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Ruby, Don't Go
03:04
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"Ruby, Don't Go"
by Andrew Delaney
You got that that tattoo on your back
And another down your arm
And a few you keep hidden
Like you're savin' em for someone
You got those pretty blue eyes
And that crooked sorta smile
Ruby, don't go
Wont you stay a little while?
And you say you don't sleep
You don't think you ever will
Between your little white lines
And your Catholic guilt
But sometimes you call me over
Just to put you to bed
Ruby, don't go
Was it something that I said?
And I've been thinkin' all night
Back to those better days
Were you the one I never had
Or the one that got away
And there in the dark
I can almost see your face
And I say Ruby, don't go
But you just fade away
So you found yourself a man
And he's everything you need
He's safe and he's sane
And he ain't nothin' like me
And he's makin' that vow
To have you to hold you
Ruby, don't go
He can't love you like I do
Ruby, don't go
He can't love you like I do
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Groove On
03:01
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"Groove On"
by Andrew Delaney
There's a blonde on a baby blue tailgate
In a small town in the middle of a red state
Beers goin' round, songs bein' played
Deals goin' down, eyes bein' made
And she's thinkin' bout the boy with the Mustang
And the stringy black hair and the nose ring
She's probably not thinkin' of me
Or that last thing I told her as she got up to leave
Little country girl
Gettin' your groove on
Have a good time
Don't be gone for too long
If you need a ride you just pick up your cell phone
And daughter of mine, you better put you some clothes on
Cause Daddy ain't ready for reality quite yet
You're growin' up fast but I don't have to like it
It's a crazy world
Little country girl
Says the boy to the blonde in the first verse
Hey I really like your Johnny Cash t-shirt
"Folsom Prison Blues" is a little overrated
If you wanna know, "Sam Stone" is my favorite
She says yeah, well that was written by John Prine
Cash took out the line about jesus dyin'
That's the best part my daddy says
Then she rolls her eyes at the voice in her head
Little country girl
Gettin' your groove on
Have a good time
Don't be gone for too long
If you need a ride you just pick up your cell phone
And daughter of mine, you better put you some clothes on
Cause Daddy ain't ready for reality quite yet
You're growin' up fast but I don't have to like it
It's a crazy world
Little country girl
And it really wasn't all that hard before
But now my little girl's not so little no more
And a piece of my heart walks out the door
Every time you go
And doesn't matter how it ends tonight
Tell the truth it's only a matter of time
Til one of the boys says somethin' right
I just hope you know
Little country girl
This is a love song
For those times in your life when you want one
If you need a ride you just pick up your cell phone
And daughter of mine, you better put you some clothes on
Cause Daddy ain't ready for reality quite yet
You're growin' up fast but I don't have to like it
It's a crazy world
And it won't be long
Til it's yours to own
Little country girl
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Elephants
02:50
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"Elephants"
by Andrew Delaney
Walk with a purpose through the parking lot
Keys in your knuckles cause you ain't got claws
Remembering how your daddy taught you that
Boys will be boys you gotta watch your back
Sittin' there drinkin' at the bar alone
Sharks come circle wanna take you home
Better not play coy, better not be mean
Boys will be boys and they are fragile things
And they got names for the ones who talk back
And the ones who wear those clothes
They got names for the ones who say "yes"
And the one's who say "no"
Say baby, why you gotta be that way
Give me a smile, you got a pretty face
There are things you do and things you can't
Live quiet as a mouse in a room full of elephants
Don't he look so handsome in his Sunday best
He said he's sorry, you know the rest
Shouldn't really blame him he's just a kid
Boys will be boys, don't call him what he is
But they got names for the ones who talk back
And the ones who wear those clothes
They got names for the ones who say "yes"
And the one's who say "no"
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Amelia Earhart
04:10
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"Amelia Earhart"
by Andrew Delaney & Nicolette Good
Hope against hope
And skin against skin
When the fire dies down will I see you again
But you don't say a word
You just pack up your things
And you go
The pilot is tired
And the craft's showin' wear
'neath that movie star smile were you gaspin' for air?
You ain't been seen in a while
But you're out there somewhere
I just know
Amelia Earhart's still flyin'
Though the radio's long dead
And the search party's leavin' the island
And Saint Jude is shakin' his head
Time marches on
And the story grows
So your pictures don't fade and you never get old
While the turth of the thing
It just cracks and erodes
Into dust
But if I know you
And I probably don't
There's an ache in your heart and a lump in your throat
Wells up every time
I sing something I wrote
About us
Amelia Earhart's still flyin'
Though the radio's long dead
And the search party's leavin' the island
And Saint Jude is shakin' his head
Amelia Earhart's still flyin'
Though the radio's long dead
And the search party's leavin' the island
And Saint Jude is shakin' his head
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The Ghost of Jack Brown
02:29
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"The Ghost of Jack Brown"
by Andrew Delaney
Redneck, white trash, gaunt and pale
A felon and a fiend and a cautionary tail
At the bottom of a bottle in an oil patch town
Local folks call me the ghost of Jack Brown
I'm the ghost of Jack Brown
Waitin' at the corner of Broke Down and Beat Up
Sippin' this whiskey from a dixie cup
At out of the fog I still hear Mama's warnin'
Nothin' good happens at four in the mornin'
And maybe I should've just done as I's told
Hung up the horns and come back to the fold
Never tried to get right
All I really got was old
Standin' at the crossroads
Gonna sell my soul
I wanna sell my soul
At the end of the line when all hope is gone
Snake skin shoes, brimstone cologne
Lucifer laughin', too little too late
Nobody gonna buy what you can't give away
Can't give it away
No, you can't give it away
I'm the ghost of Jack Brown and this is my story
I've fallen it's true, but don't you weep for me
Not as long as there's a still and thrill to get high on
I guess I could've been good if I'd've just died young
If I'd've just died youn
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6. |
Someone
03:25
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"Someone"
by Andrew Delaney & Amy Kucharik
Black mascara
So perfectly applied
Gone to waste
On an overlong goodbye
And you've got questions
And names you wanna call
And I wish that I felt guilty
Or anything at all
And I could dry your tears
But I'm already in the car
And I'm lookin' for someone who breaks makes my heart
She's so nice
That's what everybody says
And I agree
If you're into that I guess
And we could try
To spin the Earth around the moon
But all I was ever after
Was a Johnny to my June
And it's just the way I am
To want everything you're not
And I'm lookin' for someone who breaks my heart
And there's a stone
In the left side of my chest
And it's cold
But I really must confess
I do not mind
But every now and then
Someone comes around
Who swings the hammer down
Just swing the hammer down
Cause what's the use in fallin'
If it ain't gonna leave a mark
And I'm lookin' for someone who breaks my heart
I'm lookin' for someone who breaks my heart
I'm lookin' for someone who breaks my heart
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"Lovesick, Homesick, Dopesick Blues"
by Andrew Delaney
I got the lovesick, homesick, dopesick blues
And I'm all outta money, I don't know what to do
I got nowhere to go
And no one to hold
And a monkey on my back that won't leave me alone
The landlord through me out
For not payin' rent
Now I'm sleepin' out in the car
And I'd be high as kite
But the money's all spent
And I'm wonderin' where you are
When I said I was leavin'
It was the biggest mistake
I believe I have made so far
Besides goin' out west
And bouncin' them checks
And puttin' these holes in my arm
I got the lovesick, homesick, dopesick blues
And I'm all outta money, I don't know what to do
I got nowhere to go
And no one to hold
And a monkey on my back that won't leave me alone
So I'm sittin' here in the parking lot
Of the Dew Drop Inn
Just-a cryin' into the pay phone
Sayin' don't you send money
Cause you know how that ends
You just come out here and take me back home
I got the lovesick, homesick, dopesick blues
And I'm all outta money, I don't know what to do
I got nowhere to go
And no one to hold
And a monkey on my back that won't leave me alone
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8. |
Afraid of Falling
03:24
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"Afraid of Falling"
by Andrew Delaney & Wes Collins
You used to do all of your dancin'
With your eyes closed
You always liked that feelin'
Of losin' control
But now you're mindin' your steps
So careful and slow
Like you're afraid that you're gonna fall
And every song on the jukebox
Is a siren that's drawin' you near
But they're all about heartbreak
And you've had your fair share
Still you're holdin' me close
Or as close as you dare
Though you're afraid that you're gonna fall
You're afraid of falling
But you sidle right up to the rail
And you've seen the bottom
But you're hopin' to land somwhere else
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9. |
Do Ya?
03:06
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"Do Ya?"
by Andrew Delaney
I'd never buy you a puppy
To fret about when you leave town
But I may write you a love song, girl
That would follow you around
Like that string of sad-eyed poets
With their hearts all hangin' out
Cause you don't need a thing that needs you
Not another thing that needs you, do ya?
I could question your devotion
Really put you to the test
Hand you a loaded pistol
Set an apple on my head
Then read you Billy Burroughs
Just to see what happens next
But you don't need a thing that needs you
Not another thing that needs you, do ya?
So, I'll say the words and mean it best I can
Then I'll be waitin' right here
I'll be waitin' right here where I am
I'd never buy you a puppy
To fret about when you leave town
But I may write you a love song
That'd follow you around
To keep you warm when you get lonely
To pick you up when you get down
Cause you don't need a thing that needs you
Not another thing that needs you, do ya?
You don't need a thing that needs you
Not anymore than I do, do ya?
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Australia
03:23
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"Australia"
by Andrew Delaney & Nicolette Good
I wish I'd seen Australia
I wish I'd done more drugs
Wish I'd spent less time in churches
Wish I'd spent more time in love
Wish I was leavin' more behind me
However great or small
Oh hell, I wish I wasn't leavin' here at all
You can take my guitar
Take my alligator boots
Take my whole record collection
Better leave my favorite suit
You can take my last words
To carve in stone for all to see
Or you can take me home
And tell me it's just a dream
And if I prayed
I think I'd pray
For nothin' to pray for
Cause I's never really seachin' for a sign
So you can save the message for some other sould, Good Lord
I'd only like to waste a little bit more of my time
Cause I wish I'd seen Australia
I wish I'd done more drugs
Wish I'd spent less time in churches
Wish I'd spent more time in love
Wish I was leavin' more behind me
However great or small
I wish I wasn't leavin' here at all
I wish I wasn't leavin' here at all
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11. |
Howard
03:27
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"Howard"
by Andrew Delaney
I was sittin' on the floor
In an aisle at the book star
You were on the bottom shelf
I read "The Hound" cause it was short
And I didn't have nowhere to be
And the air conditioning there was free
So before long I'd read everything you wrote
I was almost outta gas
Just startin' off my checkered past
All but lost and layin' low
From monsters of my own
It was the right place at the right time
The right set of symbols on the spine
That summer that I ran away from home
And Howard, you were kind of a racist
I don't think I would've liked you much at all
You had a low opinion of musicians
And that unhealthy obsession with cats
But Howard there was something in those stories
Reached out from beyond your space and time
To a scared suburban kid
Though you were generations dead
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
They say Rhode Island
It ain't famous for nothin'
Still I come callin'
Cross the country just the same
Reflecting on the circumstance
That placed my faith in Providence
Pious as a pilgram
At the stone that bears your name
And Howard, you were kind of a racist
I don't think I would've liked you much at all
You had a low opinion of musicians
And that unhealthy obsession with cats
But Howard there was something in those stories
Reached out from beyond your space and time
To a scared suburban kid
Though you were generations dead
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
So there I'm standin' just beside
The ghost that haunts me everytime
These gnarled fingers are inclined
To reach out for a pen
And tears they feel to the mournful sound
That swelled right up from underground
Though I ain't never been the one
To feel much of anything
But Howard there was something in those stories
Reached out from beyond your space and time
To a scared suburban kid
Though you were generations dead
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
You wormed your way into an impressionable mind
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12. |
Lina
03:14
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"Lina"
by Andrew Delaney
Lina has a time machine
Keeps it hidden in her room
And she will leave without a moment's thought
Never telling anyone
And her chosen destination
It isn't always clear
But maybe it's just anywhere but here
Lina has a time machine
Today she's back in '34
And she hasn't had her children yet
So how could she know who they are
And everyone gets so upset
They don't understand a thing
About Lina and her time machine
Lina has a time machine
Still they call them her good days
When she wakes up there at Oxford Glenn
And she sees herself this way
So you can you really blame her
For sneakin' off to find
Somewhere she's never lost her true love or her mind
Lina has a time machine
Lina has a time machine
Lina has a time machine
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Andrew Delaney Dallas, Texas
Postmodern anti-folk or something.
"The Alfred Hitchcock of singer / songwriters." Rich Warren - WFMT Radio, Chicago.
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