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ANGELINE
06:19
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Picked a bone from the river headed downstream.
I took it as a gift from whomever picked it clean.
Sometimes, man, that's all you get - a big used to've been;
and that's one thing that still chews me up
is about Angeline.
So long, Angeline.
It took me a half of my life to realize you'd loved me.
Now that you're gone it might take me the rest to come clean,
so I'm warning you just one more time to stay out of my dreams.
Now and then you and I would have our fights
where we'd cut up or split up and find someone else for a night.
Did you want me honest or just wanted me out of spite?
Well, it didn't feel so wrong, I guess, but it didn't feel right.
The things folks in town say about me -- they're all true.
I go drinking alone and fall out chasing after the moon.
I've been begging around corners and trying locked handles of doors.
And I've been mistak(en)ing you for someone I should be looking for.
So if you've got any more bones to pick, then you pick them with me
or else we'll keep moving along like a well-oiled machine.
But you don't have to look too close to see i'm just running on steam
(and the one thing that still steams me up...)
So long, Angeline.
It took me a half of my life to realize you'd loved me.
Now that you're gone it might take me the rest to come clean,
so I'm warning you just one more time to stay out of my dreams.
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THE BURIAL
04:16
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The devil is at my windowsill
The devil is in my yard
Take me with you, Father, I can hear him breathing hard
For a life of leisure I have sacrificed my soul
Satan's waiting for me a little further down the road
I tell you this is confidence, that I am a feeble man
but in my final hour I hold out my wicked hand
Are you listening, Father? I am doing what i'm told
I feel the weight of my life, can you help me bare the load?
I have a sickness down in the pit of me
I never thought my deeds would stick with me
Let me in your favor now (who ain't a sinner, anyhow?)
I can see a shadow sweeping all across the sky
Something is lurking in the bloodshot corner of my eye
Why have you forsaken this man in his time of need?
To hell with you for leaving
Now it's down to Hell for me
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THE BURIAL PT.II
05:35
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Standing here with my two feet off the ground
Ain't no savior's love can save me now
Digging in the dirt where I will lay
Lost everything I owned except my name
Way down low the Earth is mighty cold
Darkness from where I come to where I go
Salt the earth around my wicked tomb
Only dirt from dirt and doom from doom
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It is a gentleman's agreement to drink and not talk. I've had a hard day and now my brain is going soft. Living like I am living is not done for a lark. My poor body has been aching from the dawn until the dark. I am laying out my message just as clear as they come. I take my licks, and pay my dues, and toil, and groan. You play around and lay around all day in your home and at night you go cavorting with your girls and your boys. I do not spare a second for the fussing and noise. If you are forgetful I will bring you back to square one. When I get to heaven and I meet my Lord, I'm going to get to work so I do not get bored. A man is measured only by the ways that he has paved. There is no reward for any sweating you save. Let them say of me when all my living is done:
I was not born to have fun.
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HELL OF A MAN
03:47
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I'm a hell of a man,
and when you look into my eyes you see how far down in Hell i am.
Know:
that my thoughts are selfish, that my mind is dull.
when I am upon you I don't know right from wrong.
I possess all of the evil my demeanor betrays.
The Lord, he will giveth. I will taketh away.
I point my hate like an arrow, point it right in your eye.
Are you willing to test me? Pull my string and I'll fire.
Know:
that when you have seen me, then the end will appear.
that if you are listening there is room for you here.
I'm a hell of a man,
and when you look into my eyes you see how far down in Hell i am.
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SIT N' CRY
03:29
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I clean the bottles from the table and pull the shade down on the light.
I put away all I was able, now all that's left to do is sit and cry.
Not long ago, you were my darling -- my only friend left on the Earth -- and I never dreamed that we'd be parting (and I still don't for what it's worth).
I've got your letter on my pillow. It said your love had been a lie.
Now my heart is heavy as a headstone and all that's left to do is sit and cry.
If I could sing you one more love song to try to prove my love was true I'd sing it until my lungs were empty. But would it mean a single thing to you?
So just once more I'll say, "I love you". It's one more until the bottle is dry.
I'll spend my whole life thinking of you now all that's left to do is sit and cry.
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SORROWFUL BLUES
02:32
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Sorrow why do you come to me? Leave me until tomorrow, sorrow. Leave me be.
Misery, building up like snow. Feeling, you fill me. It chills me to my bones.
Lonesome, old lonesome, I know you the best. I fear that I'll be lonesome until the day I'm laid to rest. I said, sorrow, leave me be.
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YONDER MOUNTAIN
02:10
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I'm going out to where I know I can't be found
If I should ever hear your voice again I'd fall upon the ground.
I've tried to hide my shame but (I) know I won't. Please say that you forgive me even if you don't.
Up on yonder mountain air is thin. I need to clear my head of all the thoughts of mortal men.
I'm going out to where I know I can't be found because the only place that's good for me is with nothing else around.
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BUCKET OF TEARS
04:04
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The only music in this house that plays anymore is
the whistling of the kettle on the range.
And just like me it's high and lonesome,
and though they say it ain't supposed to,
I'm always feeling like it's just about to rain.
Someone painted shut all of the windowsills and
someone hung a little Jesus on the wall.
Sometimes I do a little sweeping
like I'm dancing on the weekend.
Me, Myself, and I -- we have a ball.
I'm sending this postcard because I wish you were here,
but I might as well be shouting all of my prayers into space.
Watering flowers with a bucket of tears.
It happens off and on that everything goes wrong and I can hardly tie my shoes or comb my hair.
But when everything is right and I can sleep all through the night then I find that life a bit too ordinaire.
And I guess it isn't news
that I would get the blues-so-bad-that-I'd-be-fixin'-for-to-die.
But i'm just rocking in my chair
not getting anywhere
so come and visit anytime you'd like.
I'm sending this postcard because I wish you were here,
but I might as well be shouting all of my prayers into space.
Watering flowers with a bucket of tears.
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SIPPIN' WHISKEY
01:26
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A man who walks by day will not stumble, for he sees by this world's light. It is when he walks by night that he stumbles, for he has no light.
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