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Sweet Corn Shuffle
01:57
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2. |
Gravedigger's Son
05:00
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In that old logging town
Where my heart can still be found
Well I thought I would be the last
To lay you down
Oh but you did up and run
You found yourself a better one
Someone finer than this poor
Gravedigger's son
Well I'm not a handsome man
I can always lend a hand
Be it mine or some poor soul's
Under land
But you threw it all away
And I didn't have the heart to stay
So one dreary winter's night
I drove away
From that old logging town
Where my heart can still be found
Well I thought I would be the last
To lay you down
Oh but you did up and run
You found yourself a better one
Someone finer than this poor
Gravedigger's son
Well I've been known to let things rest
And I surely did my best
To let the ghost of you
Leave my mind
It became too hard to say
And I was haunted night and day
I couldn't shake off the dust
And leave it all behind
In that old logging town
Where my heart can still be found
Well I thought I would be the last
To lay you down
Oh but you did up and run
You found yourself a better one
Someone finer than this poor
Gravedigger's son
Well I roamed from place to place
And everywhere I saw your face
I was reminded of the good times
Way back when
But I finally came to
A place where I couldn't remember you
I picked up my shovel
And started digging again
In that old logging town
Where my heart can still be found
Well I thought I would be the last
To lay you down
Oh but you did up and run
You found yourself a better one
Someone finer than this poor
Gravedigger's son
Someone finer than this poor
Gravedigger's son
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3. |
South of Somewhere
03:20
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Just wanna be loved
Just wanna be loved
'Til the day I die
Just wanna lament
Pay my rent
And curl up and cry
Oh God knows
That I can't do this on my own
Just carry me down
Just carry me down
To the riverside
Let the waters rise
I'll be baptized
And reborn alive
Oh I'll change
But I know I'll stay the same
There ain't a thing
That could make me worthy anyway
Whoa Carolina
Seems mighty fine but
It's far too far away from here
And I know I'm falling
Just short of calling
Myself a better man this year
Well I'm always south of somewhere
Kept telling me why
Kept telling me why
You ain't the one
You met a man
And up and ran
Out to Charleston
And now I see
It wasn't you it was me
And I believe
I'm not the man I thought I'd be
Whoa Carolina
Seems mighty fine but
It's far too far away from here
And I know I'm falling
Just short of calling
Myself a better man this year
Well I'm always south of somewhere
Whoa Carolina
Seems mighty fine but
It's far too far away from here
And I know I'm falling
Just short of calling
Myself a better man this year
Well I'm always south of somewhere
It don't matter where I am
Well I'm always south of somewhere
And I do the best I can
If I take a look and think
That I ain't where I oughta be
I'm always south of somewhere
And that's alright with me
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There's an old black train a-coming
Scrapin' 'long the iron
You don't need no ticket, boys
It'll take you when it's time
Now, come on now, young stranger
Weren't you someone's son
How'd you find this depot
'Cause it ain't where you belong
You will pass a graveyard
Stones worn by the years
The train'll stop a minute
But don't let it leave you here
Well, the coachman is my brother
The engineer's my friend
They'll get you more acquainted
By the time you reach the end
This journey is a long one
It'll take you all around
Life rushing by your windows
Before it lays you down
Now, where this old train's going
You can't come back from
Leave your baggage here
Because we'll need it when you're gone
There's an old black train a-coming
Scrapin' 'long the iron
You don't need no ticket, boys
It'll take you when it's time
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5. |
Saturday Mourning
04:47
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The sun on a Saturday morn
Peeking through the blinds
Peeking through the blinds
And the snow on the window pane
And on the sleeping pine
On the sleeping pine
You've stolen the light
From my eyes
Can't tell if it's real
Or in my mind
It's been a long cold winter
A long hard fall
No it's not what I expected
It's no surprise at all
And the smoke rising from the sea
Dance and laugh with me
Dance and laugh with me
Your touch on the soft warm breeze
Please come back to me
Please come back to me
You've stolen the dark
From my dreams
And everything's not
What it seems
It's been a long cold winter
A long hard fall
No it's not what I expected
It's no surprise at all
It's been a long cold winter
A long hard fall
No it's not what I expected
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It's no surprise at all
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6. |
Gimme a Coin
02:54
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Gimme a coin if you got it
I'll give you a piece of my mind
Can sell it all, hang it on the wall
Of your big ol' pretend mine
Well the good Lord's coming
And he ain't said nothin'
'Bout bringing no dollars and dimes
So gimme a coin if you got it
And if you don't well that's just fine
You see, my Uncle's got a problem
Crooked as a coast oak tree
With fancy stores and offshore wars
And he says it's all for me
Well I'm gettin' sick of his old pal Dick
And their kissin' on the junket tours
You see, my Uncle's got a problem
But I think I found the cure
Well take every dime you make
And put it in the bank
Hoard it 'til you take your final breath
In life they say
There's just a few sure things
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death
Well I'm more skeptical than I oughta be
About tradin' odd commodities
Might be uncouth but it'd be one hell of a feat
So go on shout "Power!" from the tallest steeple
And give it back to the hands of the people
And out of the pockets of these rich fucks on Wall Street
Well take every dime you make
And put it in the bank
Hoard it 'til you take your final breath
Fly into space
But remember these sure things
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death
Well take every dime you make
And put it in the bank
Hoard it 'til you take your final breath
In life they say
There's just a few sure things
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death
Yeah the rich keep gettin' richer
And then there's death
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Well, sincerely
I don't know where things went wrong
But I guess our flame was fading
All Along
When you look me in the eyes
I see through your disguise
And you're gone
Well, I remember
When we were green
And love and lust and all things
In between
In the pictures of that night
Underneath the neon lights
We'd gleam
Shining like the stars above me
Tell me good morning
Tell me good evening
Won't you tell me you love me
Yeah, yeah
Won't you tell me you love me
Yeah, yeah
Well, I waited
For so damn long
For you to say those things to me, even if it
Came out wrong
Maybe we should hit the brakes
And roll back to the days
When the simple things you'd say
Could get the best of me
Tell me good morning
Tell me good evening
Won't you tell me you love me
I just wanna wake up where you are
Can't throw it all away when we got so far
And I'm tired of running
I might be wrong for you
But I'm drawn to you
Well I'm sorry
For the way I am
I forgive you, babe
Please just take my hand
And walk with me tonight
Far from the neon lights
And tell me all about
How you've been thinking of me
Tell me good morning
Tell me good evening
Tell me you love me
Yeah, yeah
Won't you tell me you love me
Yeah, yeah
Won't you tell me you love me
Yeah, yeah
Won't you tell me you love me
Yeah, yeah
Woah oh oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa oh oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
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8. |
Lions' Den
03:13
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Do you take me for a fool
If I'm not ready to leave?
It's who I am, it's who I've always leaned on
A better part of me
I was lost and then found
Then I done got lost again
Now I'm clawing at the walls
And it echoes down the halls
Of this damn, dark lions' den
I'm sorry if I can't relate
Why don't they see
What you've done for the least of my brothers
You have done for me
Boy, they preach a loving word
As they're sharpening their swords
And now they're calling for a wall
And I'm running down the hall
Amidst these rumors of war
And it's okay, I can wait
'Cuz I know these things take time
Though it's runnin' out
I have no doubt
We can get it all in line
The mighty forest will turn to ash
And the mountains to sand
But there ain't nothin' that is harder to change
Than the mind of a man
You done real good at knowing God
My God, you still don't know what's good
And if you close your doors
On refugees and whores
I don't think that you ever could
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9. |
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Ross Thorn Duluth, Minnesota
With a pastoral upbringing in northern Wisconsin, Ross Thorn’s music emanates as a warm and soulful hymn, waking up optimistically beside a snow covered window. His sharply crafted lyrics – distinctly reminiscent to the likes of Jason Isbell – reveal internal struggles of empathy, questions of human character and virtue, and a search for hope – often finding solace in some unanticipated truth. ... more
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