves are blowing by
Dreaming of the summer sky
To keep me on my way
Its alright, I got another song ‘gonna take me through the night
I feel the autumn snow, I feel the cold breeze blow
I see the wood smoke rising from my cabin home
With every day the light gets lower, I try to let it all, go
The colors faded all to white
Gonna celebrate the winter right
On that enigmatic ride
Every day, brings with it another glorious glissade
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4. |
Let It Rain
04:29
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As the rain poured down on the tin roof above
That feeling started to set in
Walking out the door to feel the water running over
For a moment it felt like I was home
Those raindrops felt like the tears of the angels
Laughing from having too much fun
It was a strange thing to hope for dark and stormy weather
But that sunshine it seemed so much worse
Longing for that moment to stare at the walls
To be deafened by the heavens wide open
A slow cup of coffee under a tap dance show
And for some time no sweat on my brow.
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
The smoke rose up and the ashes fell down
Like black snow hiding in the dark
In the distance you hear, the sound of sugar crackling
And the fires of hell marching on.
There’s no use in lying down, with silence there is no sleep
Cause there’s nothing to drown out the voice
While a living is burned away and a plate remains empty
All one can hope for is a little noise
Longing for that moment when the stars disappear
And the quiet night is lost with a bang
Hell's fury will wait, and the work will be done
but all I care about is that I can finally sleep
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
It’s an odd thing when the clouds are lifted with a storm
And thunder is the sound that brings peace
A downpour can drown the world but wash you up on heaven’s shores
For a moment until you drift back to sea
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5. |
Oh What a Thing
04:50
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Oh what a thing
To be, swept across the mountains,
To be, swallowed in the canyons,
To be, feasting on the dinner of a king
And oh what a thing
To be, carried on the water,
To be, fed of air and laughter,
To be, singing in the smiles that you bring
But when it’s all said and done, Can I be sure that you’re the one
Will you take me where I want to go, Oh please tell me ‘cause I need to know
Oh what a sight
To have seen the sky of darkness
To have breathed the air of brightness
To have whistled in the shadow of the night
And oh what a pain
To have lent my heart to sadness
To be overcome with madness
To have escaped the good and badness of your game
But when it’s all said and done, Can I be sure that you’re the one
Will you take me where I want to go, Oh please tell me ‘cause I need to know
Things are lookin up again and I know you’re feeling down, It always seems to take so long for the tide to turn around
Thoughts of anything but you are nowhere to be found, Take my hand we’ll reach for higher ground
Oh what a thing
to have held the hand of sorrow
to be waiting for tomorrow
to receive the heart you borrowed for your game
And oh what a thing
To have climbed that distant mountain
To have drunken from the fountain
To have seen behind the curtain of your name
But when it’s all said and done, Can I be sure that you’re the one
Will you take me where I want to go, Oh please tell me ‘cause I need to know
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6. |
Out of Memphis
04:01
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Sitting by the Mississippi, watch the water roll by
Rusted old steel cutting through the sky
Gonna hop on some boat, so I can save my life
It’s a blues filled town, with martyrs all around
But music makes an offer hard to turn down
It hurts like hell, but I sure do love the sound
But there’s a road leading somewhere else
Get away from Beale so you can save yourself
Folks will want you to stay, don’t get in their way
This life can’t sit on no shelf
Get on the river, get on the road
By the river or the road, it don’t matter, just go
By the river or the road, it don’t matter, just go
Well a friend had fallen and the rest came calling
By Sunday I was on my way
Death and goodbyes, can be one in the same.
It was the 4th of July when I would last pass by
This time I was traveling west
Got to find a new life, I know it’s not in Memphis
But there’s a road leading somewhere else
Get away from Beale so you can save yourself
Folks will want you to stay, don’t get in their way
This life can’t sit on no shelf
Get on the river, get on the road
By the river or the road, it don’t matter, just go
By the river or the road, it don’t matter, just go
Sitting by the Mississippi, watch the water roll by
Rusted old steel cutting through the sky
Gonna hop on some boat, so I can save my life.
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7. |
Passing
03:58
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Time is ticking. You can hear the hands making their demands, making you a man, breaking all your plans.
Wheels are turning. Creaking round and round, with their awful sound, over rocky ground, hoping to be found.
Turn off the lights and close your eyes. Catch the silence by surprise.
Another night behind the noise
Screaming without having a voice
Holding the stick to the carrot
But say don’t have a choice
River is flowing. Water rolling by, fighting with the sky, as the ocean sighs, mirrors lovers’ eyes.
Heart is beating. Pounding louder now, makes you wonder how, with a furrowed brow, no one else allowed.
Turn off the lights and close your eyes. Catch the silence by surprise.
Another night behind the noise
Screaming without having a voice
Holding the stick to the carrot
But say don’t have a choice
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The Stick Mob Washington, D.C.
We're a folk-ameri-something-grass-n-stuff quintet from the hillbilly wilds of the nation's capital.
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