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Rooms by The Hour
05:04
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AIn’t never been nowhere I weren’t shipped to with a gun With the hard measured steps of a soldier on the run
I came home from the war just to see what we’d become Said we could leave this tired life. Forget all that we’d done
In rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
They found you face down in an algae-soaked swimming pool Under the cool neon lights of the lucky lady motel
Rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
The mildew-stained concrete. Dusty exam lights
Long stainless bed, tray of doctors knives by your side
He pulled on back the sheets, a somber wicked treat tried on for size Your wrists marked in scars tell the story of your life
In rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
I grab my service rifle. Stare into the breach. Drop a lonesome round, somewhere out of reach
In a room by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
Rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave just like so Just like so
Just like so
Just like so
Just like so
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2. |
Dust to Mud
03:51
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You’ve got flaxen hair that hangs down to your waist Golden skin like a jar of honey laced
With rain from the sky, tears from angels’ eyes
When we laid you down to rest, the only tears were mine
Time was money, but you never gave a figure No matter the number, that moment was bigger The laws of attraction were conceived by man
I think it’s high time that we took a stand
Ashes to ashes and dust to mud
Your tears beat the ground from Heaven above My heart’s a fist and it’s drenched in blood
I’m lucky at cards; not so much with love
Hells bells, I know what sells
I chase cheap whisky with blunt farewells
Feel that cold blue iron weigh heavy on my hip
I walk through that door and put a bottle to my lips
Because time is precious, so take all you can I ain’t what you’d call an honest man
I’ve got a reputation, my name is mud
But it’s from the dirt that flowers bud
Ashes to ashes and dust to mud
Your tears beat the ground from Heaven above My heart’s a fist and it’s drenched in blood
I’m lucky at cards; not so much with love
Life is short, but death is longer
Boys, make my pine box a little stronger
I’ll get restless, laying in the ground
But it’ll take more than dirt to keep this broken man down
Ashes to ashes and dust to mud
Your tears beat the ground from Heaven above My heart’s a fist and it’s drenched in blood
I’m lucky at cards; not so much with love
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3. |
The Forest
03:36
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There’s a fire in your eyes and tinder in my heart When you’re talking about love, that’s how it starts That’s how it starts
But mistakes are like wood and I am the forest
And you swung with your axe; those trees fell in chorus I am the forest
And your teeth were like choir members filing in the pews You opened up your mouth and they sang me the blues When you told me the news
You were engaged to be married, early in the spring I was engaged to be buried when I first saw your ring Early in the spring
I see that undertaker, plant his strange crop Without my East Texas queen, I know I’ll be lost
Mistakes are like wood. I am the forest.
You hung up your axe and those trees grew before us I am the forest
But Lake Charles, Louisiana, that’s where I’ll go When I find a new queen, I’ll sell my devil to her soul My devil to her soul
There’ll be fire in her eyes and tinder in my heart When you’re talking about love, that’s how it starts That’s how it starts
And mistakes are like wood. I am the forest
She’ll strike up a match and those trees will burn in chorus I am the forest
I am the forest
I am the forest
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4. |
The Honey Bee
04:47
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Well the honeybee she buzzes
The honeybee she flies
The honeybee makes something sweet She might just pass you by
If it strikes her fancy
she might land upon your palm As she lays there resting, boys You’d best not do her wrong
The honeybee will sting you She’ll do it just one time
I wronged my Carolina
Now she won’t be mine
I met her in the Spring
I loved her through the Fall Any thoughts of leaving Never crossed my mind at all
Then one day she told me She had another beau
I’d be lying, boys, if I told you I’d ever felt so low
The honeybee she buzzes
The honeybee she flies
The honeybee makes something sweet She might just pass you by
The honeybee will sting you She’ll do it just one time
I wronged my Carolina
Now she won’t be mine
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5. |
Wishful Drinking
03:53
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Going back home is wishful drinking
The lights in this bar are slowly shrinking away
This ship I’m on is surely sinking
In the end there’ll be hell to pay
No inspiration in a silver spoon
Can’t write a song without leaving the room
Words with meaning come from nowhere
Stories of substance come from nowhere too
Around these parts, time doesn’t pass
It layers on itself, settles in the past
I struck out west for a fool’s fortune
How quickly we forget where we come from
How quickly we forget where we come from
Made our acquaintance, I had nothing,
and eveything to lose
In that thick fog of tequila
You were listening to an angel in duct tape shoes
I turned thirty on my deathbed
Just a bag of rattling bones
You were there by my tender side
The greatest love I’ve ever known
Around these parts, time doesn’t pass
It layers on itself, settles in the past
I struck out west for a fool’s fortune
How quickly we forget where we come from
How quickly we forget where we come from
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6. |
Love Just Ain't Enough
04:16
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Steel mill shut down about a week ago I’ve got pockets full of time
Can’t tell my baby I don’t know
How we’re gonna get by
So I pull on my boots, a crooked smile
I tell her I’m running late
Drive down to the docks to wait for the night To take me far away
It’s been a long, lonesome year babe. Lord knows we took it for all it was work But the bills, we can’t afford to pay
Tell me sometimes, love just ain’t enough
We fell in love. You swore by me
We still can’t make ends meet
You used to go to school. You slipped away On a secondhand dream
I leave the house calm and cool Pull up to the corner store
Pull my hat down low, over my eyes Grab the money and go
It’s been a long, lonesome year babe. Lord knows we took it for all it was work But the bills, we can’t afford to pay
Tell me sometimes, love just ain’t enough
Tried to post bail about a week ago
I’ve got pockets full of time
But the jury don’t know and my lawyer don’t care the reason for my crime
It’s been a long, lonesome year babe. Lord knows we took it for all it was work But the bills, we can’t afford to pay
Tell me sometimes, love just ain’t enough
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7. |
Radios in Heaven
03:47
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Ain’t no law against stealing corpses Just so long as you leave the box Release my ashes in the desert
But keep an eye out for the cops
For a minute I thought he had you But it looks like you’re home free That officer of the law
Was encumbered by sobriety
I’ll build me a dancehall
Watch you two-step until the night is through There’ll be a circle on the stage
where you can stand and sing the blues
There’ll be pieces of the sky
A quarter moon in this ten cent town
Dry your tears Emmylou, I’m up in Heaven I’m looking on down
When the radios in Heaven
Play Gram and Emmylou
Turn the lights down in The Opry We’ll dance the whole night through
Sometimes you feel like
A blue kentucky girl
Lay your roses in the snow
I’ll say goodnight to this sweet old world
I’m rolling and rambling
In Heaven to those memories of you As you stumble into grace
Beneath that old yellow moon
When the radios in Heaven
Play Gram and Emmylou
Turn the lights down in The Opry We’ll dance the whole night through
When the radios in Heaven
Play Gram and Emmylou
Turn the lights down in The Opry We’ll dance the whole night through
Turn the lights down in The Opry We’ll dance the whole night through
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8. |
By and By
03:53
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Today’s a good day. So Ive been told
You walked me to school even though I’m too old for that.
You’ll be here until the last
It was a dark, chilly morning
when I heard you were gone
My mouth became a cold dry coffin for my tongue
But you sang hush little baby, by and by I don’t ever want to see you cry
I’ll see you, by and by
Now you’ve been gone for six long years You’d think by now, maybe my tears Might have dried
You left me, by and by
My dear sweet daddy, he’s just a mess
keeps a picture of my mother in her red sundress by his side
by the fire late at night
But you sang hush little baby, by and by I don’t ever want to see you cry
I’ll see you, by and by
I was picking my way through the berries and the briars You wouldn’t be the first to call me a liar about that That’s where I saw her last
you were sitting by a tractor, your skin shone like gold In a flowing white gown with your hands in a fold
On your lap
you smiled, as you sat
You sang hush little baby, by and by I don’t ever want to see you cry
I’ll see you, by and by
We sang hush little baby, by and by I don’t ever want to see you cry
I’ll see you, by and by
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9. |
All We Had To Call Home
05:24
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I live in the corpse of a tiger It’s Civil War Chic
With that Antebellum swagger It rots with the pride
Of an old English manor
The rain falls down in streams It flows through the windows
Of your everlasting dreams Fills my head up with memories Of that silver airstream
In the summers
We lived for the road
It twists, it turns.
It leads us to roam
And that old Airstream Trailer’s All we had to call home
I see your pale skin reflecting the moon I bask in its radiance
And it fills the room
I’d drink a bottle of poison
If it tasted like you
In the summers
We lived for the road
It twists, it turns.
It leads us to roam
And that old Airstream Trailer’s All we had to call home
I sit here and wait
For the road to catch up
It twists. It turns.
Like falling in love
It twists and it turns just like love
In the summers
We lived for the road
It twists, it turns.
It leads us to roam
And that old Airstream Trailer’s All we had to call home
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