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Make You Mine
03:03
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Chorus
I wait for you across the room
Stir my drink, nice and slow
This is how it’s gonna go
I’m gonna make you mine
I don't want to meet your family
I don't want to meet your friends
I just want you pulled against me
I don’t care if it’s a sin
Chorus
Feel your sweat against my skin
Your flesh pulled tight around me
Taste your lips and drink you in
Closer than we should be
Every pulse and every breath
Quick and hot against the night
Move until there's nothing left
Fingers locked and bodies tight
Chorus
When morning comes you're free to go
Don't even leave a number
I don't even need to know
Just leave me to my slumber
Chorus
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2. |
Truth Is
04:22
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The truth is sometimes I lie
I always hate to say goodbye
Even only for a little while
The truth is I don’t care who’s right
Sometimes I pick fights
When I should say I’m sorry
Chorus
Sometimes I make a mess
Sometimes a little more
Sometimes I make a fist
And don’t know what I’m fighting for
The truth is I’m a damn good friend
When I bet I go all in
It doesn’t matter what the odds are
The truth is I trust the cards
And everyday, I read the stars
Maybe sometimes I should listen
Chorus
The truth is I like to hear a train moan
It reminds me that I’m not really alone
There’s someone somewhere doing something
Solo
Chorus
The truth is I’m more broken than brave
There are things I still think about everyday
Like his footsteps in the hallway
Oooooo’s
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3. |
Trigger
03:36
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Well I swear the gun went off before I even pulled the trigger
The blood was on his face and hands and then I saw him stagger
He took two steps to the right then he went down on his knees
I was looking at his eyes but he was looking right past me
Chorus
Old times shall not be forgotten
And there’s no tree that won’t fall someday
He stared right at that picture hanging right there on the wall
It was the picture of the two of us in front of Ruby Falls
He took me there in ’93 though he didn’t want to go
He was afraid of being underground down in a deep dark hole
Chorus
He stared right at that picture til he didn’t blink no more
His soul had left his body and his body found the floor
The salt and pepper shakers that we got our wedding day
Set on the kitchen table up above him where he lay
Chorus
Solo
I just left him laying there right on my kitchen floor
His blood spilled on the tile that he laid 9 years before
The blood that pooled around him may not wash away my sins
But I’ll be damned if he’s ever gonna touch my girl again
Chorus x 3
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I like things that used to shine
Polished smooth by the grains of time
Old and used and past their prime
I like things that used to shine
Love letters in the drawer of a flea market find
Laid away ring with two months behind
A grandfather clock with a mournful chime
I like things that used to shine
Chorus
Shine, Shine
I like things that used to shine
A scratchy old record that still goes round
On an old turntable makes a beautiful sound
A proud father’s eyes when he starts to cry
I like things that used to shine
The way that Hazel Dickens sings
Too long unchanged guitar strings
A candle holder from a bottle of wine
I like things that used to shine
Chorus
A roughed up penny from the year I was born
Old leather boots all scuffed and worn
An old pocket watch that still keeps time
And I like things that used to shine
The way you smiled when you were mine
That sparkle in your eyes when you were mine
Can’t turn back the hands of time
I like things that used to shine
Chorus x 2 - Tag
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Don’t you, think I didn’t see you coming
Hiding in the shadows showing up right on cue
By the way you were moving I could tell you were going to be trouble
But Darlin’, trouble looks good on you
Baby, Maybe
You’re thinking that you just can’t miss
Sneakin’ in to steal a kiss
Or maybe two
What would I do?
If you’re gonna do it, you better do it on the double
‘Cause Darlin’, trouble looks good on you
Solo
Clearly, I’m nearly
About to let down my guard
Can I trust my heart?
I wish I knew
If you’d be true
I’m trying everyday to keep myself away from trouble
But Darlin’, trouble looks good on you
Darlin’, trouble looks good on you
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6. |
Iris
04:17
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Iris was my daddy’s momma
Her momma was a Cherokee
I know Iris was a strong woman
I don’t know what Iris knew about me
Chorus:
I called her Granny
But she never hugged me
She was quiet and she moved slowly
But somehow I know that she loved me
She never told me, I just know
I know Iris chewed plug tobacco
When she spit she never missed the can
She kept a pistol by her front porch chair
I know she never held my hand
Chorus
I know that Iris took care of her children
I know that her husband was drunk and mean
I know that Iris outlived him by lifetimes
But I don’t know what Iris dreamed
Chorus
Tag
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7. |
Valentine's Day
03:08
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I don’t need flowers, they don’t last any way
Diamonds are shiny, but what do they say
I know you love me, and I know it’s right
So this Valentine’s Day, won’t you just hold me tight
It’s a gift you can’t buy
Love, you can’t steal
All I want from you baby
Is something that’s real
I’ll bring you some flowers, when they grow in the Spring
And I’ll buy you a diamond, in a gold wedding ring
But right now all I have, is to swear you my love
This Valentine’s Day, I hope it’s enough
It’s a gift you can’t buy
Love you can’t steal
My gift for you baby
Is something that’s real
It’s a gift you can’t buy
Love you can’t steal
My gift for you baby
Is something that’s real
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8. |
Massy's Run
03:49
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He's the one they always talk about
The name that's always thrown around
the best that ever held a steering wheel
straw hat feather cowboy crown
the king of going round and round
If you're out in front he's nipping at your heels
And with all the races that he's won
All the tires he must've spun
It no wonder folks'll still go on about him
Cho:
But for 26 laps, in the spring of 1960….
I had him behind me
Right there in my mirror
that red white and blue stp
And if it wasn't for that number 43
I could've been the king
I held him off through every turn
my tires were bald and my brakes were burned
and I took everything ol' 21 could give
he was Comin' up the inside fast
I knew he was gonna try to pass
But I got down low and kept there behind me
The last time we came around turn 4
He'd finally got me door to door
And the paper Clip had turned into a drag race
CHO
Bridge
And I drove it like a demon on final death wish drag
And I know I almost had him, 'till *just* before we crossed that checkered flag
Cho(ins?)
I crossed the line in 2nd place
The day Petty won his 2nd race
and since then he's won a hundred ninety eight more
And I like to think I did pretty well
Raced him tight and gave him hell
But he probly don't think about me anymore
But there's times At night that I stil dream
And I still hear those pistons scream
And in my mirror I still see that petty blue
And I'm crossing the line in the spring of 1960
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9. |
Want To Be Gone
05:02
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We wake up each morning
side by side and alone
Feels like I’m in your way
In this house that’s my own
I’m tired of pretending
That you give me enough
This is no way to live
You don’t know how to love
Chorus
I want to be gone
This time for good
You leave me tired and wasted
And I’m tired of wasting my love
Sometimes it’s too much
To hurt day after day
Then something in your touch
Makes me think we’re okay
But we know how this goes
‘cause we’ve been here before
your heart starts to close
and I head for the door
Chorus
I’m just gonna walk away
My eyes straight ahead
There’s nothing you can say
Hasn’t already been said
I’ve got nothin’ to loose
No love to fight for
And no reason to stay
I’m not me anymore
Chorus X 2
I’m gonna be gone
This time for good
Your love leaves me tired and wasted
And I’m tired of wasting my love
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10. |
Broken
03:30
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Chorus
Everything I own is just a little bit broken
Hope I can hold it together just a little bit longer
Transmission leaks and the radiator’s hot
I don’t know if we’re gonna make it or not
Two more days I’ll be off the road
Let it cool down lighten my load
Chorus
Everything I own is just a little bit broken
Hope I can hold it together just a little bit longer
Heavy on the down-beat another string’s busted
A couple spares left but they all look rusted
Shorted out cord and a 60 cycle hum
Bad ground wire makes my face go numb
Chorus
Bridge
Just a little bit of luck
I’m beggin’ please
Just a little break
Is all I need
Every time I think I might get ahead
Turn around look down I’ve been beaten
Here I am broken down once again
The only thing I can’t break is even
Chorus
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11. |
Revival Wasteland
05:10
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Find a nice flat piece of land
Put the tent poles in the ground
Services start at 8
People come from miles around
They line up to get inside
And drop their money on the plate
They bring me their afflictions
And I step up to test my faith
Chorus
When I lay my hands on 'em
sometimes the blind can see
I’m not sure I believe in God
but I guess he believes in me
Wake up and count the money
Pile the trash out by the road
Pack up our revival wasteland
Then it's time to go
Down another lonesome highway
To another lonesome town
And I hope I can take it from them
When they lay their burdons down
Chorus
Every time I touch 'em
I wonder if they know
I'm nothing but a phony
just a traveling snake oil show
I never know if they're gonna walk
I never know if they're gonna cry
I never know if i'm gonna heal ‘em
‘till I reach out my hands and try
Chorus
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12. |
Another Chance
06:06
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Seems unfair the way it went down
But she knew she shouldn’t have been hanging around
With that rich kid and his drugs
His daddy’s money kept him in the clear
But Mandy ended up doing a few years
Now she’s out on her own
She runs a little nail salon
In a building where everyone’s just trying to move on
Just trying to move on
Chorus
Hallelujah, thank the lord, for another chance
Hallelujah, thank the lord, for another chance
Janie lives up on the second floor
She works at the café right next door
She’s taking it day by day
Late at night when she’s all alone
And the cravings hit she picks up the phone
She’s been working hard to get her life on track
It’s been 46 days since she last smoked crack
But she still cries, she still cries
Chorus
There’s a quiet old man up on the third floor
Janie see’s a note posted on his door
That says the whole world’s fucked
It’s been two weeks since anybody’s heard from him
So finally the police just bust on in
To take a look
Well, it’s no surprise he’s still sittin’ right there
Empty pill bottles all around his chair
Looks like he’s finally gone home
Chorus X 2
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