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Right Here with Us
03:56
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That’s your daddy in the rodeo/ There’s your mom and I in Mexico and here we climbed as high as the mountains go/ Pictures hanging low on the wall, so you can see ‘em good before you're tall/ I’ve come to know dreams are worth more than gold, so
Be who you are/ become who you want/ don’t let the fear of falling keep you on the ground/ When you lose faith, look up above/
‘cause he put you right here, right here, right here/ My little bug, go where you want/ Someday it might seem like I’m trying to hold you back, but it’s only because I wish you could be forever little and right here, right here, right here, right here with us
It’s purple sky and a blue-green cow/ Hey daddy, can I taste a cloud/ If I jump real high I think I can touch the sky/ You teach me how to see the world brand new, and I can teach you a few things too/ And it’s just fine if you color outside the lines, so
Be who you are/ become who you want/ don’t let the fear of falling keep you on the ground/ When you lose faith, look up above/
‘cause he put you right here, right here, right here/ My little bug, go where you want/ Someday it might seem like I’m trying to hold you back, but it’s only because I wish you could be forever little and right here, right here, right here, right here with us
One day when you need me, I’ll be gone/ So just remember, never give up/ In you I live on
Be who you are/ become who you want/ don’t let the fear of falling keep you on the ground/ When you lose faith, look up above/
‘cause he put you right here, right here, right here/ Give me a hug, now go where you want/ I know it might seem like I’m trying to hold you back, but it’s only because I wish you could be forever little and right here, right here, right here, right here with us
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Cowboy Face
03:23
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When she was a girl she swore she’d marry John Wayne/ Live out her life in the country in some beautiful place/ Mesmerized by his confidence, how he fought for his name, how he treated a lady and that sly cowboy face
Her momma warned her, stay away from them/ They’re only a bunch of ramblin’ men/ They’ll break your heart just like your daddy did/ Her mama said he was no different than them
She met a boy out at the bar/ He said he loved her name/ Asked if she wanted to get out of this place/ So he drove her down to the river bank/ She bet everything she had on that cowboy face
The sun came up and just like a cowboy, he rode away in that silver Chevrolet
When she was a girl she swore she’d marry John Wayne/ Live out her life in the country in some beautiful place/ Well, I broke her heart just like I knew I would/ But I swear I never knew about that boy she raised with my cowboy face
He has my cowboy face
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Roll My Way Again
03:02
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It was that sad smile that caught me by surprise/ Suddenly it’s 6 in the morning, we’re watching the sunrise/ And I’m so damn tired, but I can sleep when I get home/ ‘cause we are on a roll
We are strangers stuck on different paths/ Like two different trains rolling down two different tracks/ And I don’t have the heart to watch this weekend roll to an end/ Won’t you roll my way again
Just a couple of gypsies, rock stars in the lights/ Caught up in the glory of a Saturday night/ Somehow you’re with me, you spoke directly to my soul/ When you said to me, let’s roll
We are strangers stuck on different paths/ Like two different trains rolling down two different tracks/ And I don’t have the heart to watch this weekend roll to an end/ Won’t you roll my way again
I hardly even know you, feel like I’ve always known you
How I wish that I could always hold you
We are strangers stuck on different paths/ Like two different trains rolling down two different tracks/ And I don’t have the heart to watch this weekend roll to an end/ Won’t you roll my way again
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Branch of the Tree
03:44
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Josiah was a chosen one/ A whole generation sang one song/ Then he crossed the plains into the wild/ Passed that legacy on to a child/ But the boy was a reckless one/ He said, I’m not hurting anyone/ Then handed down to me his loaded gun and that spirit of rebellion
Justice is comin’ and it won’t be watered down/ Don’t underestimate flame thrown to the ground/ Justice is comin’, one thing haunting me/ You, my son, are a branch of the tree
Don’t repeat the past and cast the blame on he from whence your last name came/ Admit the itch deep in your blood/ I know all you’re thinking of/ And I’ve seen in that devil’s bag of tricks, both left and right-wing politics/ When you ride the fence you eventually fall/ Just one name can save your soul
Justice is comin’ and it won’t be watered down/ Don’t underestimate flame thrown to the ground/ Justice is comin’, one thing haunting me/ You, my son, are a branch of the tree
Justice is comin’, justice is comin’ justice is comin’, hey, hey, hey/ Justice is comin’, justice is comin’, justice is comin, justice is comin’
Justice is comin’ and it won’t be watered down/ Don’t underestimate flame thrown to the ground/ Justice is comin’, one thing haunting me/ You, my son, are a…
You, my son, are a branch of the tree
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Beautiful Scars
04:53
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I wonder, if you hear this song, if you’d believe it’s about you/ Well, it wouldn’t be right to reach out to you now/ But if you hear my voice, I’ll clear up any doubt
I don’t regret the love me made all those years ago/ If I could travel time, you’d be the first place I would go/ Here’s to willing hearts, fast cars, and beautiful scars
Mesmerized by your green, lonely eyes, and long, soft auburn hair/ Found you bitter and broken, jealous and jaded/ Thought we’d make the perfect pair
And you said, if we don’t work out, I swear we’ll run away together at least one night every year/ Here’s to willing hearts, fast cars, and beautiful scars
As fast as we began, the hottest love had the coldest end
The last time I saw you there was gravel in the air/ I stood on the side of Charles Street with my finger in the air
I cared enough to be the death of us/ You raced back in the nick of time to pick up where you left off/ Here’s to willing hearts, fast cars, and beautiful scars
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In This Cage
03:15
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All those years I spent in school I had no idea I’d be standing right here in front of you/ Now I’m pouring out my heart tonight and I do believe I got it right/ I can finally say I’ve got nothing to prove
I landed that lofty degree/ Well, look at me can you believe somehow I still don’t act my age/ I never was a prodigy, just worked real hard at livin’ free/ And that put me here in this cage
My cost of livin’ might’ve been a whole lot cheaper if I hadn’t busted out of my shell/ Spent some dough just to get burned/ Probably the biggest lesson learned, you better beware of yourself
I landed that lofty degree/ Well, look at me can you believe somehow I still don’t act my age/ I never was a prodigy, just worked real hard at livin’ dreams that put me here in this cage
You nod your head and yell, hell yeah, no regrets/ Then you get bucked off and land in a huge pile of debt
I can see myself when I get out of this prison/Well, I’ll be so rich that I won’t need a job/ ‘cause I’ll write a song that wins the lottery inspired by life’s dichotomy/ Or else find another a big ol’ bank to rob
I landed that lofty degree/ Well look at me, man, can you believe somehow I still don’t act my age/ I never was a prodigy, just worked real hard at livin’ free and that put me here, right here, in this cage
In this cage
Could you, maybe pass the soap… please?
Uh-oh
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7. |
Texas in 1880
03:46
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Feel Alive
04:07
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You feel the fear in the canyon in the pouring rain/ It gets so cold up here this time of year/ And the mountain can you make you a king and a pawn at the very same time/ So you promise God that you'd give anything to make it out of here
You really live when you could really die/ That’s how it feels to feel alive
So you wipe that scared look off your face and keep ridin' down the trail/ Fighting timber, and mud, raging river and slippery stone/ There’s a flash of light on the canyon wall/ Hell falls from the sky to you down below, washing out the trail that leads you home
You really live when you could really die/ That’s how it feels to feel alive
And your mind is seeking shelter in slow motion/ But it’s motion that feeds your heart’s desire/ Though you covet warmth from the hidden sun, it’s times like this that you burn with, burn with fire
That’s how it feels to feel alive/ That’s how it feels to feel alive
You really live when you could really die/ That’s how it feels…
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Cowboy Caches
03:04
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They say great grandpa never hid those coins under his bed/ He dug a hole behind the wood shed and stashed ‘em their instead/ When those outlaws came to raid the cabin, they burned it to the ground/ Well, they might’ve snuffed out ol’ great granddaddy, but his gold they never found
Gone, almost forgotten
Something is lost, waiting to be found/ Searching for a treasure buried in the ground/ There’s a voice of higher reason calling from the ashes/ Legend lives again in cowboy caches
In a world where we have everything, but someone you can trust/ Deceitful lies and politics, truth has turned to rust/ My mind goes back to great grandpa and the stories that remain/ How he died defending great grandma and honoring his name
Gone, but not forgotten
Something is lost, waiting to be found/ Searching for a treasure buried in the ground/ There’s a voice of higher reason calling from the ashes/ Legend lives again in cowboy caches
Great grandpa never said much, so I’m told/ But, back then your word was gold
Something is lost, waiting to be found/ Searching for a treasure buried in the ground/ There’s a voice of higher reason calling from the ashes/ Legend lives again in cowboy caches
Cowboy caches
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I Could Use a Song
04:58
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I could use a song, a pretty love song/ To take me back to you and the life that we knew/ Visit places long gone/ I could use a song/ I could use some cash, cold hard cash/ Make it dirty, make it clean, as long as it’s green/ I’d rise from the ash if I had some cash
I could use a knife, a razor sharp knife/ To cut out the anguish, the fear and the strife/And get back my life/ I could use a knife
I could use a friend, just one true friend/ The kind that won’t judge me for where I’ve been or thoughts in my head/ I could really use a friend/ And we could share a smoke, a nice long toke/ Though I’ve long since quit, I must admit if I wasn’t so broke, I’d finance a smoke
Yeah, I could use some joy, some peace and some joy and some love and some hope at the end of my rope/ When I was a boy, I found some joy
I could use a prayer, a sincere, humble prayer/ Speak right out loud to whoever might hear/ Not sure if I dare/ I could use a prayer/ I’d pray for a dog, a well-trained loyal dog/ One I can groom, he’ll hit the lights and check the rooms when I’m stuck in this fog/ Wish I had a dog
I could use a ride, a bullet-proof ride to take me far away from this war I still fight/Now it’s only in mind/ Still I could use ride
I could use a song, a pretty love song/ To take me back to you and the life that we knew/ Visit places long gone/ I could use a song
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