1. |
Where They Dance
02:37
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hello there pretty girl
i like the way your dress sways
i see you've got some scars
that you'd like to erase
well darlin they match mine
so come on take my hand
we'll go get baptized
by a punk rock band
at a bar out in west texas
where they dance all night
the boys have dirty faces
and the girls spin left n right
its back behind the mountains
the dancefloor fits just a few
but i think they got room
for me and you
i don't know what you need
your feet have their own rhythm
that don't match my melody
and this is more than i can handle
but your body in my arms
makes it all seem worth the gamble
i seen that look before
if you ever loved me at all
you damn sure don't no more
forgive me if i seem
one touch brokenhearted
if you go lookin for me
i'll be where this all started
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2. |
Broken Angel Eyes
02:18
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my tire treads have
ground down flat
but the pressure
has stayed on
there's bad men in texas
that know my name
and i can't
outrun them for long
you'd think i'd learn
not to put my trust
in their broken angel eyes
the holes in their arms
and the black in their veins
make their throats
gurgle with lies
i feel this ice cold switchblade
slowly draggin up my spine
my map is torn and not one road
follows these jagged lines
if i let off the gas babe
then you know i
might not live
i got the kinda sins
that can't no priest forgive
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3. |
Not Be That Man
02:41
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there is a parade
in the downtown
after the close of the bars
where bachelors trudge home
lonely and sober
guided by small clouded stars
not one among them
has a spark in their eye
or a girl to take home
they've drunk and they've gambled
and smoked cigarettes
but still they ride home alone
but who among us
has not been that man
sad and afraid on the train
i tell you tonight
my closest of friends
i'll not be that man again
and each of them tired
from long workin weeks
well whiskey sits well in the pocket
a sad simple girl
is all each of them seeks
and who am i to stop it
i'm just an old man
who's been there before
who's heart breaks at lonely brethren
so i raise my glass
and think of her eyes
and my heart breaks all over again
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4. |
Drippin' Blood
02:45
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i took a little spill
on my way to meetin you
her name aint whats important
just that she and i are through
but now i got these wounds
and babe they won't seem to close
even if i'd like for them to scar
cause i want you the most
but pardon me for drippin blood
on your pretty hardwood floor
i wish she'd never come around
i won't waste your time no more
the man at the train
said he can't let me be
til he takes a look inside the bag
i'm carryin with me
well its nothin sir just a little wine
and a couple sleepin pills
to lay to rest this voice in my head
i can't seem to kill
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5. |
Nowhere Left To Go
00:58
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way down here
at the bottom of the gutter
my broken pride and i
way down here
nowhere left to go
excuse me while i watch the sky
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