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30 Days
04:27
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Thirty days, she's been gone
Thirty ways, everything gone wrong
Dirty haze follows me along
It's been thirty days, she's still gone
Half dead dog lyin' at me feet
Buzzards circlin' in the evenin' heat
They flew in, from the west
Figurin' I'd be next
All my life, come up busted
Creek is dry, river rusted
Tried to be good, tried to be honest
Lost it all in a broken promise
That old sun keeps fallin', harder every night
And just like my heart, it disappears out of sight...
She went ridin' into town
Said she'd be home before sundown
When she vanished over that ridge
I ain't seen hide nor hair since
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'Til the Wheels Fall Off
03:47
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Jerry picked up Cindy at the laundromat
He said leave them clothes but grab your hat
Cindy said, honey where we goin’
He said when we get there, we’ll just know it
Maybe there’s something out there worth savin’
Somethin’ baby, that ain’t been lost
Maybe a new flag wavin’
We’ll keep on drivin’ til the wheels fall off
Rumblin’ over that Mississippi River
Sailin’ past that Gateway Arch
Wild wild west girl, just gettin’ bigger
Right now Cindy, its all ours
Maybe there’s somethin’ out there worth seein’
Something baby that’s worth the cost
Maybe there’s someone worth bein’
We’ll keep drivin’ til the wheels fall off
A mile into Kansas they picked up some heat
Sirens wailed, red lights flashed
Jerry said hold on to your seat
Gave her a kiss then he hit the gas
Trooper put his hand on the Bible
Hot pursuit of a ’69 Dodge
Then he swore as he drove up behind ‘em
They disappeared into some mirage
Maybe there’s something out there worth savin’
Somethin’ baby, that ain’t been lost
Maybe a new flag wavin’
We’ll keep on drivin’ til the wheels fall off
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3. |
'59 Stratocaster
03:41
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Well he laid her down, put her in her place
In that old Leo Fender custom case
Sweat fresh on her from his boyish face
Maybe he said goodnight, when off he raced
Safe and sound, tucked in the hold
Ready to ramble down that open road
Warmed from the bitter winter cold
From the young man's hands and the stories that his fingers told
Oh the wheels on the bus go faster, faster
Through cold corn fields and frozen pasture
Rollin' all along, just to meet her master
That old three-tone, sunburst Stratocaster
The boys came out and rocked that night
Playin' it pretty, playin' it tight
From Ravin' On to Well Alright
Crickets clickin', stickin' and pickin'
Man, out of sight
She brought it all home in the final jam
La Bamba, Balls of Fire, Brown Eyed Handsome Man
Kids kickin' up that Surf Ballroom Sand
She was smilin' gently to that Heavenly Band
The chords ring out, for all time
From that frigid February back in '59
She would have never let him go, never let him even try
But nothing could keep that boy from tryin' to fly
Now for all time, she is cast
Sittin' all alone in that case of glass
Like the sword in the stone, from days gone past
Waitin' for her young prince to return at last
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Longbranch Inn
03:12
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Well I'm goin' to Austin up on down the road
For a good old fashion revival meetin' so I've been told
They're salvatin' sinners and savin' lost souls
With that country, blues and rock'n'roll
Well they meet up every Monday if you wanna come around
A little shotgun shack on the east side of town
When you get off the highway, roll your window down
And start headin' toward that heavenly sound
Preacher, preacher forgive me all my sins
Church is changed to Monday at the Longbranch Inn
Don't look for me Sunday, I'll be sleepin' in
Church is changed to Monday at the Longbranch Inn
God built the world in six days, then he rested
Saw it was good, then he blessed it
I know the Bible tells me I ain't right
Celebratin' everything startin' on a Monday night
Preacher, preacher forgive me all my sins
Church is changed to Monday at the Longbranch Inn
Don't look for me Sunday, I'll be sleepin' in
Church is changed to Monday at the Longbranch Inn
In this crazy world run by greed and lies
Lookin' for that sweet soul salvation only music provides
I risk eternal damnation, no chance of purgatory
I'll miss the transfiguration and all its glory
But like I told my baby I ain't got no choice
I'm just a prisoner of love for that joyful noise
Preacher, preacher forgive me all my sins
Church is changed to Monday at the Longbranch Inn
Don't look for me Sunday, I'll be sleepin' in
Church is changed to Monday at the Longbranch Inn
Reverend Russell singin' the Gospel, can I get an Amen
Church is changed to Monday at the Longbranch Inn
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Cowboy Up
02:25
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Cowboy up, pony down
Spin that six shooter 'round and around
Buckin' them broncs with my own bare hands
My lariat's the chariot to the promised land
Well I wake up with the sun when that rooster crows
Splash water on my face and jump in my clothes
Before I get a biscuit or even light a smoke
I'm ridin' on the range with the rest of them pokes
Get a half hour for lunch, I don't care to eat
Throwin' that rope in the noonday heat
When quittin' time comes, I'm back up in the pen
Ridin' whatever what comes 'til the sun goes down again
I live for the weekend yessiree
I rode in every town from here to Cherokee
I'll travel that distance, near or far
And I ain't gonna stop 'til I'm a rodeo star
When my head hits the pillow, I'm achin' pretty good
Got every bump and bruise that every cowboy should
Someday I'll settle down and get myself a wife
'Til then Mister the rodeos my life
Cowboy up, pony down
Spin them pretty girls 'round and around
I tell everyone of 'em until they understand
My lariat's the chariot to the promised land…
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Elizabeth & Spring
04:48
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The summer nuns all standin' in a row
Genuflecting in the shadows of St. Bellisimo's
They've been here a hundred years, they'll be a hundred years hence
Prayin' for sad eyed beggars and wayward presidents
While the penny candy hustlers rifle through the trash
Lookin' for clues of the very recent past
Boys in blue drive by bemused and detached
Knowin' it's always the harmless ones that are easiest to catch
It's Saturday night on Elizabeth & Spring
Where false prophets pick the pockets of every livin' thing
I really should be going, but I'd like to hear those Sisters sing
The way they do every Saturday night on Elizabeth & Spring
Cindy's door is always open and it's easiest enough to find
Word travels unspoken she don't need to advertise
She knows more than all the preachers and detectives combined
Though confessions ain't originally what she had in mind
It's Saturday night on Elizabeth & Spring
Where false prophets pick the pockets of every livin' thing
I really should be going, but I wanna hear those Sisters sing
The way they do every Saturday night on Elizabeth & Spring
And may God shine His light on the mighty and the meek
And for all the wonderin' souls on Elizabeth Street
The baker bags his last loaf of bread
For the crazy lady with the flowers in her head
She's his steadiest customer, though she's never paid a cent
His only payment comes upon seein' her again
It's Saturday night on Elizabeth & Spring
Where false prophets pick the pockets of every livin' thing
I really should be going, but I gotta hear those Sisters sing
The way they do every Saturday night on Elizabeth & Spring
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7. |
Time Is Ours
03:58
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Time is hours, minutes seconds in a daze
Time is ours, for now, forever, for always
You stopped the clock, I went in shock you walked into that room
No tick, tick, tock, no New Year's drop, just a sonic boom
Time is hours, minutes seconds in a daze
Time is ours for now, forever, for always
Bodies froze in sweet repose, I turned around to see
The universe, as if rehearsed, was just you and me
Time is hours, minutes seconds in a daze
Time is ours for now, forever, for always
You took all them stars and put 'em in a basket
Jupiter and Mars, they spun off their axis
This whole world got a little bit lighter
Sun and moon shone a little bit brighter, a little bit brighter, my smile got a little bit wider
Bodies froze in sweet repose, I turned around to see
The universe, as if rehearsed, was just you and me
Time is hours, minutes seconds in a daze
Time is ours, for now, forever, for always
Just like the flowers bloom and blossom right before our gaze
Time is ours for now, forever, for always
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8. |
Terry the Texas Tornado
03:44
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Terry always bit the hand that fed her ever since she was a little kid
She always thought there was somethin' better in the other hand that was hid
Runnin' alongside that schoolbus, she'd say catch me if you can
Laughin' at all the rest of us and singin' as she ran
She'd sing angels always dance in a cosmic trance when Gabriel's trumpets blow
You can hear 'em in the howlin' wind of God's own radio
She hitched herself a ride to New York City on the day she turned 16
All she took was a Cheshire kitty and a brand new pair of jeans
She said Momma I'm a gonna light that town like a firecracker on the 4th of July
Whenever you hear that great big sound, just look up in the northeast sky
Because angels always dance in a cosmic trance when Gabriel's trumpets blow
You can hear 'em in the howlin' wind of God's own radio
And oh what a heavenly chorus when that band begins to play
Standin' right there before us, it could set the devil to pray
No one ever heard another heard from Terry the Texas Tornado
All concurred to build a statue of her on the streets of old Laredo
But the folks kept up hope out in Holyoke and Lubbock did the same
I always figured she'd gone for broke, hit the big time and changed her name
When I hear angels always dance in a cosmic trance when Gabriel's trumpets blow
You can hear 'em in the howlin' wind of God's own radio…
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Amanda and the Commander got caught in a rocket lander
The scrutiny was standard as was the opportunity for candor
When she was granted immunity with complete and full impunity
The Commander committed slander then he said he couldn't stand her
Annabelle and the constable were laid up in the hospital
Anna swore she’d never tell just who was responsible
The press proffered had that old officer accosted her
Bur Annabelle was quick to quell when she said that was impossible
Gypsy said dance while you got the chance
You only do what you choose
Yeah the future's in the palm of your hands
Why don't you go out there and shake it loose
Lady Astor and the pastor they caused no small disaster
When in the hallowed halls of alabaster they staggered in good and plastered
When the church convened a cadre to interrogate the padre
He couldn't have answered faster when he said you'll have to ask her
Adam and the madam were in that old garden standin'
Overlookin' the plannin' of supplyin' and demandin'
Over present and future facets of all liabilities and assets
The first adman and the first madam made quite a business tandem
Gypsy said dance while you got the chance
You only do what you choose
See that old clock wavin' its hands
It's tellin' you it's time to vamoose
Then she looked at me straight and hard
She said don't you know its a natural fact
Try to get up there with no bruises on your hands or heart
That Old Man will throw you right back
The measure of treasure in the full pursuit of pleasure
Creates constant pressure on how to balance that ledger
With intolerable priorities and volatile conformities
Makes one truly wonder if there is ever a chance for leisure
The sisters and the ministers ain't up to nothin' sinister
They're just trying to administer miracles in miniature
Their vocation of salvation will surely last for the duration
For its been codified in sacred scripture and all holy and legal literature
Gypsy said dance while you got the chance
You only do what you choose
Don't let somebody else make your travelin' plans
Go out and take this whole world for a cruise
Sometimes nothin's a real cool hand
Tell me what you got to lose
Snap out of your dead man trance
And put on your rock'n'roll shoes
Or your blue suede shoes, or the angel's red shoes...
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The boys in Acapulco take their marks
Try to jump off those cliffs, straight into her heart
Their knees don't tremble from the waves below
They knock together 'cause they want her so
She laughs in Spanish, she cries in rain
Her body language flows like Shakespeare down the Seine
Nothin' lost in translation in her sweet refrain
She laughs in Spanish, she cries in rain
Runners in Pamplona dressed in red and white
Steel themselves for their desperate flight
Racin' not only just to death defy
But to be that lucky one who just might catch her eye
Late at night when she goes to bed
Closes her eyes and rests her head
Is she aware of all the dreams she's bred
From the arrested living to the restless dead
Conquistadors and Matadors run through history's corridors
They wave their capes and weild their swords
Riskin' for all time life and limb
That she might just once walk arm and arm with them
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The Bruce Smith Band Austin, Texas
With music praised by The Washington Post as “powerful folk songs with a conscience” and Performing Songwriter Magazine
describing the “lyrics with a unique point of view articulated in a way that’s intelligent and accessible,” Bruce Smith has been rockin’ the Austin music scene for nearly 20 years!
His latest album, 1000 Horses was produced by Grammy winner Randy Caballero.
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