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Come Around
04:37
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Follow a dream and life ain't what it seems
it's hard to believe that you can't know it all
when life is a stage and we're all living plays
where will you be when the curtain falls?
When you're tired of living life on the line
come and take a walk with me
when you can't pretend that everything is fine
you'll make it
[Chorus]
Hey, follow me down; the river sits just outside of town
if you're looking for things that you haven't found
hey, follow me down; not everything lies on solid ground
and maybe you'll find if you come around it'll come around
When life is a thrill but all against your will
a moment to breathe can help to ease those blues
one minute you're fine, the next you're doing time
paying the fees on someone else's dues
And in the evening when the lamps are burning high
and the oil's running low
just call my name and take a walk outside
you'll make it
[Chorus]
Hey, follow me down; the river sits just outside of town
if you're looking for things that you haven't found
hey, follow me down; not everything lies on solid ground
and maybe you'll find if you come around it'll come around
Don't waste your time working so hard for your survival
[Chorus]
Hey, follow me down; the river sits just outside of town
if you're looking for things that you haven't found
hey, follow me down; not everything lies on solid ground
and maybe you'll find if you come around it'll come around
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2. |
If You Could See Me Now
03:39
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If you could see me now would you tell me that you love me?
Would you bless the sky above me and the ground beneath my feet
just to tell me the world you missed me in your broken words so sweet
or let my heart to linger in some hole in the deep?
If you could see me now would you cry a little ocean
shedding tears of your devotion to the bottom of your cheeks
where growing pains like morning rains will lie upon your peaks
and look out onto these waters where this heart of mine will sleep?
It's been too long now for our love to cast a shadow;
growing old, without a doubt you know its hard to even say
if these finger painting promises'll carry me away
off into your loving arms or just some jealous sea to stay.
If you could see me now would you stop the world to love me?
Would you press yourself upon me just to make you feel complete
and tell the world you kissed me in your broken words so sweet
or let my heart to linger in some hole in the deep?
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3. |
Early Morning Kisser
04:30
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Early morning kisser, she's singing like the robins in my dawn
On my neck at every word, the early bird to get the worm will soon be gone
when the silence on her wings flutters down in pretty pictures on my lawn
Sing on and on and on
like the dew fell in the morning, she'll drift without a warning and be gone
see the daylight break when every breath I hope to take will linger on
She's a lover like a cigarette, a fix enough to get me through the day
well, in panoramic scenes of city lights and broken dreams, yeah, she's the rain
come to cool down my july, though my shirt might be dry these humble arms will never be the same
Sing on and on and on
like the dew fell in the morning, she'll drift without a warning and be gone
see the daylight break when every breath I hope to take will linger on
Well, she'll shiver in the window until the sunlight lays like diamonds on her face
shadows line across her skin to map the places that we've been and since replaced
by broken hearted covers always lost to novel lovers but why let this supple body go to waste?
Sing on and on and on
like the dew fell in the morning, she'll drift without a warning and be gone
see the daylight break when every breath I hope to take will linger on
Early morning kisser, she's singing like the robins in my dawn
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4. |
Here's To You
04:26
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When the rose pedal rips on your fingertips fade away
when the glimmering scenes of aquamarine turn to grey
here's to you and all the things that you do.
Let it go wild you sumptuous child, that's the way
you've waited for years, let the Taitenger tears dissipate
here's to you and all you've been through that's just rolling around in your head
all the rage in those leather bound cages that hold you in stead
one more drink and i'm headed to bed
You cast around themes of silver spoon dreams, that's the way
and wait for a sign so your glamour can shine, that's the way
here's to you and all you've been through that's just rolling around in your head
read it all on your paperback faces guess I'm whose mislead
this time i saw myself clearer, with every line
here's to you and I'm doing just fine
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5. |
Shule Agra
01:17
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Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me crying my fill?
All my tears have turned a 'mil
Johnny's gone for a soldier
I sold my flax and I sold me meal
to buy my love a sword steel
that it in battle he may wield
Johnny's gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule agra
time can only heal my woe
since the lad from my heart did go
Johnny's gone for a soldier
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In My Dying Place
03:31
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No shadows on my face; the whispering sun's so high
no sun could never rest my weary eyes
'cause in my dying place that tore the green earth dry
the buzzard bells are ringing in my skies.
I heard December's song and sang with every breath;
I stoked my fiery lungs 'til none was left
but now my hearth is gone with ash in long supply
just empty out my embers as I die
but when i'm gone, don't you miss me when I reach that pearly gate
just lay me down in my burying ground before I reach my fate
Cause I'm my dying place, 'tis better in July then all the days of winter passed me by
Now, if I were a farmer I'd bid my cattle roam
and graze the ivory fields my winter'd sewn
And if I were an oil man i'd let my tankers cry
until the smokestacks warm my innards dry
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7. |
A Place Over Yonder
04:48
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There is a place over yonder where we might wander at last
where fields of green and lilac trees have blossomed in the past
There is no burden or woe to cast our skies to grey
I've found a place over yonder and there I'm headed to stay
The courtyard blisters like springtime in rare and verdant bloom
and florals kiss every season in an aromatic plume
no autumn leaves ever wither, no winter frigid or fray
I've found this place over yonder, and there I'm headed to stay
My body was a temple, my heart it was a shrine
where these priests have since forgotten this congregation line
their words like dust in the window and gather on every pew
until my days over yonder when this body is through
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I can hear his fields a turning angel dust to tumbleweed
burying nickels in the backyard while he's digging for the dream
little girls upon the mountain lighting fire on the stream and
suffocating in the moonlight while his fingers start to bleed
They said "Oh, my brother! Cast no blame. Wait on judgement day."
Now dirty crows and politicians singing down in Union Square
Slinging rhymes about south land, knew a few but not from where
when there turned a congregation Gideon's bell became to chime
and those wings began a thumping to his hammer beating time
They said "Oh, my brother! Cast no blame. Wait on judgement day."
When Reverend Martin kicked the table with fire on his breath
and we passed another bottle till we ain't seen nothing left
well, I called to my Hosannah in the good old fashioned way
but he was shooting down the river while his people ran astray
They said "Oh, my brother! Cast no blame. Wait on judgement day."
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The Nick Horner Family Knoxville, Tennessee
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