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Little Death
02:13
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LITTLE DEATH
Looking back, it comes as no surprise
I took you for a joker in a competent disguise
Should have known that the circus would come to town
That little death you die when someone lets you down
That little death you die when someone lets you down
You’re faced with their true colors and see the markings of a clown
You hold them to your standards, they release them to the hounds
That little death you die when someone lets you down
Looking back, what gave you the right
To see them barely breathing and you’re asking for a light
Should have known that you burn it to the ground
That little death you die when someone lets you down
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Done Wonders
02:36
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DONE WONDERS
If I knew you were drowning I would have jumped in
But the sun can be blinding and I know you can swim
There's been days that I’ve missed, you more than I wanted someone else
Leaving you was painful, but it's done wonders for my health
If I heard you were falling, I would have asked where
So my camera could capture you embracing the air
There's been moments I've missed out, that counted on me plus someone else
Leaving you was painful, but it's done wonders for my health
I'm built for comfort, you're built for speed
We're everything we want but nothing that we need
There's been hours I've wasted, thinking they longed for someone else
Leaving you was painful, but it's done wonders for my health
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Sam McGee
03:46
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SAM MCGEE
So I left my home ‘round the poles to roam in the spring of ninety-eight
For a fortune veiled in the ice and hail that would surely seal my fate
Sure the Yukon’s cold, but they spoke of gold just buried ‘neath the snow
How I thought I’d last in its frozen grasp I admit I’ll never know
How I long to be back in old Plumtree where in winters fires burned bright
How I’d give my name for a single flame to fan this Christmas night
I despise the cold but I relish gold and they both have done me in
But dear Cap you see, if you heed my plea, we won’t let the Yukon win
Close the door, you’ve been warned
Tonight’s the first night since Tennessee that I have ever been warm
Close the door, close it tight
For as sure as my name is Sam McGee I’m going to be warm tonight
To indebt a man to another’s plan is a selfish thing indeed
But a man condemned will enlist a friend if it serves a final need
With the reaper near, it’ not death I fear, but an icy grave to lay
You must find some flame to ignite this frame and you’ll finally hear me say
Close the door, you’ve been warned
Tonight’s the first night since Tennessee that I have ever been warm
Close the door, close it tight
For as sure as my name is Sam McGee I’m going to be warm tonight
On Dawson’s trail it’s forth or fail, and I know I’ll weigh you down
My appeal is cruel, that you find some fuel, on these glaciated grounds
It’s my last request and I must confess it does sound a little grim
But when you find that pyre that can house my fire, light a match and stuff me in!
Close the door, you’ve been warned
Tonight’s the first night since Tennessee that I have ever been warm
Close the door, close it tight
For as sure as my name is Sam McGee I’m going to be warm tonight
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Good Gracious Alive
03:05
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GOOD GRACIOUS ALIVE
Good gracious alive, well whaddya know
Let’s blow this pop stand, cause mares eat oats
Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle, if you make like a tree and leave
I love it when you talk old time to me
Don’t touch that dial, just hold the phone
When the cat’s away, or when in Rome
Quit horsing around, not my cup of tea
I love it when you talk old time to me
Some girls live for sweet nothings, but I melt when you say
I’d gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today
Well son of a gun, the gang’s all here
I’ll give you the shirt off my back, if you lend me an ear
I’m over the moon, my dance card is free
I love it when you talk old time to me
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WEST OF WEST AND EAST OF TOKIO (for James Hand)
If your heart can stand the world's loneliest man
He'll be where the rails no longer roll
By himself, by the store that they tried to shut down before
Where the tracks once traced old Railroad Road
West of West and East of Tokio
If you're done with his heart, every worn and weary part
Won't you send it back by parcel post
Address it to the man who's drowning on dry land
Where the tracks once traced old Railroad Road
West of West and East of Tokio
If your heart can stand the world's emptiest Hand
It waits for your mail by parcel post
Be it Slim, there's a chance he will find a new romance
Where the tracks once traced old Railroad Road
West of West and East of Tokio
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Dixon Ticonderoga
03:00
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DIXON TICONDEROGA
Take a letter, take a note, write it down
‘Cause I’m leaving, headed straight outta town
Will I come back? It’s hard to tell, let me think
Don’t write it down in permanent ink
Use a Dixon Ticonderoga
Get a Dixon Ticonderoga
Use a Dixon Ticonderoga so I can change my mind
Will I miss you? I don’t know, it’s hard to say
But I promise to think of you every day
You can write me anytime you feel alone
But for goodness sake don’t pick up your phone
Pick up a Dixon Ticonderoga
Get a Dixon Ticonderoga
Use a Dixon Ticonderoga like the man who would be mine
Do I love you? Well, I know you know I do
And I’ll write you just to prove that I’ll be true
But don’t quote me if one day that’s not the case
I’ll write it down so I can erase
With a Dixon Ticonderoga
Get a Dixon Ticonderoga
Use a Dixon Ticonderoga so I can change my mind
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Adobe
02:33
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ADOBE
Somewhere out West beneath the stars, impassively it stands
A domed abode, its shadow casting moons on desert sands
One day, at home, within its walls we’ll linger peacefully
I’ll ado-you, you’ll ado-me, and then we’ll adobe
Impassively, it stands somewhere out west beneath the stars
A domed abode, it’s shadow casting moons on passing cars
We’ll wander wide and when we tire it’s waiting patiently
To ado-you, and ado-me and then we’ll adobe
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8. |
Alan Brown
03:19
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ALAN BROWN
When you’re out in Colorado where the sun will shine so bright
May you come across a Cowboy on his trusty motorbike
He’s a gentleman incarnate, never one to sport a frown
Here’s hoping you cross paths with Alan Brown
Alan Brown, Alan Brown…
Here’s hoping you’ll cross paths with Alan Brown
He’s as clever as he’s kind, leathered hands and chiseled mind
Here’s hoping you’ll cross paths with Alan Brown
When you’re raging on a river or upon the trails you ride
May this mustachioed cowboy spend a moment as your guide
You’ll know they have a dancehall if he’s staying in this town
Here’s hoping you’ll cross paths with Alan Brown
Alan Brown, Alan Brown…
Here’s hoping you’ll cross paths with Alan Brown
He’s as clever as he’s kind, leathered hands and chiseled mind
Here’s hoping you’ll cross paths with Alan Brown
He’s that certain type of gentleman you’d be hard pressed to find
All the ladies want to dance with him and all their dates don’t mind
If you miss a chance to meet him you might never live it down
Here’s hoping you’ll cross paths with Alan Brown
Alan Brown, Alan Brown…
Here’s hoping you’ll cross paths with Alan Brown
He’s as kind as he is clever, chiseled mind and hands of leather
Here’s hoping you cross paths with Alan Brown
Here’s hoping you cross paths with Alan Brown
That man’s men among men, that Alan Brown
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MUDDY WATER
Without you, my coffee’s just muddy water
The rain’s just wet, the clouds won’t get
There’s nothing but snow on the TV set
I just can’t shake myself awake and do what I oughta
Without you, my coffee’s just muddy water
I’m not opposed to rooster crows to get me up at dawn
But sleeping in just seems to win whenever you are gone
The bread won’t toast, the eggs won’t poach and I’m more than lonely
The bed stays cold until it holds my one and only
Without you, my coffee’s just muddy water
The rain’s just wet, the clouds won’t get
There’s nothing but snow on the TV set
I just can’t shake myself awake and do what I oughta
Without you, my coffee’s just muddy water
In the dark of night I do alright, but morning’s won’t abide
The whole routine’s in smithereens without you by my side
The milk just spills, the mail’s all bills and I’m tired of waiting
Until you roam your way back home I’m hibernating
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Oo-De-Lally
02:21
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I Meant To Tell You
02:33
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I MEANT TO TELL YOU
I meant to tell you that I’m having a lovely time
But I’m a little bit unhooked, and every time I’ve looked
Someone’s gone and filled my wine
I meant to tell you that this evening’s been a thrill
But I feel a subtle spin from this charming room we’re in
And I’m just trying to keep still
I truly hope you’ve noticed, I’m in heaven by your side
But this little lady’s looped, this Sharon’s stoned, this Betty’s booped
I couldn’t thank you if I tried
Oh I meant to tell you that it’s been a perfect night
But I’m a little bit unstable so wait until I’m able
And I’ll thank you good and right
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Bourboning
03:07
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BOURBONING
Day is done, work is through
Not much left, not much left for minds to do
Don’t take me out, out on any scene
Just take me to, take me to some bourboning
A quiet dive that’s dimly light
A heavy pour, nice stool to sit
No TV sets, no slot machines
Just quiet folk, you and me and bourboning
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