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For Sam
04:33
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Sam left us the other day
and I just found out this morning
Called my buddy John
up in Oregon How I wish
He was here in California
We'd watch Paris, Texas
with Tommy V and Jimmy Bean
I'm pretty sure we'd all be pretty drunk
by the time it got to our scene
We'd all sit there in silence
while the tears rolled down our cheeks
we'd raise a glass to ya Sam
Right when Harry Dean started to speak
I called his sister Sandy
Just to see how she was doing
She said she'd be fine
wither her glass of wine
and she'd be coming home real soon
we would sit down by the water
and play guitars all night long
I'm pretty sure we'd all be pretty drunk
by the time she sang his song
we'd sit there in silence
as morning time drew near
and we'd raise a glass to ya Sam
as the river took our tears
Went through an old box of mine
that I swore I kept it in
but I couldn't find that ol' book of yours
I must of lent it to a friend
I recall a story in it
about a cowboy coming home
staring at all the things on his wall
realizing what he's become
I sat there in silence
trying to remember your words
I raised a glass to ya Sam
as you rode off to find the heard
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2. |
Damn Good Dog
02:15
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My dog, My dog
That damn good dog
I wish she was here
Lord, I wish she was here
When I wake in the morning
and start up my day
I've been drinking my coffee
with lonesome these days
as I stare in the field
where she would run
where the cattle are fat
in the rising sun
My dog, My dog
That damn good dog
I wish she was here
Lord, I wish she was here
I walk to my truck
but I can't hear that sound
of her claws on the tailgate
tool box bound
I drive down the road
the dust gets to flyin'
I look in the rearview
and I can't help from cryin'
My dog, My dog
That damn good dog
I wish she was here
Lord, I wish she was here
I come home at night
after the cattle are fed
long after the sunset
right before bed
I go to the room
I look at her chair
I can still see those brown eyes returning my stare
My dog, My dog
That damn good dog
I wish she was here
Lord, I wish she was here
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3. |
Lazy Third Eye
04:01
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Somebody call my guru
I could use some advisin'
Can't keep my eye on the prize
and I'm realizin'
I got a light thats dimming
don't feel like I'm winning
the only time I'm grinning
is when I'm sinning
I want to let the music back in again
Get a kite for this whirlwind I'm in
I want to travel through space again
I want to love this place again
I want to hear your voice through tin again
Get back to that womb I was swimming in
I want to chase the moon again
arrive to soon again
Somebody call my doctor
I could use some prescribing
my head can't find the bed
'til the sun is rising
oh this old beginning
sure could use a new ending
the only time I'm still
is when I'm spinning
I want to let the music back in again
Get a kite for this whirlwind I'm in
I want to travel through space again
I want to love this place again
I want to hear your voice through tin again
Get back to that womb I was swimming in
I want to chase the moon again
arrive to soon again
I want to work the dirt back in my skin
hear this song that I'm singing in
I want to cut the wire again
I want to smile on fire again
I want to let the music back in again
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4. |
Leaf Change
03:47
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I got a little bit of Rolling Stones
coming through on my radio
back country mountain road
fall is coming and it's getting cold
nothing left in my coffee cup
think it's time to pack it up
maybe grab my ol fishin' pole
one more time to the fishing hole
I'm feelin' the leaf change
I'm at the end of my cigarette
keep on saying that I'm gonna quit
but in the pocket of my old pearl snap
I've got a fresh unopened pack
crack it open and I take a puff
no one here to call my bluff
I can feel my heart in my chest
It's cold enough out here to see my breath
I'm feelin' the leaf change
I get happy when I sing the blues
still got a little bit left to lose
in my concrete walkin' shoes
I'll be walking on home to you
have a seat in my handmade chair
I know my banjo's just waitin' there
kick off my shoes and let it go
somethin' bubblin' up on the wood stove
I'm feelin' the leaf change
That fog is crashing up against the front range
but there's blue skies way up high
oh the buzzards standing on the edge of the highway
not today boys
not today I'm gonna roll on by
I'm feelin' the leaf change
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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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