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Adeline
04:30
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Adeline leaned against a table
Barely able to stand
Couple empty wine bottles
Lit cigarette in her hand
She said, “It’s three A.M.
Do we have to talk right now?
Something tells me you ain’t gonna put this down.
Yeah I’ve been turning to the wine more these days,
What you want me to say?”
Call me a banjo
Cause I don’t mind getting played
As long as it’s your fingers
Pulling the strings
If I was a liar, I would not tell the truth
Cause there ain’t nothing left here for me and you
Adeline slammed the screen door
Sat out on the front porch
Sunrise rolling in
I should have let her cool down
But I’m a fool now
And I always play to win
I said, “Ain’t it like you to make a man feel small
Do you love anything like tobacco and alcohol?
I know life ain’t easy and you had it rough.
I had enough."
Call me a banjo
Cause I don’t mind getting played
As long as it’s your fingers
Pulling the strings
If I was a liar, I would not tell the truth
Cause there ain’t nothing left here for me and you
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2. |
All Blue
03:07
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I like watermelon, in the summertime
I like when my uncle gives me homemade wine
But I don’t get to choose
Your love’s like a stain
Don’t mean to complain
When you’re up on the mountain
Rain fall like a fountain
I’m all blue
When you’re high in the saddle, got to tighten your reigns
When you’re down in the valley, I’m flying high on a plane
But I don’t get to choose
Your love’s like a stain
Don’t mean to complain
When you’re up on the mountain
Rain fall like a fountain
I’m all blue
Don’t mean to complain
When you’re up on the mountain
Rain fall like a fountain
I’m all blue
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3. |
When You Find It
04:04
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Feelin like the 70’s at the time
But it was more like the blind leading blindly
You were speaking softly to me,
Whispering what I needed to hear loudly
I was sinking low,
To find a love like yours I knew
I’d have to climb
I was like some worn out jeans
You came in and you sewed up every seam
Things that never mattered much
Suddenly meant everything to me
Now you raise me up to find
A love I always wanted
In my mind
You’ll know true love when you find it
Well then the 7’s come 11’s only
And our love was rolling on through the years
If my heart’s the engine, your hand’s the wheel
I can get us there, I just think you’ll have to steer
Now I’ve finally found a love
To last forever and ever
On and on
You’ll know true love when you find it
Well you found it, yes you did
Well you found it, yes you did
And you finally found it, yes you did
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4. |
Buttermilk Brine
03:01
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I like black coffee
Take honey in my tea
She’s loving everybody
Nobody’s loving me
I’m looking for someone
To treat me nice and kind
Makes me fried chicken
Buttermilk in the brine
Anyway that you construe it
You know that I could use you tonight
You said you’re gonna do it
With your eyes wide open this time
Any old day now
I’m gonna find the time
Grow me up a garden
Pick it right off the vine
The moon shone down like headlights
Cutting through the fog
Me and my old lady
Living high on the hog
Anyway that you construe it
You know that I could use you tonight
You said you’re gonna do it
With your eyes wide open this time
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5. |
Madrid Sky
05:59
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As you walk down the stairs
The sun in your hair, golden miles
The thunder of a sound
World spinning round, fall the leaves
With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky
Forged friendships in the field
The sun refused to yield, brown the skin
Sold our secrets to the sand
And they slipped through our hands, gone the time
With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky
The King and the Queen
Were walking alone, hard to breathe
Stole time from the gods
As they laid in the park, afternoon
With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky
In the Palace of the Sun
You handed the gun off to me
Rode to Aranjuez
Felt the fear in our chests as we moved
Rode trains to the sea
Walked the city streets made of stone
I thought we might freeze
On a beach in Cadiz, you and me
In a dream
With you I could die
Under a Madrid sky
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6. |
Hole in my Boot
03:35
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Got a hole in my boot
Where the rain come in
You’ll never know the shape I’m in
Got a hole in my roof
Where the sun shines through
It don’t warm me up like you do
Let your love shine down with a little happiness
Cause all I got now is loneliness
If you’re gonna walk away, you gotta let me know
Don’t want to be the last train going down the line
Thinking on heading up to Reno
Try and change my luck
Got a rocket in my pocket and 26 bucks
Smoking and drinking
Rolling them dice
Feeling right at home under the neon lights
Let your love shine down with a little happiness
Cause all I got now is loneliness
If you’re gonna walk away, you gotta let me know
Don’t want to be the last train going down the line
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7. |
Done With It
03:58
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Pulled into Carson City
Little Brother on my mind
He said, “The road is a feeling.
But your path, is so hard to find”
I’ve been a mover, and I’ve been a bloomer
Sitting on the vine
I ain’t got a leg to stand on
Got to make higher ground
Ain’t it funny how listening
Is just waiting around on a sound
Well you either run like a river,
Or stand tall like a mountain
We just get
The same thing
Again and again and again
You can have this one
I’m done with it
A confederacy of dunces
Comes dancing across my T.V. screen
They all make bets on hunches
They ain’t a thing like you or me
They only care about the status quo
Fuckin’ CEOs of oil companies
We just get
The same thing
Again and again and again
You can have this one
I’m done with it
You can have this one
I’m done with it
You can have this one
It’s all bullshit
You can take this one,
I’m done with it
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8. |
Bell Rung
04:06
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I was drinking PBRs
With some buddies at the bar
Late on a Friday night
We was hunting bluebirds
In our pearl-snap shirts
Feeding money to the juke-box
I saw that lady
named Cocaine Katy
Had a new fella spending his bread
So I walked up to the fool
Sitting in his stool
And I dumped a beer on his head
I got my bell rung
Think I bit off a chunk of my tongue
I got my bell rung
Think I might be drunk
Well I gotta thank God
For Mushroom Bob
Had the dude up against the wall
He had the feller by the collar
Everybody heard him holler,
Just who did he think he was?
The dude get to poutin’
Cocaine Katy get to shoutin’
So we run em right out the bar
We come in off the streets
To the wind like three sheets
And we drink another PBR
I got my bell rung
Song already been sung
I got my bell rung, I think I might be drunk
Why, despite every single lie
Do I go back to see her again
I’m trying denying everything inside
And I’m looking for a new best friend
Katy’s a habit and I kicked it
Told her where to stick it
Now I’m happy as a clam
I’m living on the road
Not doing what I’m told
With my buddies in the band
I got my bell rung
Song already been sung
I got my bell rung, I think I might get drunk
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9. |
The River
06:51
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Smiles on faces all turned to frowns
Just the same as me, or at least how I feel now
Ain’t it like rich folks to turn their backs on a town
Buying up hotels and then shutting them down
Lonesome feeling sinking in
Looking back on a life filled with sin
But you can’t trade in your sword for a pen
Besides, wouldn’t recognize myself, so who would I be then?
The River keeps on flowing downstream
Tall Trees bend but don’t break in the breeze
Women, they will bring you to your knees
But the River keeps on flowing downstream
It gets so hard for people to change their ways
But we all move along one of these old days
A smile is returning to your face
I wish a feeling like this could last always
The River keeps on flowing downstream
Tall Trees bend but don’t break in the breeze
Women, they will bring you to your knees
But the River keeps on flowing downstream
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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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