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Way Out West
03:42
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Way out West with my honey
I got all these bags
Filled up with money and I'm
Weighed down look at me honey
I got all my baggage packed
My mind went out the door
When she done let me in
We came from the same town
Now I wanna go home
Way out West with my honey
I got all these bags
Filled up with money and I'm
Weighed down look at me honey
I got all my baggage packed
In Kansas '58
They made a brand new state
They went way down weighed down
To get what's gleaming underground
And then the fighting came in time
Then the flooding and the fire
But it's changed now made out
They drove a spike into the ground
Way out West with my honey
I got all these bags
Filled up with money and I'm
Weighed down look at me honey
I got all my baggage packed
Her mind went out the door
To leave her next of kin
She escaped now westbound
She don't wanna go home
And now I wanna go home
Now I wanna go home
But she don't wanna go home
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2. |
Mineral King
04:10
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I got a friend named Mineral King
She falls asleep when she sings
She hides deep in the tall trees, under autumn leaves
She wants to sell all her mineral things
To mine gold, see what it brings
See her face in the movies, the silver screen
When you're down
And you're out
She's got the whole thing figured out
The world's not burning
It's just us we're worried about
The world's not burning
It's just us we're worried about
When you drive down to Mineral King
It's like you step into a time machine
Where you find Walt Disney, and his fantasies
When you're starin' at Mineral King
It's like you look into a slot machine
You see berries, bars, and fast cars, and think you'll win
When you're down
And you're out
She's got the whole thing figured out
The world's not burning
It's just us we're worried about
The world's not burning
It's just us we're worried about
When you're down
And you're out
She's got the whole thing figured out
The world's not burning
It's just us we're worried about
The world's not burning
It's just us we're worried about
The world's not burning
It's just us we're worried about
The last I saw Mineral King
She turned to stone, she lost her skin
Nothing keepin' her from freezing in the autumn breeze
I got a friend named Mineral King
She falls asleep when she sings
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3. |
Better
02:44
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Maybe I'm better than them than I used to be
They may be better than me, but who's asking?
Maybe I'm better than them when you add it all up
But who knows how much it even adds to?
I don't suppose I'll ever know
We're all God's faces I never knew
Maybe I'm better at this than I used to be
I had two drinks and now I can see the future
Maybe I'm better at this than I think so
You tell me there's nothing I got to fear from
I don't suppose I'll ever know
And we're all God's faces I never knew
Maybe I'm better at us than I used to be
I feared so long and so hard that I could not
Maybe I'm better at us than you think so
I know you can't trust a man but I feel so strong
I don't suppose I'll ever know
And we're all God's faces I...
I never know
I never know
I may be no better no worse than I could be
Maybe that's better than anything less
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4. |
Floyd Hill
03:50
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Oh, when you're living at home
You never grow up, but you still gettin' older
I see, a nice place to be
But you can't get up, and you can't get free
Either you're home, and it's holding you back
Or you're gone, and you're not goin' back
Send me home
Take me home to...
Floyd Hill got me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in a gold mine
Floyd Hill gave me tears I'm so high
In the Rocky Mountain sunshine
Oh, when you travel and roam
You walk into my dreams wearing nothing but sneakers
My dreams, a nice place to be
But you can't get up, and you can't get free
Either you're home, and it's holding you back
Or you're gone, and you keep coming back
Send me home
Send me home to...
Floyd Hill got me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in a gold mine
Floyd Hill gave me tears I'm so high
In the Rocky Mountain sunshine
Sometimes when you livin' you're holding
If you bottle it up, then it won't let you go
It might be a nice place to be
But you can't get up, and you can't get free
Either you're home, and it's all on your back
Or you're gone, and you never adapt
Send me home
Send me home
Floyd Hill got me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in a gold mine
Floyd Hill gave me tears I'm so high
In the Rocky Mountain sunshine
Yeah Floyd Hill
Ah honey, Floyd Hill
Got me tears I'm so high
Yeah Floyd Hill sent me tumblin' down
Stuck me right in the eye
Sent me right in the sky
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5. |
Middleman
02:49
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I run twice
And she's closing
She's closing up her eyes
Head high
She knows who'll live
And who is gonna die
She's Lord
Above
There's a middleman in here
I run hot
But she holds me
I feel like giving up
She's gold
And she's holy
And no one knows her mind
But oh Lord
I fear
There's a middleman in here
And I'm high
But I'm low down
As simple as they come
What I
Got to show now
That I can find the time
Chase him
That satan
There's a middleman in here
Come on back to meet him
Come on home
He's always there to meet you
Always where you are
Come on back to meet him
Come on home
He's always there to meet you
He's always where you are
And it's time
He's holding
All of us to fire
What I
I won't do
Is give him what is mine
One more
Barre chord
For the middleman to hear
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6. |
Second Mountain
03:53
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Will I ever live for someone else, or
Will I climb the second mountain, by myself
By myself
Will I ever die and people find me
Will I go quiet surrounded, by myself
By myself
Mother came without me
And lay my body down
Will I be your burden
Or jewels within your crown
I could live
Holding you
Will I ever know my children crying
Will I be there to hold them, by myself
By myself
Will I ever know my brother's pain
Will I sit with him and hear it, by myself
By myself
Mother came without me
And lay my body down
Will I be your burden
Or jewels within your crown
I could live
Holding you
Will I ever be my father's son
Will I fall from the family tree, by myself
By myself
Will I ever reach the highest peak, or
Will I stay here in the clouds, by myself
By myself
Mother came without me
And lay my body down
Will I be your burden
Or jewels within your crown
I could live
Holding you
I could live
Holding you
I could live
Holding you
Will I ever live for someone else, or
Will I climb
By myself
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7. |
Faithful Man
03:19
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Who's that strange woman in my house
She's gone naked, her skin slipped out
I won't share mom, I won't have thoughts
Of these angels, who're in and out
And I know what I've done
And I know what I am
I've seen stranger things
Than two being strangers
I'll be faithful, be a faithful man
There's no heart in walking alone this land
So be faithful, be a faithful man
What's that shame that I won't forget
Oh that's me when I was a kid
I won't sin god I won't have thoughts
I'll be perfect in and out
And I know what I've done
And I know what I am
I've seen stranger things
Than two being strangers
I'll be faithful, be a faithful man
There's no heart in walking alone this land
So be faithful, be a faithful man
Have I broken all I have
Gimme faith now, and I can be your man
Cuz I can be honest with what I am, and
I can be faithful
I can be your man
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8. |
To My Knees
02:50
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Come on and just half leave me
But be in the line of my gaze
I knew that the words would come true
If I said them over and over again
And I knew right from wrong
But I never knew you from me
And I saw what we'd wrought
Cowardly rising from bed
So I'm on my own, yeah
Grow my hair to my knees
To build a home with you
I would go to my knees
But I wouldn't write
My own Valentine for you
Come on in, I'm just half asleep
But be in the lines of my brain
I knew that the dreams would come true
If I had them over and over again
And I knew fact from fiction
But I never knew what was real
And I saw what I'd wrought
Cowardly rising from bed
So I'm on my own, yeah
Grow my hair to my knees
To build a home with you
I would go to my knees
But I wouldn't write
My own Valentine for you
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9. |
Captain John
03:43
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In an aero-plane a man was seen
Holding his banjo by a string
I'll send by bird a greeting word
To thank him for singing
But a group of men gather round
And they all decide to shoot him down
And a group of men gather round
And they all decide to shoot him down
But the aeroplane captain gripped
Tightly to his reins
He's holding on his steam engine
Still pickin' while he sinks
He doesn't pay them no mind
He just listens to the voice inside
He doesn't pay them no mind
Just listens to the voice inside
Oh Captain John, are you still holding on
Oh Captain John, are you still smoking one
Oh Captain John, are there heads up there in heaven
Yeah Captain John, you still holding
The men had came with autumn rain
And offered John the same
To build his things as he saw fit
And make him stinking rich
But his vision took a turnaround
And it almost went an' took him down
His vision took a turnaround
And it almost went an' took him down
But our man John he wasn't done
A trick up on his sleeve
He built upon a foundation
So solid it wouldn't creak
And when the men came around
He hopped inside his ship and bound
And when the men came around
He hopped inside his ship and bound
Oh Captain John, are you still holding on
Oh Captain John, are you still smoking one
Oh Captain John, are there heads up there in heaven
Yeah Captain John, you still holding
Oh Captain John, are you still holding on
Oh Captain John, are you still smoking one
Oh Captain John, are there heads up there in heaven
Yeah Captain John, you still holding
But a group of men gather round
And they all decide to shoot him down
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10. |
Sunday
04:26
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Tell me the story 'bout your mothers hair
How she burns and she burns till there's nothin' there
You hand me a book you say its all in here
How the years move on, and we'll never change
Her old girls left
Her new ones stayed
But they sure don't make it easy on a Sunday
Her old girls left
Her new ones stayed
But they sure don't make it easy on a Sunday
Your sisters still on her parents cell plan
She's got twins and a house and a husband
You're living month to month in a mansion
Till the old Chinese man needs his pension
Your old girl left
Your new one stayed
But she left when she was lonely on a Sunday
Your old girl left
Your new one stayed
But she left when she was lonely on a Sunday
And why are we here alone
And why can you heal my bones
Don't stick your head in the internet
Cuz if you stick it too deep won't come out again
I can't fall asleep when I'm home now
So I watch all your videos you've grown up
Your old girl left
But you see her face
Cuz all you do is scroll up on a Sunday
Your old girl left
But you see her face
Cuz all you do is scroll up on a Sunday
And why are we here alone
And why can you heal my bones
I'm coming home on Christmas
Can you live with that
I missed your summer birthday, and
I can't forget
If you stay another year at the pot shop
Your wall will be so high
I won't be climbing up
You're stuck in fear
It holds you near
I wish that we could kick it on a Sunday
I wish that we could kick it on a Sunday
I wish we were all together on a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
I wish we were all together on a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
I wish we were all together on a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
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Shulman Smith Los Angeles, California
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