1. |
the son.
03:16
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my dad he’s a millwright
my father was a drunk
my mama worked long overnights
and taught me how to love
my grandma was a drinker
my brother gets spun
put ‘em all together
and you’ve got the son
born in the night time
on a winter day
in a little small town hospital
my mama did great
i came out real quick
with a smile on my face
and hair on top my head
my future looks bright
but i grew up too fast
with a heart full of words
had to put them into songs
so i could feel heard
but small town life
was lookin’ like a drag
so i packed up my words
and took them out into the world
i saw some pretty things
but most times were hard
learnt a lot of lessons
and I got some new scars
made a lot of friends
and i lost a lot more
but the shit that we go through
makes us who we are
i let myself down
more times than one
picked myself up
and found myself some love
headed to down south
and got myself a dog
learned how to garden
and wrote some new songs
but now i'm back up north
and i'm feelin kinda lost
this winters been real mild
but my hearts been full of frost
cold and alone
in the place that i called home
i guess that i'm just destined
to ramble and roam
my dad he’s a millwright
my father was a drunk
my mama worked long overnights
and taught me how to love
my grandma was a drinker
and my brother he gets spun
you put ‘em all together
and you’ve got the son
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2. |
epiphany song.
03:23
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I was frozen, in the heat of mid july
when i had an epiphany
that sent me spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling down
A long dark hallway, glowing red
Like the neural pathways inside of my head
On the sixth floor of the parking ramp where i lit up my last cigarette
I could see
The waves crashing, way out on the lake
I was standing still but crashing the same
I closed my eyes, took one more drag
And when i opened them up i wasn't the same
I was frozen, in the heat of mid july
And i finally knew what i had to do
To make things right
I crushed out the smoke, wiped the tears from my eyes
And for the first time in maybe all of my life
I finally felt like i could control the direction
That i wanted to go
No more late nights and fights and no more pills
If i wanted to be a better version of me
Doing that work was my responsibility
And in the end
It would set me free
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3. |
them woods he so loved.
03:42
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he was born on a cold night by the headwaters
And raised by the woods in which he played
the cedars and the pines were always on his mind
but something still felt wrong about that place
he said i could never be somebody’s daughter
and i don’t even know my name
he cut his hair off in the night
and rode away in the moonlight
looking back never crossed his mind
well the time flew fast and every passing hour
turned into another passing day
as his memories once fresh faded into ash
and floated down the river with his shame
now he’s going by the name of his grandfather
and hoping that nobody knows his face
in any of the towns
where he sings the streets all up and down
hoping to get by another day
for seven years now he’s been a wanderin’
and chasing that thrill of feelin free
but every now and then
a strong northern wind
will come along and knock him off his feet
and with fire on his breath
he’ll close his eyes and weep
for them woods that he so loved but had to leave
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4. |
adrift.
05:40
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I’ve been feeling unmoored
Like a ship in a storm
That's beaten and battered by the sea
But the waves that keep crashing
And thrashing me around
Are only inside of me
And the bridges i’ve burned
they’re still cracklin and smokin
Everytime i look back i start chokin
This city is too small and the buildings are too tall
I wanna go back to Wyomin’
Oh lord
Why can’t i quit roamin’
Home feels like it's only a notion
Oh Lord
Why can’t I feel at ease
Why can’t i flow like the rivers and the breeze
Oh Lord
I don’t wanna feel lonely
Even with somebody to hold me
Now they’ve blown up the cliffs
Where our memories lived
It hurts me to see you like this
And most days I wish
That I never had left
But you’re the one who set me Adrift
Oh lord
Why can’t i quit roamin’
Home feels like it's only a notion
Oh Lord
Why can’t I feel at ease
Why can’t i flow like the rivers and the breeze
Oh Lord
I don’t wanna feel lonely
Even with somebody to hold me
Oh Lord
Why can't i quit roamin’
Home feels like its only
A notion
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5. |
nighthawks.
03:41
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nighthawks are flyin' over my head
it's september and the summer is endin'
soon a chill will be movin' on in
it's two years today since you left
i try to make it all make sense
but time keeps chargin' ahead
leavin' me in the dust and when i finally catch up
them nighthawks are flyin' over again
and the loneliness is aching in my chest
but i ain't seen the worst of it yet
if you were here you'd tell me how hard life can get
and how it's worth the love despite all that
of all the people that i wish could see me now
you're the one that i think the most about
would my dogs make you smile, would my songs make you proud
you still visit me in my dreams every once in a while
but the loneliness is aching in my chest
and i ain't seen the worst of it yet
if you were here you'd tell me how hard life can get
and how it's worth the love despite all that
yeah it's worth the love despite all that
night hawks are flyin' over my head
it's september and the summer is endin'...
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6. |
every word (i sing).
03:56
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I aint got the strongest voice
And i don’t always make good choices
But i swear that i mean every word
I sing
Honestly is all i have
To bring with to the grave
So when i’m finally set free
I know that i will be at peace
And surely i’ve done wrong
I’m a human after all
And the glory in redemption
only comes after the fall
To those who i’ve hurt and to those who i gave all
I aint got room for resentment
All it does is make us small
My gun don’t leave my closet
But if i need it i still got it
The only action my blade sees
Is cuttin’ open bags of feed
But its always on my hip
Like my heart is on my sleeve
I’ll show ya who i am and hope that you won’t leave
I’ll work hard for what i love
And i’ll love who done me right
I try hard not to start ‘em but i’m quick to end a fight
I don't know if im a good person
But i try to do what’s right
And you can join me on this journey if you'd like
I aint got the strongest voice
And i don’t always make good choices
But i swear that i mean every word
I sing
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7. |
53.
02:21
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Find me out on 53 i’m comin back home
Been carrying my misery in a bag uon my shoulders
I miss them big ol’ lilac trees in my parents backyard
And drinkin’ round a fire under a blanket made of stars
Its something bout the small town and country way of life
So find me out on 53 i’ll be home in good time
Learnt my lessons one by one stubborn and alone
I tried to fight and i tried to run but i wound up in a hole
The city left me broke and empty, longing for what i know
So find me out on 53 i’m comin back home
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8. |
i dreamt i was.
03:06
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I dreamt i was on a train that was arkansas bound
Going to see my family in their small arkansas town
The last time i was there i was but a wee child
But the dream felt so damn real i forgot where i was for a while
I dreamt i was flying down a highway wyoming bound
Been just shy of a year since the last time i came around
Stopped to look at the stars we were all laid out on the ground
But i closed my eyes and when the sun did rise i was back in my own town
I dreamt i was ridin northbound on 53
Going to see my parents in the house where i came to be
Everytime im there i can't wait to leave
But as soon as i get away i miss it desperately
I dreamt i was sittin on a front porch, the sun and trees all around
You was there and we had grey hair i’d finally settled down
But when i awoke i was somewhere felt like nowhere at all
Wanderin’ alone in search of a home or some kind of callin’
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