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Oldest Baby in The World
03:27
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By John Prine & Donnie Fritts
She's got the mind of a child
And a body peaking over the hill
Well, she would if she could
And she should but nobody will
With her nails painted red
And her hair so unnaturally curled
Well, I think that she may be
The oldest baby in the world
She's tasted the night life
But it's left her with nothing but hunger
And all the available men
Seem to think that they want something younger
But youth is a costume
And the beauty within lies unfurled
And I think that she may be
The oldest baby in the world
Fast horses win the races
And Royal Flushes beat Aces
And everyone's playing to keep
So let's turn out the lights
And rock that old baby to sleep
She loves the sound of the rain
But you know she's still afraid of the thunder
She keeps a head full of hope
And a heart that's so full of wonder
She may look like a woman
But she's still some daddy's little girl
And I think that she may be
The oldest baby in the world
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2. |
Can't Get Over It
03:48
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I can’t get over it
Better go around
Can’t get around it
I better go down
Can’t get under, so
I better go up
And start all over again
I really didn’t know
Didn’t get to say goodbye
And though it still hurts
Don’t know if I’ll ever cry
I can’t find words, so
I shake my head and I
Try to start over again
There’s trouble if you stay
And sorrow if you go
Seems like you leave too fast
Or you check out way too slow
Seems like every path
Leads to something I don’t know
Over and over again
Feel like I’m running under water
I’m in way up over my head
God bless the sons and the daughters
Whose fate has not been set
I can’t get over it
Better go around
Can’t get around it
I better go down
Can’t dig down, so
I better go up
And start all over again
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3. |
Handsome Molly
04:40
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Handsome Molly
By Bill Morrissey
I park my cab on Water Street
I'm waiting for a fare
Watching young girls in their first heels
Step like colts across the square
Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea
I think of Handsome Molly
wherever she may be
Now I'm either in this cab or bar
And never in the choir
Sometimes howling and amazed
Like the wind hung up on barbed wire
Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea
I think of Handsome Molly
and what she promised me
Iit's pretty, doe-eyed Molly
Could see so well at night
It was a hard trade she made
Just to see in black and white
Well the word's gone down this north coast
And it's boy you best take care
Cut yourself with a knife
Fiind all the salt that's in the air
Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea
I think of Handsome Molly
who cried so easily
Now the soldiers down on Water Street
They eye the little girls
And the little girls of Water Street
Will take them 'round the world
Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea
I think of Handsome Molly
wherever she may be
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There's a rainbow of babies
Draped over the graveyard
Where all the dead sailors
Wait for their brides
And the cold bitter snow
Has strangled each grassblade
Where the salt from their tears
Washed out with the tide
And I smiled on the Wabash
The last time I passed it
Yes I gave her a wink
From the passenger side
And my foot fell asleep
As I swallowed my candy
Knowing he was in heaven
Before he died
Now the harbor's on fire
With the dreams and desires
Of a thousand young poets
Who failed 'cause they tried
For a rhyme without reason
Floats down to the bottom
Where the scavengers eat 'em
And wash in with the tide
And I smiled on the Wabash
The last time I passed it
Yes I gave her a wink
From the passenger side
And my foot fell asleep
As I swallowed my candy
Knowing he was in heaven
Before he died
The sun can play tricks
With your eyes on the highway
The moon can lay sideways
Till the ocean stands still
But a person can't tell
His best friend he loves him
Till time has stopped breathing
You're alone on the hill
And I smiled on the Wabash
The last time I passed it
Yes I gave her a wink
From the passenger side
And my foot fell asleep
As I swallowed my candy
Knowing he was in heaven
Before he died
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5. |
Particle and Wave
04:07
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Particle and Wave
John Gorka
Never Stop Believing
there is goodness in the world
I saw the children marching
there is goodness in the world
I listen to them speaking
there is goodness in the world
When we finally do the right thing
there is goodness in the world
We need to be reminded
there is goodness in the world
too often we are blinded
to the goodness in the world
They are working hard to find it
the goodness in the world
The goodness in the world
You can’t beat fear with fear
can’t beat hate with hate
Only love can do that
It’s not too late
No it’s not too late
it’s not too late
though justice seems to hesitate
It’s not too late
I saw a sea of people
both particle and wave
teach the ones that came before
a new wave to behave
I saw a sea of people
both particle and wave
wash over the world
their very lives to save
Never stop believing there is goodness in the world
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6. |
Diamonds in the Rough
06:54
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By John Prine
While walking out, one evening
Not knowing where to go
Just to pass the time away
Before we held our show
I heard a little mission band
Playing with all their might
I gave my soul to Jesus
And left the show that night
The day will soon be over
And evening will begun
No more gems to be gathered
So let us all press on
When Jesus comes to claim us
And says it is enough
The diamonds will be shining
No longer in the rough
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7. |
Kathy's Song
04:04
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I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies
My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day
And as a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
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8. |
Clay Pigeons
04:07
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by Michael David Fuller
I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna get a ticket to ride
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all
Go down where the people say "Y'all"
Sing a song with a friend
Change the shape that I'm in
And get back in the game, start playin' again
I'd like to stay
But I might have to go to start over again
Might go back down to Texas
Might go to somewhere that I've never been
And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
And I won't have to go home
Get used to bein' alone
Change the words to this song, start singin' again
I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin'
For answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle of memories
Just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it takes
To get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
Start talkin' again, when I know what to say
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9. |
Caravan of Fools
02:46
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By John Prine, Pat McLaughlin & Dan Auerbach
The dark and distant drumming
The pounding of the hooves
The silence of everything that moves
Late at night you'll see them
Decked out in shiny jewels
The coming of the caravan of fools
Like the wings of a dove
The waiter's white glove
Seems to shimmer by the light of the pool
Some dull, blinding winter
When you can't help but lose
You're running with the caravan of fools
Love and devotion
Deep as any ocean
Don't play by anybody's rules
With your carousel of horses
And your unforeseen forces
You're running with the caravan of fools
Caravan of fools, caravan of fools
You're running with the caravan of fools
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10. |
A Prayer Like Any Other
05:00
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By Kevin Welch
It's way past midnight, everyone's asleep
Outside the window it's quiet on the street
My bags are packed, my guitar too
Taxi's coming, nothin' I can do
Oh Lord, keep your eye on my friends
I’d just feel better knowing you're watching them
I've got to roll, take a little spin
While I’m gone, keep your eye on my friends
Gotta get home the only way I know
The long old road, steady and slow
One of these days I’ll come back
If the creek don’t rise and stuff like that
Oh Lord, keep your eye on this place
Keep it warm, keep it safe
You know I depend on your saving grace
While I’m gone keep your eye on this place
This is just a prayer like any other
Nothing more, nothing less
A prayer like any other
One more time could you just say yes
Oh Lord, keep your eye on me
You know how foolish and reckless I can be
Light my way up, so I can see
Oh Lord, keep your eye on me
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11. |
World Without Tears
03:19
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by Lucinda Williams
If we lived in a world without tears
How would bruises find
The face to lie upon
How would scars find skin
To etch themselves into
How would broken find the bones
If we lived in a world without tears
How would heartbeats
Know when to stop
How would blood know
Which body to flow outside of
How would bullets find the guns
If we lived in a world without tears
How would misery know
Which back door to walk through
How would trouble know
Which mind to live inside of
How would sorrow find a home
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Just Got Paid / ZZ Top
By Bill Ham / Billy F Gibbons
I just got paid today
Got me a pocket full of change
Said, I just got paid today
Got me a pocket full of change
If you believe like workin' hard all day
Just step in my shoes and take my pay
I was born my papa's son
When I hit the ground I was on the run
I had one glad hand and the other behind
You can have yours, just give me mine
When the hound dog barkin' in the black of the night
Stick my hand in my pocket, everything's all right
I just got paid today
Got me a pocket full of change
Said, black sheep, black, do you got some wool?
Yes, I do, man, my bag is full
It's the root of evil and you know the rest
But it's way ahead of what's second best
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Kurt Ehrenberg Portsmouth, New Hampshire
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