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You broke my heart into pieces on the floor
Now I sit, and I count what I can't count on any more
Well, there's on, that is me
Left here sitting on my own
Number two, it is you
'Cause you left me on my own
Number three, little cracks
Softly running on the floor
Number four, it is cobwebs
You don't come here anymore
Pieces on the floor
here I sit, and I count what I can't count on anymore
Number five, it is pills
Yes, they live above the sink
Number six, loaded gun
I am standing at the brink
Number seven, beads of sweat
Softly running down my brow
Number eight, coffin nail
You won't miss me anyhow
Pieces on the floor
Here I sit, and I count what I can't count on anymore
Number nine, little hairs
Where I used to wear my ring
Number ten, here I go
Hope that I don't feel a thing...
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Just to see you turn your head and smile back at me
Baby, baby, baby, can't you see?
Why you gotta do these things to me?
I'd walk upon the water, I'd part the old Red Sea,
Just to see you turn your head and smile back at me.
Honey, I'm a man, I work late at night
When I get in, I don't wanna fight
Just a little lovin' before we turn out the light,
But you just bite my hand, and roll over on your side.
Baby, baby, baby, can't you see?
Why you gotta do these things to me?
I'd walk upon the water, I'd part the old Red Sea,
Just to see you turn your head and smile back at me
Alright, honey, I can take a hint
I just ain't got the nerve to try again
I'm goin' back to Houston where I should've always been
You just go on back to Hell, and give my best to all your kin.
Baby, baby, baby, can't you see?
Why you gotta do these things to me?
I'd walk upon the water, I'd part the old Red Sea,
Just to see you turn your head and smile back at me.
Baby, baby,baby, can't you see?
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Railway to Hell
02:17
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Well, when I was a bot, on my granddad's knee
He'd say, "Hear me son, listen carefully"
"There's just one thing I gotta explain,
Nobody got to Heaven by ridin' a train."
Bless my soul, praise His name on high
In the end, a man like me can spread his wings and fly
There'll be people at the depot when they ring that bell
Standin' in line for the Railway to Hell
Well, when man made the train, he used cold rolled steel
And the Devil come up to him, said "Let's make a deal"
"I'll put life in your beast, let you use it for free
But in the end, brother, he's a come-a workin' for me"
Bless my soul, praise His name on high
In the end, a man like me can spread his wings and fly
There'll be people at the depot when they ring that bell
Standin' in line for the Railway to Hell
Now the train got a whistle, long and low
She's callin' out to all of them poor lost souls
Sayin' "Come on boy, some folk do
Ignorance is bliss, but it ain't no excuse"
Bless my soul, praise His name on high
In the end, a man like me can spread his wings and fly
There'll be people at the depot when they ring that bell
Standin' in line for the Railway to Hell
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On My Mind
03:50
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I lay here wide awake
On this budget motel floor
Stare up at the ceiling
Listen to my buddy snore
Its been 1600 miles
I should get some sleep, I know
But my eyes are both glazed over
Like two pissholes in the snow
She's on my mind
Always on my mind
Can't close my eyes
Scared of what i might find
In the dead of night
Busted here in Utah
A woman on my mind
So wander through the desert
To find the risin' sun
Cos these visions wont subside
Til the break of day has come
Just a day full of distraction
To put my mind at ease
But her face is on the sky
And her voice is on the breeze
And she's on my mind
Always on my mind
Can't close my eyes
Scared of what i might find
In the dead of night
Busted here in Utah
A woman on my mind
Cigarettes and coffee grounds
Stickin' to my cup
when she creeps up on me I just light another up
I cant keep on livin' like this
These things that cannot be
Oh and how I wish that I could just melt into the sheets
And he's on my mind
Always on my mind
Can't close my eyes
Scared of what i might find
In the dead of night
Busted here in Utah
A woman on my mind
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The Rosebush
02:44
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Well, I stand on the back porch and gaze at the sunset,
notice some clouds at the edge of the sky.
not long ago rain used to fall here,
the last 15 years my fields have been dry.
now there once was a time when i was younger,
I grew desert roses, the best in the land.
When the last rosebud died, I cast down my shovel,
'Cause only a fool tries to plant in the sand.
Now the time passes only, and my crops are only
The soil and the salt and the scorn of this land.
But them rain clouds draw nearer, and my memory grows clearer.
The old caring motions, they return to my hands.
Now the sun it is risin' out on the horizon,
Not one drop has fallen on the fields of my heart.
And out in the distance, the corpse of my rosebush,
Pick up my shovel, and to it I start.
And I strike down upon it, without any mercy,
Tear loose its branches and sever its root.
But just as my spade pierces the heartwood,
I notice the green blood of life on my boot.
Now the time passes slowly, and my crops are only
The soil and the salt, the scorn of this land
The last ray of light, I've gone and quenched it,
And I'm doomed to wear its blood on my hands.
And I'm doomed to wear her blood on my hands.
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The Red Mark
02:54
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Well I turned 18 and I left my home.
I started out for parts unknown.
Got a job and a government loan,
And a red mark on my name.
The years went by, and the slope got slicker.
And the ink from the red pens got a little thicker.
I'd get ahead, but they'd catch up quicker,
To the man with the mark on his name.
Now you cry for change, and you cry to be free.
Cry about some child out in Timbuk Three.
But there ain't nobody cryin' for me,
The man with the mark on his name.
I knew a man with a walkin' stick
He told me, "Son, I don't get sick."
He slipped and fell and he broke his hip,
And now he's got a mark like me.
Now you cry for change, and you cry to be free.
You cry about your fair trade coffee beans.
But there ain't nobody cryin' for me,
The man with the mark on his name.
One day I'll die, and I'll be gone.
They can sell off everything I own.
If it ain't enough to pay the loan,
Well, they'll put a red mark on my grave.
Now you cry for change, and you cry to be free.
You cry to your political celebrities,
But there ain't nobody cryin' for me,
The man with the mark on his name.
You can cry "Justice for one and all,"
You can cry for songs about alcohol.
But there ain't nobody cryin' at all,
for the man with the mark on his name.
I'm the man with the mark on my name.
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If I was to say I loved ya, on my knees here in the street,
If i was to say I missed ya, and you made my life complete
If i was to say with out ya, I'd be walkin' this world blind,
Would you change your mind?
If I stole a Winnebago and took it to the sea,
If I could look deep in your eyes without uncertainty,
If I left a trail of bread crumbs just for you to find,
Would you change your mind?
Would you change your mind?
Would you decide to stay?
Would you change your mind?
Could we find another way?
Don't you know that, for your happiness, I would give my life?
I just wish you'd change your mind.
But what's done is done so hey,
It seems there's no place left to go.
Still I can help wondrin' darlin' if I let you know,
Just how much you meant to me.
Now do you realize?
Can you see it in my eyes?
So I'll just hold your hand til you get up on the plane
Touch your finger to my lips, don't try to explain
Stand here at the terminal gate, when you fade out of sight...
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Shane Dar and his Loose Moral Standards Neenah, Wisconsin
We play original and traditional country music.
Founded in 2010 as a vehicle to
promote and preserve “real” country music.
Drawing influence from the likes of Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Townes Van Zandt, and Roger Miller, our works range from playful to poignant, advancing the genre without losing sight of its tangled roots.
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