1. |
Goddamn
04:09
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Staring at a cigarette
Dangling from your mouth
Watching that smoke roll like a cloud
Need a woman to love me
The last two let me down
But what does love mean, anyhow?
God Damn,
Take me by the hand
One more time
Tell me you love me and I’m on your mind
Adeline,
You’ll do just fine
If you say to me
I’m gonna love you tenderly
Light another cigarette
Let it burn away
You and I were something back in our day
Looking out the window
Feels like life is flying by
Driving real slow, all alone, old songs on the radio
God Damn,
Take me by the hand
One more time
Tell me you love me and I’m on your mind
Adeline,
You’ll do just fine
If you say to me
I’m gonna love you tenderly
Well some days it ain’t that easy
Other days it ain’t that bad
Well some days it ain’t that easy
Most days I say “God Damn”
God Damn,
Take me by the hand
One more time
Tell me you love me and I’m on your mind
Adeline,
You’ll do just fine
If you say to me
I’m gonna love you tenderly
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2. |
One Beer at a Time
04:34
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The first come like rain
The next one it comes like a flood
And the last like a wave, crashing down upon the shore
Spend my last dollar
To pay off all of my debt
Well they take all my money, life’s a payday for everyone else
I couldn’t catch a break, like a runaway train
I couldn’t catch a cold in the winter rain
I couldn’t hold your hand, if you put it in mine
But life’s getting better, one beer at a time
Punch that time clock
Right down to my very last breath
That clock keeps on ticking, and I’m one day closer to death
Sun shining outdoors
But I just can’t get out of bed
That smoke and that drinking, it’s going straight to my head
I couldn’t catch a break, like a runaway train
I couldn’t catch a cold in the winter rain
I couldn’t hold your hand, if you put it in mine
But life’s getting better, one beer at a time
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3. |
Maybe
03:25
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I ain’t never been one for games
But I been a long time for you
The bottom of a bottle, such a lonely place
Always reminds me of your face
Maybe it’s the weed
Maybe it’s the wine
Maybe it’s the beer, I got a nice shine
Maybe it’s the breeze, blowing right on time
Maybe it’s you mama, just on my mind
Well the sun goes down these evenings
Burns like a fire in the sky
I think it knows that you’re leaving
That’s just the way that it cries
Maybe it’s the weed
Maybe it’s the wine
Maybe it’s the beer, I got a nice shine
Maybe it’s the breeze, blowing right on time
Maybe it’s you mama, just on my mind
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4. |
Best Thing I Never Had
04:16
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If I were an island,
And you were a ship
You just passed by, I let you slip
Since you been gone, I felt so damn bad
You were the best thing, I never had
If I were a captain,
And you were the sea
Set sail in the morning, catch a ride on the breeze
I’d weather your storm, keep myself warm
You were the best thing, I never had
If I were a station,
And you were a train
I’d wait out all night, In the pouring rain
I’d wait on the track, for you to come back
You were the best thing, I never had
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5. |
Bent Outta Shape
03:37
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When I say I love you,
You know I do
Why’s another man trying to make love to you?
Don’t you want me,
In the middle of the night?
When the water’s flowing and the river’s high?
I’m bent out of shape,
All over you
Smoking a moonbeam,
Drink from a stream
Visions of loving, in my dreams
My mind caves inward,
I can hardly crawl
I don’t want a spoonful, I want it all
I’m bent out of shape,
All over you
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6. |
26 Bucks
05:41
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Time wasted, ain’t time at all
I couldn’t face you, I was feeling small
It moved fast like the bullet from a gun, it burned hot like a Texas sun
It cooled off like an evening rain, it burned out like a candle flame
Remembering me and you and your cowboy boots,
26 bucks and a pick-up truck
Driving south couldn’t shut my mouth,
You just shrugged turned the radio up
High off my ass and I lost the stash,
Under the floorboard of the Ford
Guess that’s just the way things go,
Love somebody got to tell them so
I was long gone, by the time you woke
I’m trying to remember, the last words we spoke
Said the Rooster to the Hen, “Why’d you stay out all night again?”
“Well,” the Hen said to the Rooster, “You don’t make love to me like you used to.”
Remembering me and you and your cowboy boots,
26 bucks and a pick-up truck
Driving south couldn’t shut my mouth,
You just shrugged turned the radio up
High off my ass and I lost the stash,
Under the floorboard of the Ford
Guess that’s just the way things go,
Love somebody got to tell them so
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7. |
Flowers
05:07
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I got tired
Of being let down
Of feeling set down, on a shelf
So, I figured I’d skip town
It’s just bringing me down
Get the hell out,
Blow my brain on a train
Well I know, nobody gonna bring flowers for me
Where was my mind
I weren’t sure
I was in rare form, even for me
Whiskey, wine, cocaine, weed, and some pills
I was filled to the gills
Flying higher than hell
Well I know, nobody gonna bring flowers for me
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8. |
Beer for Breakfast
04:50
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Don’t suffer fools
Bend the rules
A carpenter’s only good as his tools
Don’t count your money
Before it comes in
Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve, got to keep it hid
Life feels like a movie,
Everything is so confusing
I’m trying to get back home to you, if it’s the last thing that I do
Waking up early
Getting up slow
Well these days, that’s just the way things go
Couple of key bumps
In the bathroom stall
Can’t get high, If you’re afraid to fall
Life feels like a movie,
Everything is so confusing
I’m trying to get back home to you, if it’s the last thing that I do
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9. |
Little Jaxie
04:48
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Easy on the eyes, not easy on the mind
But you were loving
Fuck me up inside, got to read between the lines
Is that what you’re wanting?
I remember down at Hirshman's Pond, we was getting it on in that tall grass
You were coming on way to strong, I was too far gone, wasn’t built to last
Back to the saloon, in the afternoon
Or it could have been sundown
I can just assume, you’ll brush me off like a broom
And it’s a bit of a letdown
I remember in the back of the restaurant, in the corner of the parking lot, wishing I was sober
But I was a drunkard’s prayer, you were just standing there, I knew it was over
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Farrow and the Peach Leaves Nevada City, California
Based out of Nevada City, California, Farrow and the Peach Leaves have chiseled out their own unique brand of Americana, Blues, Rock and Country all packaged in a versatile getup composed of thick blues guitars, locomotive rhythm, and seventies country rock overtones. ... more
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