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Bluebird
04:05
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Where I’m from the sun gets tired
It sleeps while I’m awake
I’ve succumb to my desires
The least of my mistakes
Jaws are knocking
The walls are talking
The word is on the street
The rumors are milling
The secrets are spilling
They drop beneath the eaves
I fear you’ve heard
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
She got a quick hand
She’s the sweetest thing
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
Where I’m from the sun gets tired
It settles in the trees
See the last of the day’s glow casted astray
On the nettles and the leaves
Stars ashine, light sparks the pine
To the dark of my mind I go
Fraught and baneful, my thoughts are tangled
So I will take them slow
These are my last words
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
I feel her quicksand
There, below my feet
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
Feel your heart beat slow
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
Rattle the tin can
I should’ve clipped her wings
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
I got a bluebird
She make a sound like fire
She got a new perch
She got a crown of briar
I seen her ghost dance
Somewhere, in between
She got a new man
He got a golden ring
There is a frame up on the wall and in between
Lies a picture of your face
It illuminates the room all night
With a low french marigold glow
Feel your heart beat slow
Everything will be alright
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2. |
Rock That Boat
02:38
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Oh girl
I don’t wanna rock that boat
I don’t wanna shake that tree
You know your boat might sink
You know your tree might bow
Oh Girl
I don’t wanna play that fool
I don’t wanna make no waves
No matter what they say
I’m gonna keep my cool
I never wanna see you go
Oh Girl
I don’t wanna shake that tree
I don’t wanna rock that boat
You know your tree might bow
You know your boat might sink
Oh girl
I don’t wanna see you go
I don't wanna watch you leave
But if it's got to be
Oh I’ll be all alone
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There’s a place
It’s not too far away
Where the boats don’t go
I’ve heard them say
It even likes to eat the planes
But does it, I don’t know
But if the sea swallowed my
If the sea ever swallowed my baby
If the sea swallowed my baby
I would dive into the depths
And hold my breath
‘til none was left
That’s if the sea ever swallowed my baby
I've seen them depart
And it breaks my heart
When they don't come home
Seas got rough
And the ocean opened up
And then it swallowed them whole
But if the sea swallowed my
If the sea ever swallowed my baby
If the sea swallowed my baby
I would dive into the depths
And hold my breath
‘til none was left
That’s if the sea ever swallowed my baby
If the sea swallowed my
If the sea ever swallowed my baby
If the sea swallowed my baby
I would sink into the dark
And come to rest between your arms
That's if the sea ever swallowed my baby
There’s a place
It’s not too far away
Where the boats don’t go
I’ve heard them say
It even likes to eat the planes
But does it, I don’t know
But if the sea swallowed my
If the sea ever swallowed my baby
If the sea swallowed my baby
Throw myself into the waves
And then we’d meet and float away
That's if the sea ever swallowed my baby
If the sea swallowed my
If the sea ever swallowed my baby
If the sea swallowed my baby
I would dive into the depths
And hold my breath
‘til none was left
That’s if the sea ever swallowed my baby
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4. |
The Weight
04:39
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I was born in the canebrake
Shovel in hand
Lookin’ for the strawboss
In the firedamp
The pillar's been robbed and
The tipples brim
Oh, the air grows colder
And the lamp’s light dims
Deep in the coal bed
Where the songbird sleeps
The cribs are crying
And the Earth, it bleeds
But down in the canebrake
Some happy day
I’ll serenade her
And this is what I’ll say
Come my love, come
My boat lies low
I’m high and dry on The Ohio
Come my love, come
Won’t you come along with me
And I’ll take you down to Tennessee
I was born in the canebrake
To a yellow moon
Out by the old mill
In the collier’s tomb
The walls are working
And the cage it creaks
Oh, the timbers moan and
The widows weep
The kettle’s creeping
And the brow hangs low
Muscle and blood
And skin and bone
But down in the canebrake
With an angel’s psalm
I’ll serenade her
And this’ll be my song
Come my love, come
My boat lies low
I’m high and dry on The Ohio
Come my love, come
Won’t you come along with me
And I’ll take you down to Tennessee
I was born in the canebrake
Shovel in hand
Lookin’ for the strawboss
In the firedamp
The walls are working
And the cage it creaks
Oh, the timbers moan and
The widows weep
Deep in the coal bed
Where the songbird sleeps
The cribs are crying
And the Earth, it bleeds
But she’ll be waiting
By the cabin door
With a pose so comely
That I’ll say once more
Come my love, come
My boat lies low
I’m high and dry on The Ohio
Come my love, come
Won’t you come along with me
And I’ll take you down to Tennessee
I told her, it’s the weight
The weight of all the world
I can feel it as it all begins to gently leave me now
Lord, and it’s the weight
The weight of all the world
I can feel it as it all begins to gently leave me now
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5. |
Shoot Me Dead
03:40
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The stars have aligned
With you and I in kind
My heart’s in quite a bind
So it’s been for quite a time
It’s here I wither
In the belly of the man of wicker
Sell me up the river
Put your finger on the trigger
You could shoot me in the arm
You could shoot me in the leg
You could shoot me in the heart
You could shoot me in the chest
You could shoot me in the face
You could shoot me in the head
You could shoot me dead
You could tear me all apart
You could free me from the flesh
You could shoot me to the stars
You could shoot until I beg
You could turn my world dark
You could lay me down to rest
What am I to do?
You could shoot me dead
Gone beyond repair
I sought the cross I bear
The pill is bitter
In the belly of the man of wicker
Recall the safety of the cradle in the manger
Now the world is full of danger
Fate is rapping at my chamber door
You could shoot me in the arm
You could shoot me in the leg
You could shoot me in the heart
You could shoot me in the chest
You could shoot me in the place
Where you love best
You could fill me full of lead
You could give the powder spark
You could wet me up a mess
You could show me all your scars
You could shoot ‘til I confess
You could cry for what was ours
You could tell me I’m a wretch
What am I to do?
You could shoot me dead
You could tear me all apart
(Oh, oh, bullet and bone)
You could free me from the flesh
You could shoot me to the stars
You could shoot until I beg
You could turn my world dark
You could lay me down to rest
What am I to do?
You could fill me full of lead
You could give the powder spark
You could wet me up a mess
You could show me all your scars
You could shoot ‘til I confess
You could cry for what was ours
You could tell me I’m a wretch
What am I to do?
You could shoot me dead
Fate is rapping at my chamber door
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6. |
Blood In The Water
03:15
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Stare at the sun
Stare at the sun
We’ll drop the bomb
But they’ve already won
I’ve never killed before
I bet it’s fun
The blood is in the water
I feel it getting hotter
I’m just a little man
A little man
I count my dead with my head in the sand
Nobody cries no more
Nobody can
The blood is in the water
The fields are full of potters and I…
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could...
Go on and jump
Go on and jump
We’re at the gallow now
We’re good as hung
Unman the oars
The boat’s already sunk
The blood is in the water
They’re cannons
We’re the fodder
I come a dime a dozen
I come a dime a dozen
Lay me to bed with my head in the oven
Yea, I’m gonna die but, hell
I never wasn’t
The blood is in the water
They’ve led me to the slaughter and I…
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could fly
They’re on the hunt
The dogs are on the hunt
You sealed your fate
It’s too late to bite your tongue
It won’t be long now
I hear the drums
The blood is in the water
Succumb to the marauders
I’ll burn it down
I’ll burn it down
They gave me nothing
So I’ll settle accounts
You cry for help but
They let you drown
They whelm you in the water
Then hold you in like cotter pins, I…
I feel that I could fly
I feel that I could fly
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