1. |
Knights Ferry
04:01
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There’s a town upon a river
Where you might lose your liver
And the ghosts might make you shiver
When you walk alone
O in the water
It’s deep down in the water
Yes it’s in the water
And the wine it keeps on bringing
Them townsfolk out here singing
while the church bell keeps on ringing
Trying to call them all home
O in the water
It’s deep down in the water
Yes it’s in the water
And the rain it keeps on dumping
Them fish they keep on jumping
in the blood that keeps on pumping
Right through the vein
O in the water
It’s deep down in the water
Yes it’s in the water
You can keep on running
Them buzzards feed on something
that death it keeps on coming coming coming coming coming coming
O in the water
It’s deep down in the water
Yes it’s in the water
O in the water
It’s deep down in the water
Yes it’s in the water
O in the water
It’s deep down in the water
Yes it’s in the water
O in the water
It’s deep down in the water
Yes it’s in the water
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2. |
National Treasure
03:10
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It doesn't take long for your feet to get itchin’
And you boxing up your books
And you packing up your records
You fill your favorite mug
You kiss the farmer's dog
And you take off in your ‘71 Chevy
With the windows rolled down
Hair dancing around
Smoking Marby lights
As you driving through the night
Singing John Prine
Like the Bait and Tackle Choir
Not knowing where you're going
Your just happy that you’re going
And when you get
There you’ll write us all a letter
Sealed with dirty hands and a roadkill feather
Just leaving us dreaming about you
The bonafide national treasure
You wake up by the river
Where your mind loves fishing
And you whittle down a pencil
In a drunken poet vision
Whistling a tune that’d make every hobo swoon
And 125 cc’s get revvin’
Now your burning through them hills
On them kawasaki wheels
Pocket full of stones that you find a new home
Spittin’ Jim Harrison
Not looking back at where you’ve been
You hit the bottle
Hit the throttle
Here you come a crashin’ in
And when you get
There you’ll write us all a letter
Sealed with dirty hands and a roadkill feather
Just leaving us dreaming about you
The bonafide national treasure
And when you get
There you’ll write us all a letter
Sealed with dirty hands and a roadkill feather
Just leaving us dreaming about you
The bonafide national treasure
And when you get
There you’ll write us all a letter
Sealed with dirty hands wrapped in sweat stain leather
Just leaving us dreaming about you
The bonafide national treasure
You are a bonafide national treasure
You are a bonafide national treasure
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3. |
Devil's Taxidermy
03:42
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How did it feel
When you traded your guitar
For a night you can't remember
When you were living in your car
Where is it now?
Is it hanging on some wall?
Like the devil’s taxidermy
Just wondering’ where you are
Oh no that’s got to be the saddest part of it all
Spent so much time
Pulling things apart
while the calluses on your fingers
Turned to that callus on heart
What was it like when you needed that guitar
But all you had was enough scratch
For that itching in your arm
Oh no that's gotta be the hardest part of it all
Cause it
Held you together like your good ol’ pair of jeans
And a rip just started slow
Made it to the seams
And it just busted out
In a big ol pile of dreams
Where are you now
They say you lost your way
Well it’s time you were reborn
Held up like a newborn babe
On your way back to damn that boy could play
Cause it
Held you together like your good ol’ pair of jeans
And a rip just started slow
Made it to the seams
Yes it
Held you together like your good ol’ pair of jeans
And a rip just started slow
Made it to the seams
And it just busted out
In a big ol pile of dreams
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4. |
'69 Malibu
03:50
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She moved from Omaha
To her cousin’s in Santa Cruz
It was 1981
She had a ‘69 Malibu
Her daddy never made it back from Nam
Even though he said he would
She tried to raise her mamma right
The best that a good girl could
And she left it all behind
To see what she could find
She rolled into town that night
Feeling freer than her red hair blowing in the wind
That's when I met her at a rock ‘n roll show
And we got down
I never felt so high
Just getting down
We rolled a joint and drove around
I took her to a beach downtown
We laid there ‘til the sun came up
We both couldn't get enough
That summer was a heart attack
She taught me bout Kerouac
I taught her ‘bout Ramblin’ Jack
She taught me how to make love
I taught her how to surf
And I met her at a rock ‘n roll show
And we got down
I never felt so high
Just getting down
Guitar
She told me that her mama got sick
She had to go and move back home
I was a complete mess
She was a perfect wreck
And it was a long goodbye
I never held something so tight
She rolled out of town that night
I just keep thinking of those blue eyes
That never looked back
And I met her at a rock n roll show
And we got down
I never felt so high
Just getting down
Yeah I met her at a rock n roll show
And we got down
I never felt so high
Just getting down
Yeah I met her at a rock n roll show
And we got down
I never felt so high
Just getting down
I never felt so high
Just getting down
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5. |
Bakersfield
04:56
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I got stuck here back in ‘61
When the children were still so young
Them Honky Tonks were so damn fun
You should have seen me dancing
And all the booze and all the benzedrine
Taught my babies how to cry themselves to sleep
As the parties would last for weeks
With those not so good timing men
And I’d get mouthy and they’d get rough
Hell most of them they weren’t that tough
I guess I just couldn’t get enough
Of the devil in this town
But if I had my way
I’d had just kept on driving
So far away
But now I'm here dying
And I’m crying
For this one last thing
Don't bury me in Bakersfield
I know what I have done
But eternity in Bakersfield
Wouldn’t wish that on anyone
Do not bury me in Bakersfield
I guess things they weren’t always bad
Had them good times with that guitar man
He was gentle, never raised a hand
And we could shut down every bar
And he would play that gypsy jazz
That big ol man, he could make dance
He gave this town everything he had
But it just weren’t enough
So he moved me to that ocean blue
Said, “Mama now it’s just me and you”
And he died there in ‘82
And here I am again
But if I had my way
I’d had just kept on driving
So far away
But now I'm here dying
And I’m crying
For this one last thing
Don't bury me in Bakersfield
I know what I have done
But eternity in Bakersfield
Wouldn’t wish that on anyone
Do not bury me in Bakersfield
Don't you dare bury me in Bakersfield
I know what I have done
But eternity in Bakersfield
Wouldn’t wish that on anyone
Do not bury me in Bakersfield
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6. |
Fightin' Man
03:11
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You were crazy’s child
Raised in a different kind of wild
When the whirlwind came you rode it out in style
But it took your smile
And it dropped you on a crooked mile
It’s alright I understand
Nothing can be easy when your dealt that hand
Nothing’s ever easy for a fightin’ man
You were the hardest one
You had the hardest time
When your body broke down you kept it running on wine
You got hard to find
But it eased your haunted mind
It’s alright I understand
Nothing can be easy when you’re dealt that hand
Nothing’s ever easy for a fightin’ man
Your so far away
Sitting in your chair at home
Hoping that those thoughts don’t come
This fights not done
And you know you’re not the only one
And It’s alright I understand
Nothing can be easy when you’re dealt that hand
Nothing’s ever easy for a fightin’ man
Yeah I understand
Nothing can be easy when you’re dealt that hand
Nothing’s ever easy for a fightin’ man
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7. |
Champagne On Ice
03:39
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Well easy ain’t the word for us
Never had quite enough cuss
Not enough grit
For that shit we love mama
So go if you don’t want to stay
I’ know you’re going to find your way
It’s never too late
Damn baby you’re looking great
And I’ll be here why you are there
I’ll be pickin’ in my rocking chair
Smoking reefer, thinkin’ bout Latifa and drinking wine
O it’s never been hard for us to find another good time
And classy aint the word for us
Stale bourbon and cigarette butts
With our dirty hands in our dirty van with our dirty plans
And I’ll go if I don't want to stay
You know I’m going to find my way
It’s never too late
Yeah mama I’m feeling great
And you’ll be here why I am are here
You’ll be sippin’ on a fancy beer
And you’ll be dancing with something handsome and feeling nice
O it’s never been hard for us to find another good time
So you be you and I’ll be me
The way were supposed to be
And maybe baby, we get that champagne on ice
Cause it’s never been hard for us to have a good time
So you be you and I’ll be me
The way were supposed to be
And maybe baby, we get that champagne on ice
Cause it’s never been hard for us to have a good time
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8. |
Wild Buckskin
03:47
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You are a wild buckskin
Just laughing at the rain
You got me on a mountain top
With my looking glass in hand
I'm watching every move you make
As your tearing through the plains
Dare i dream that I am one with you
As I’m holding to your mane
And the devil can’t catch up with you
And it’s driving him insane
You are wild buckskin
I hope you never tame
Yeah hope you never tame
I hope you never tame
I hope you never tame
You are a wild buckskin
O how you run
Your gait is like an ancient god
Just beating on the drum
Its calling all the warriors
And they’re coming one by one
Dare I dream that I am one with you
As we ride if the sun
And the devil can't catch up with you
And he wants to taste your pain
You are a wild buckskin
I hope you never tame
Yeah I hope you never tame
I hope you never tame
I hope you never tame
I hope you never tame
I hope you never tame
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9. |
Dangerous Beautiful
04:56
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There's my drunken philosopher
And my barstool poet
I've been sober for way too long
You probably don't even know ‘em
They are a dangerous beautiful
You might like them if ya meet em
They whisper in my ears some nights
Asking me to free ‘em
Both searching’ for them bar room smokes
Half dead in a ashtray
One stumblin
One’s slurring
Both searching for some words to paint
We are dangerous beautiful
Might not want to feed us
We’ll be screaming’ in your ears some nights
Wondering why you freed us
Wondering why you freed us
We are a dangerous beautiful
We are a dangerous beautiful
Both love us when i steer us wrong
That's when we sing along
It never takes too long
For us to find that find that song
I am a dangerous beautiful
I'm afraid that I need them
I've been drunk for way too long
Maybe i should just free them
Maybe i should just free them
We are a dangerous beautiful
Maybe I should just free them
They are a dangerous beautiful
We are a dangerous beautiful
We are a dangerous beautiful
We are a dangerous beautiful
We are dangerous beautiful
I am a dangerous beautiful
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10. |
The Nurse
04:21
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I’ll never stop dreaming
For my dreams found a place
Tucked in the corner of that smile of your face
So wild and so free
So selflessly giving
So absolutely just crazy about living
And we come to you tired
And we come to you weary
And we come to you broken down
You say, “Come gather near me
And I’ll lift you up
I’ll fill your cup
Don’t you worry about thing”
And you dance like the fire
And you think like the wind
And you feel like this river
So we all jump in
As we run to you tired
And we run to you weary
And we run to you broken down
You say, “Come gather near me
And I’ll lift you up
I’ll fill your cup
Don’t you worry about thing”
And the ways we should thank you
Well that list it goes on
May you forever be the beauty in this song
As we crawl to you tired
And we crawl to you weary
And we crawl to you broken down
You say, “Come gather near me
And I’ll lift you up
I’ll fill your cup
Don’t you worry about thing”
Yeah I’ll lift you up
I’ll fill your cup
Don’t you worry about thing”
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Willy Tea Taylor Oakdale, California
Willy Tea Taylor, son of a cattleman, born and raised in the “Cowboy Capital of the World”, Oakdale, California.
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