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Townie
03:55
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I was born here in Chelsea 1973
To my father Willian Ray and my mother Ann Marie
They were born here too and they lived here all their lives
I was born a townie and a townie I will die
I started at Saint Mary's learning right from wrong
From Sister Teresa and Father Jesus Calderon
I kissed my first girl and I fought my first fight
I was born a townie and a townie I will die
The Army wouldn’t have me said that I was burnt
So I wandered around looking for steady work
I got a job at the plant working the over night
I was born a townie and a townie I will die
I married my sweet heart Virginia Lynn
We had a son we named him Jerry we had a daughter we named her Jenn
We got a house down on the creek where the salt is piled high
I was born a townie and a townie I will die
When I’m lying on my death bed a man done got old
At Shawmut and Chester won’t you lay down my bones
There in the Garden until the end of time
I was born a townie and a townie I will die
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2. |
Closer
03:29
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I was wondering
Through the valley
And through the moon light
Trying to find a way
Through the sorrow and the fear in my heart
Now I’m getting closer to the way things really are
The I came upon
A steady mountain
I started climbing
And when I reached the top
The Road went on and I stumbled in the dark
Now I’m getting closer to the way things really are
Forget yourself
Forget the future
forget the past
Forget the sun forget the moon
Oh the pain, the pain is just too hard
When you’re getting closer to the way things really are
The winds of fortune
The blaze of glory
The seeds of wisdom
They pick me up and put me down
If you need me turn your hand and show your cards
Cause I’m getting closer to the way things really are
Beware of failure
Beware of strangers
Beware of sickness
The tides of change are gonna come
Baby it’s alright you can let down your guard
Cause I’m getting closer to the way things really are
Here comes reason
Here comes fate
Here comes happiness
Quick you better run
Take shelter, sound the alarm
Cause I’m getting closer to the way things really are
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3. |
Suffer
03:59
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I hang my sorrow on a dusting broom
I swallow my grief with a wooden spoon
Valeri Valeri
Don’t you put that shit on me
Cause I do suffer
I do suffer
No I didn’t cry when your goldfish died
I don’t get upset when you run off and hide
And I don’t care if there ain’t no god
Though you might find it odd
I do suffer
I do suffer
I dance like a chicken and cry like a mule
I’ll just get out and walk if I run out of fuel
And it ain’t true honey what you think
Even though I never make a stink
I do suffer
I do suffer
I suffer in the dead of night
The way I feel just ain’t right
Dread catches me
Holds me down
Baby you can’t see
This old world is a mystery
I just leave it alone it don’t bother me
We are young we are old
Some are dirt some are gold
I do suffer
I do suffer
You say I’m cold and uneducated
I just don’t see the point in getting all agitated
The sun comes up and the sun goes down
The world keeps a spinning round
I do suffer
I do suffer
I suffer here where I lay
And the break of dawn is miles away
Shadows dance on my wall
Ain’t no light
Gonna kill em all
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4. |
Dead Man
03:30
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I was heading towards the sun
Heading down Rt 41
When something jumped and I did swerve
What happed next is all a blur
From the wreckage I did rise
Yes it was a big surprise
My heart it filled with fear and dread
Oh My god I think I’m dead
Up through the clouds and through the sky
Out beyond all space and time
I traveled for 10 years or more
And landed on a distant shore
A woman rose up from the fire
She said welcome what is your desire
With hair of black and lips of red
There ain’t nothing wrong with being dead
I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead
I’m a dead man
All the pain and all the strife
All the suffering in my life
I’d never do it all again
There ain’t nothing wrong with being dead
I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead
I’m a dead man
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5. |
Dig
03:55
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Wont you give me a hand
Digging that hole
Don’t ask why
You don’t need to know
We all make mistakes
I’ve made more than a few
It all started out
When I met you
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
Can I count on your trust
To help me dig that hole
It will be our secret
No one needs to know
Things will be different
At least that’s the plan
Gonna bury my troubles
Gonna be a new man
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
We got to did the hole deep
About 6 foot 4
Bury my trouble
Have trouble no more
So hand me that axe
Hand me that pale
A shovel and a six pack
Never going back to jail
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
Help me dig that hole
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6. |
Suffolk County Line
05:43
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Where the moonlight dances down the hill
And the stars on the river sit perfectly still
If you need me you know where you can find
My crooked little shack
On the Suffolk county line
The dogs are out back, the church bells ring
Little Billy is out playing on the old tire swing
My homestead there ain’t nothing quite as fine
I’m gonna stand my ground
On the Suffolk county line
You go down Main St. on the other side of town
Off through the woods up on higher ground
There’s an oak tree with your name next to mine
I found true love
On the Suffolk county line
There’s a fire burning in my soul
I swear by god I ain’t never gonna let it go
It’s just a feeling way down deep inside
I ain’t never gonna leave my home
On the Suffolk county line
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7. |
Corvette
02:55
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Lucy hit the gas, said we’re blowing this two-bit town
She nearly broke my neck when she slammed that pedal down
She said you ain’t seen nothing yet
And we took off in here blue Corvette
I rolled to a stop right next to a 63
There’s Jimmy just revving his engine looking over at me
He said do you want to make a bet
Then he took off in his blue Corvette
Looky here son there’s only one rule that you got to follow
If you wreck my car you won’t live to see tomorrow
He said you don’t have to break a sweat
And took off in his blue Corvette
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8. |
Ain't My Home
04:24
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I live up in a room
Two stories from the street
In a building made of bricks
In the 1970’s
There’s carpet on the floor 15 inches thick
There’s popcorn on the ceiling
Makes me king of sick
There’s one big window you can hear the city crying
I can hear cars screaming
I got fears creeping in
When I near the point of dreaming
The gears grind again
It wakes me from my slumber it takes me from my rest
The goddess of sanity shakes me from her breast
She throws me out into the streets with the leprechauns fighting
I don’t know how I got here
I don’t know how to fly
But I won’t just wait around here
Getting old before my time
Unshaven and unclean
swaying with the tide
Shaking in my bones
Aching for a sign
I’ll be taking up my soul
Starving in this land of plenty
This ain’t my home
No I ain't free
Why can't you see
Its misery
this ain’t my home
I guess I should a kept on moving
I could have been so free
Like a wooden soldier marching
Like a Buddha on the beach
I’d be sipping on a cocktail
I’d be skipping in the sand
I’d be grinning like a child
With candy in his hand
I’d be sending out postcards of sunsets wild and empty
I’d be sending out postcards of sunsets wild and empty
I’d be sending out postcards of sunsets wild and empty
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9. |
All I Know
04:41
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Rattlesnakes in the field
Crawdad in the creek
The tracks never end
And a toad never sleeps
I was born in Fort Worth a long time ago
And my father wore cowboy boots
That’s all I know
Got an ass named Jim
We plow the land
Carved the butt of this 44
With my own two hands
And we wake in the morn before the rooster crows
And my father wore cowboy boots
That’s all I know
Cold milk in my glass
Cornbread on my plate
Grammy’s good in the kitchen
And she walks with a cane
She’s like the San Joaquin, cool and slow
And my father wore cowboy boots
That’s all I know
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10. |
Road out of Here
04:48
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Go on if you’re gonna go
It doesn’t really matter what you came here for
I’ll see you again some other night
In some other town in some other life
On the road out of here
Nobody cares about your name
Nobody cares from where it is you came
I got a twenty-dollar bill and a pocket knife
A funny feeling things just ain’t right
On the road out of here
Dream mama dream
Go on break down and scream
This old world is full of sin
I said 1, 2, 3 and I’m coming in
On the road out of here
I got a Chevy grill in a shopping cart
I’ll make a couple of bucks down at the old scrap yard
I put in in collection down on Franklin St.
Where I can save my soul and move my feet
On the road out of here
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