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High Horse
03:42
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Have you been drinking whiskey with your breakfast again?
Did you forget to eat this time?
Come on off of your high horse if you can manage to stand
You ain't looking good these days
You ain't looking good these days
Drove down through Atlanta on 95
Took the third exit from the right
Drove in circles 'till we found our feet
Tiredness got the best of me
Oh how weary one can be
Have you been drinking whiskey with your breakfast again?
Did you forget to eat this time?
Come on off of your high horse if you can manage to stand
You ain't looking good these days
You ain't looking good these days
Cigarettes and amphetamines
Three cities and three days
Tattoo parlors in New Orleans
And then the blood began to flow
Oh how far the blood can go
Have you been drinking whiskey with your breakfast again?
Did you forget to eat this time?
Come on off of your high horse if you can manage to stand
You ain't looking good these days
You ain't looking good these days
Have you been drinking whiskey with your breakfast again?
Did you forget to eat this time?
Come on off of your high horse if you can manage to stand
You ain't looking good these days
You ain't looking good these days
You ain't looking good these days
You ain't looking good these days
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2. |
Coast
03:17
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Pour out the shots, I'll drink 'em down
Nobody's waiting on that last round
If I get me some money, I'll buy me a car
But one tank of gas don't get you that far
But I know something you don't
Been walking up along that coast
I know something you don't
So come along if you want to find out
Pack up your bags and we'll hit the road
Someday we'll find a good place to go
Thumbs out, the sun's out, someone will stop
We'll hitch our way to a better spot
But I know something you don't
Been walking up along that coast
I know something you don't
So come along if you want to find out
Sometimes I look for the way back home
But just like me, it's a long time gone
You can't take back what you've done to your health
Nor what you did to somebody else
But I know something you don't
Been walking up along that coast
I know something you don't
So come along if you want to find out
Sometimes you need a good traveling song
Words for a place where you just don't belong
A tune you can sing out loud in your head
When you're sick and you're tired and lonesome in bed
But I know something you don't
Been walking up along that coast
I know something you don't
So come along if you want to find out
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3. |
Phone Booth
04:38
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Opened up your arms to the sky
Goddamn did the rain pour down
You can write your dreams on paper, babe
Thank your good Lord that you're alive
But God Almighty ain't no savior
And Lord knows, paper don't fly
Paper don't fly, paper don't fly
Calling out from a phone booth downtown
Telling me that you're lost and found
Come on home, baby, come on back to me
You must be soaked, and the thunder's loud
I'll take the toll road back through Jersey
Seven hours of rain, but I'm homeward bound
Homeward bound, I'm homeward bound
Who would've known that I'd be headed back North
Me and the good Lord with you calling our names
Maybe it hit you again, that need to lift up from the earth
Good God, how could I expect you to know?
Found you on a porch in Mystic
Outside the church where they were singing hymns
Wrapped up in your best friend's sweater
Crying like to atone for your sins
With the remnants of last night's liquor
A motel King James and your Gravel Street Blues,
Your Gravel Street Blues, Gravel Street Blues
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4. |
Malt Whiskey
03:10
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Malt whiskey, be my friend
Malt whiskey, with me 'till the end
Malt whiskey, make it good
Just the way my baby should, just the way my baby should
My dear gal, she ain't like no other
Every day she's gotta have her druthers
I don't mind too much, believe you me
There ain't no girl that's half that sweet
Malt whiskey, be my friend
Malt whiskey, with me 'till the end
Malt whiskey, make it good
Just the way my baby should, just the way my baby should
Every day when I come home
My dear gal, she whines and groans
All the dishes to be done
We're staying sober to have fun
Malt whiskey, be my friend
Malt whiskey, with me 'till the end
Malt whiskey, make it good
Just the way my baby should, just the way my baby should
Well I've tried moonshine, I've tried schnapps
I've tried this and I've tried that
Of all the things that I could say
It's malt whiskey gonna make my day, malt whiskey gonna make my day
Malt whiskey, be my friend
Malt whiskey, with me 'till the end
Malt whiskey, make it good
Just the way my baby should, just the way my baby should
Malt whiskey, be my friend
Malt whiskey, with me 'till the end
Malt whiskey, make it good
Just the way my baby should, just the way my baby should
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5. |
Lawrence
05:57
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Wake up in pieces, one by one
No one laughed, no one said this would be fun
Clear the tracks for the freight train in my head
Take a big stride, and I make it to my bed
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Something's coming my way
Pick myself up off the floor again
Take myself God knows where
I don't know how or why I'm going where I'm going
All I know is I better get there soon, oh Lord
Step outside, feel the raindrops coming down
My best suit to the nicest place in town
Boss man says my credentials ain't enough
Drown my cares in the bottom of my cup
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Something's coming my way
Pick myself up off the floor again
Take myself God knows where
I don't know how or why I'm going where I'm going
All I know is I better get there soon, oh Lord
Come back home and a note catches my eye
Says I'm out on the 15th of July
Call her up and I say I'm doing fine
Let her think that I haven't lost my mind
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Something's coming my way
Pick myself up off the floor again
Take myself God knows where
I don't know how or why I'm going where I'm going
All I know is - yeah, all I know is
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Something's coming my way
Pick myself up off the floor again
Take myself God knows where
I don't know how or why I'm going where I'm going
All I know is that I hope you let me get there soon
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New Oak Pennsylvania
Begun in Regensburg, Germany, New Oak is a folk outfit led by Julius Bjornson. The rotating lineup primarily features the work of Benedict Kutzer, Adrian Marynissen and Richard Osban. Currently based on the US East Coast, New Oak is known to travel and plays regularly in Germany and the EU. ... more
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