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The Saint Of Cobb County
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"The Saint of Cobb County"
He was always a loner
And a little bit slow
And he talked to himself all the time
And I shutter to think
What drove him to drink
But it drove him there every night
Back in '34
The drought was so bad
The place was just blowin' away
Til that day on the square
Without reason at all
When he fell to his knees and he prayed
And when he was finished
He said an "Amen"
And I'll be damned if it didn't rain
And after that day
When the farms were all saved
They gave him a brand new name
They called him the Saint of Cobb County
And they knew he was out of his mind
But the money still flowed like water
And he'd turn the water to wine
And they had him blessin' the babies
And layin' his hands on the lame
And maybe it worked and maybe it didn't
But they still loved him just the same
It wasn't long
Til people were comin'
To see for themselves what they'd heard
And he didn't quite preach
But he'd mumble a speech
And they'd be hangin' on every word
Til finally one day
He just disappeared
Left 'em all wonderin' where he could be
Til somebody stood up
And said "He is risen!"
And they all jumped on board to agree
They called him the Saint of Cobb County
And they knew he was out of his mind
But the money still flowed like water
And he'd turn the water to wine
And they had him blessin' the babies
And layin' his hands on the lame
And maybe it worked and maybe it didn't
But they still loved him just the same
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Wine & Roses
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"Wine & Roses"
She's seen a lot since 40
Says she's past her prime
But our boy ain't worried
He just ain't that kind
Thinks she's plenty good lookin'
And he's no spring chicken himself
He just walks up to her
Cool as you please
Says "I sure hope you save
The next dance for me"
And she laughs and looks him over
Shrugs and says "I might as well."
Then he takes her hand and leads her out to the floor
She says "To tell the truth I don't dance much anymore"
"Cause I've had enough
Of wine & roses
They just prick my fingers
And give me headache's in the mornin'
I don't ask much
A calm heart and a strong hand
Save the rest for the faerie tales
And just love me like a real man."
A few hours later
In a hotel room
They're doin' what two
Lonely people do
When they find each other
Strangers becomin' lovers
In the dark
And maybe he's nervous
Cause it's been a long time
But she ain't hard to please
And he's doin' just fine
And when they are finished
She just lays there in the stillness
Of his arms
Then as she's leavin' he asks "can I see you again?"
And she just smiles and says "Well that depends...
Cause I've had enough
Of wine & roses
They just prick my fingers
And give me headache's in the mornin'
I don't ask much
A calm heart and a strong hand
Save the rest for the faerie tales
And just love me like a real man."
And it's been fifteen years now
Since he danced with her that night
And they've never gotten married
And they've never had a fight
And he doesn't say "I love you"
Cause that ain't how he was raised
But she don't need to hear it
Cause she means it when she says
"I've had enough
Of wine & roses
They just prick my fingers
And give me headache's in the mornin'
I don't ask much
A calm heart and a strong hand
Save the rest for the faerie tales
And just love me like a real man."
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Ramblin' Jack
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"Ramblin' Jack"
Jack's daddy was a travelin' bible salesman
And his mama was a housewife on the way
And her husband knew it weren't his kid
So he cursed poor Jack for what she did
With every breath until his dyin' day
At seventeen our Jack became an outlaw
For it must have seemed appealing at the time
He stabbed a man and took his wallet
Cause it was easier than askin' for it
And thus began a violent life of crime
Ramblin' Jack we're all so sorry
That it had to come to this
And we'll never know whatever made you
A monster right up til the grave
But to tell the truth we're all happy that you're dead
His luck ran out one night near Houston, Texas
And time came to pay for all that he had done
His trial was a short affair
And they sent him to that electric chair
And no one shed a tear when he was gone
You can find him in that prison churchyard
Right to this very day
Even though the stone is old and worn
It says "Here lies Ramblin' Jack"
And his last words there on his epitaph
Are "I don't regret a thing but bein' born."
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William & Sweet Mary
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"William & Sweet Mary"
Young William left Mary standin' there at the station
And his train pulled away as she cried
He said "I'm headed to the city. I'm gonna find me my fortune
Then I'll come home and make you my bride"
Sweet Mary was patient and she prayed every night
Sayin' "Good Lord, you watch over him"
But he fell in with thieves and one cruel winter's evenin'
He joined the wretched ranks of the damned
His letter was passed from one hand to another
Til somehow it made it to me
It said "Mary I tried, but by the time that this finds you
I'll be swingin' from some ol' hangman's tree"
Mary she cried when she read that blood-stained letter
Then she jumped in the river and drown
Sayin' "Good Lord if I'm meant to go on without him
Then you'll pull me out before I go down."
"Good Lord if I'm meant to go on without him
Then you'll pull me out before I go down."
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Boquillas
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"Boquillas"
Daddy wasn't daddy when I was growin' up
Just some guy who disappeared
And though we never talked about him much
There were these stories that I'd hear
Bout this family down in Mexico
Some other wife, some of the kids
Some other life he wanted more, I guess
Than the one he started with
To tell the truth he never came to mind
Til my phone rang the other day
They said "I'm sorry, but you're father's died
We called to settle the estate"
That man always was a mystery to me
But what am I to make of this
He left me a house down in Boqillas
Ain't even quite sure where that is
Whatever happened to that other wife he had
Them other boys he called his own
Well that was twenty-somethin' years ago
So I may never know
That man always was a mystery to me
But what am I to make of this
He left me a house down in Boqillas
Ain't even quite sure where that is
So come this time next week I'll be drivin' towards the border
Still wonderin' what it means
Sittin' in a house down in Boquillas
Sortin' some dead stranger's things
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"One Foot In Front Of The Other"
Three floors up and two doors over
Don't forget your new phone number
Call the movers, meet the neighbors
Check the want ads in the paper
Keep it simple, first things first
And just try not to think of her
You put one foot in front of the other
So you look just like you're walkin'
Though you're only fallin' forward
Call your lawyer in the mornin'
Don't be late to next week's hearin'
Just keep breathin' they won't see it
Father says that tears are weakness
Get the kids at six o'clock
And don't you meet her eyes when you go to pick 'em up
You put one foot in front of the other
So you look just like you're walkin'
Though you're only fallin' forward
And one day you will wake to find that time has healed all wounds
And everything's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
At least that's what they keep telling you
To put one foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
So you look just like you're walkin'
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A Miner's Prayer
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"A Miner's Prayer"
Well we sweat and we toil
And we shoulder the burden
To the victor go the spoils
So we surely must be losin'
We work and we cling
To this life we've been given
And we hope we don't die
In this tomb that we're diggin'
We pray to the sky that we barely see
And we pray for the families we're missin'
And we pray there's a light at the end of this tunnel
We pray to you Lord, if you're listenin'
The walls started shakin'
And they fell all around us
We crawled out of the earth
Twenty men unaccounted
The coal company says
We can't dig any further
So we sealed up that hole
And we started us another
We pray to the sky that we barely see
And we pray for the families we're missin'
And we pray there's a light at the end of this tunnel
We pray to you Lord, if you're listenin'
We came far and wide
With our picks and our shovels
And we lived side by side
And looked after one another
When the union came around
Lord we had that company runnin'
But now the strike is lockin' down
And the hard times there a-comin'
So we pray to the sky that we barely see
And we pray for the families we're missin'
And we pray there's a light at the end of this tunnel
We pray to you Lord, if you're listenin'
We pray there's a light at the end of this tunnel
We pray to you Lord, if you're listenin'
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Girl With A Gun
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"Girl With A Gun"
I saw you that day out in the pourin' rain
Just-a running' by the side of the street
You had a bag in one had and that Colt in the other
You were the finest thing I'd ever seen
You flagged me down and you pointed your pistol
And said "Boy if you'll be obliged
I ain't got no car and you ain't too bad lookin'
And I surely could use a ride
I surely could use a ride"
And we drove all through the night
Siren's screamin' somewhere behind
Out on the road
Out on the run
Just me and you
The girl with a gun
It was ten in the morning when we finally slowed up
And decided the coast was all clear
And you pointed to an exit to some old gravel road
And said "won't you pull over there"
We rested til evening and talked for a while
Then made love as the sun went down
We made love as the sun went down
Then we drove all through the night
With you there sittin' right by my side
Out on the road
Out on the run
Just me and you, babe
My girl with a gun
Then you stopped cross the border just before dawn
Then you opened my door
Said "here's where you get off"
Then you blew me a kiss as you were drivin' away
You thanked me for the ride
But you never told me your name
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Sam's Custom Wood
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"Sam's Custom Wood"
They tell me that I's about 4 years old
Covered in sawdust from head to toe
Hangin' at the shop with a bunch of my partners in crime
All of my buddies were my grandad's age
And they were dyin' off faster than 8-track tape
But I never really noticed and they never really seemed to mind
I was fluent in their language by the time I was 5
Made my mama so mad she'd like to skin us alive
And I soon learned you can't say "Bullshit" at Sunday school
They'd be sawin' and sandin' all day long
The one's that wasn't missin' fingers had 'em sewed back on
I was ridin' saw horses and learnin' bout dangerous tools
With saw blades buzzin' they'd be smokin' and cussin'
It was back when times were good
Listenin' and learnin' down at Sam's Custom Wood
They talked about the times when they were young and mean
Drinkin' and fightin' were the usual themes
And one of 'em always had some kinda news to share
I sat in silence as I watched 'em build
Heard 'em braggin' bout how many Japs they killed
Their VA troubles and the benefits of Medicare
With saw blades buzzin' they'd be smokin' and cussin'
It was back when times were good
Swingin' and laughin' down at Sam's Custom Wood
I heard their thoughts on unions and the changin' times
The rate of inflation on the price of pine
That cigarettes were cheaper when you rolled your own
And some things oughta be left the hell alone
With saw blades buzzin' they'd be smokin' and cussin'
It was back when times were good
I was livin' and learnin' down at Sam's Custom Wood
With the tattoos fadin' and the black hairs greyin'
I was growin' up as fast as I could
Swingin' all day down at Sam's Custom Wood
I'd be swingin' all day down at Sam's Custom Wood
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There's A Chill
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"There's A Chill"
When I get like I will
With the whiskey and the pills
She is there to pick me off the floor
And just because she don't mind
Doesn't mean that it's right
So here I am
With my hand on the door
And there's a note to explain
All the terrible things
That I've done and never had the heart to tell her
I thought I owed her that at least
But still I take it when I leave
Cause I know
If she found out it would kill her
I'm in a motel by the coast
With the shadows and the ghosts
And some girl I met sometime that evening
When she calls me and she's cryin'
And she's askin' me why
And for the life of me
I can't think of a reason
One week later, 6am
I come stumblin' in
And there's a chill in the air of our bedroom
And she just curls up in my arms
With a lie to keep her warm
A "Goodnight"
And a whispered "I love you"
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It's Just A Feelin'
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"It's Just A Feelin'"
There's a warm breeze blowin'
Through a window left open
Stirs the cobwebs in the corner of the room
Where there's an old beat up lounger
And a man sittin' down there
And a TV he's starin' right through
He's thinkin' back to his youth
And this girl he once knew
And she very well could've been his wife
If he'd have stuck around
But that's all over now
Another time, another place, another life
And God knows he still wonders
And he'll always want her
Somewhere in the back of his mind
But he's got his family
And he wouldn't change things
It's just a feelin' that he gets sometimes
He runs his fingers
Over an old warn out picture
And a smile creeps across his face
When he thinks of the ocean
The hot sun, the waves rollin'
The sand castles and the love that they made
And God knows he still wonders
And he'll always want her
Somewhere in the back of his mind
But he's got his family
And he wouldn't change things
It's just a feelin' that he gets sometimes
He dials her old number
But nobody answers
And sighs as he hangs up the phone
Then his wife's home from work
With the kids just behind her
And before he knows it
That feelin' is gone
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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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