1. |
My Usual
03:37
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Hello testament of the old times
Hey all you good folk and your children
Hey all you riders of the main line downtown
I got somethin for ya!
Hey doctor, doctor, what's my number?
This is a psychological situation
But wait a minute, I don't wanna lose my thunder, no
Don't need your calculations
Cause I've been workin on a book
On all my tendencies and habits
Maybe you should give it a read
Cause nobody likes surprises
And if you ever catch my eyes
Looking up at you, you'll know just what you're feeling
(Chorus)
You can call it my usual, my friend
The understanding is mutual
It's everything I promised it would be
The wide eyes, the open arms,
The hopin to God she thinks I'm charming
Same thing since '93
Hey there, Ms. Wilson and hey Big Rudy
It's high time I told you I love your daughter
The way she talks about your place out on the water
Oh I love her, yes I love her
Oh yes I do
Cause I've been workin on this song
And fifteen more, but ten were wrong
Oh I wish that you could see just what I mean
I promise you that once you get it
You won't need another minute
And, cross your fingers,
Neither will she
Chorus
You can call it my usual, my friend x3
And it's the same thing since '90, same thing since '93
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2. |
In My Library
04:25
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Slam my bedroom door
Oh, seven years or more it’s been
I find myself searching through my closets and my drawers,
And secret candy tins.
Fumbling through the pages,
Yellowed with age are the records I keep
Full of pretty faces, jottings and erases rests my library
(Chorus)
Oh I don’t want to put you in my library
With those old forgotten songs
I don’t want to put you in my library where the dust belongs
I want to build a house out of you
A home,
A place to stay
I want to weather the winter with you
I don’t want to put you away
Oh I bet you know the feeling
When you’re weak, defeated by loneliness
Scrolling through your address book for the person of your dreams
And every single eye you catch
Could just be another photograph
Yeah that was me and you,
But your color bled through and now I’m praying for the real thing
Chorus
(Bridge)
There's patterns in the carpet
Stickers on the wall
Crumpled up love notes
Rubber band balls
Chronicles and histories
Shoulda-beens and oughts
Broken CD cases
Guilty thoughts
Repeat Bridge
(Extended Chorus)
Oh I don’t want to put you in my library
With those old forgotten songs.
I don’t want to put you in my library where the dust belongs.
I wanna build a house out of you,
Wanna hold you at night,
I wanna look in your eyes
Where the future’s so bright.
I wanna lay down the timber,
The bricks and the clay
For a lifetime with you.
Chorus
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3. |
Stella
03:22
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Stella
Mama bella
Drove up from Texas with a big old umbrella
Was it the weather that you couldn't stand?
Or was it a man?
Oh when I met you
I couldn't let you go
Spent the night beggin' for your hand to hold
It was the summer time
But you were so cold
(Chorus)
Oh honey why'd you have to come my way?
I wish LA could be a bigger town
You're a lioness
In a tight black dress
And I could wait right here forever til you come around
Oh Stella let me be your fella when you come around
Oh Stella
You want me offa your line
Keep tryin to tell me I don't want ya
You know that every glance you steal
Makes it real, real hard to ignore ya
Chorus
Stella
You're doing well, I hear
It sure is nice to finally see you again
You know I ain't gone nowhere
After all these long and lonesome years
Stella let me be your fella when you come-a
Stella let me be your fella when you come-a
Stella let me be your fella when you come around
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4. |
Heartbeat Like A Train
04:06
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Where's the barley, where's the grain?
Where are the mountains and the plains?
What is the meaning of my name?
And why does my heart beat like a train?
Where's Ralph Stanley, where is Bill Monroe
When you're fillin' up at the Get 'n Go?
You can barely hear Springsteen on the radio
Driving through the birthplace of rock 'n roll
Why does my heart beat like a train?
Why does my heart beat like a train?
See, me and my friend Lee, we can't explain
Why there'll never be enough songs about cocaine
And I wish that you coulda seen the look on his face
When I told him about the woman
Who keeps my heart beating like a train
(Refrain)
But why does my heart
Why does my heart
Why does my heart
Oh honey, why does my heart
Why does my heart beat like a train?
x2
And you know that I've grown tired of those same old refrains
These new millennium campfires ain't the same
And the simplest phrases, how they wrack my brain
But honey my heart still beats just like a train...
Refrain
Why does my heart beat like a train?
Why does my heart beat like a train?
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5. |
Burnin'
03:19
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There he is
Seventeen
He's got it goin', yeah, he's got it goin'
He's got a lady, he's got an automobile
He's on the way to a better place
He's in the money, yeah, he's in the money
He's got a plane ticket and the American dream
Ticket stubs and posters sticking to the wall
A brand new guitar that he got last fall
And a mirror on the door that's a window to the Hollywood Bowl
(Chorus)
And he's burnin'
Burnin' like he's on the radio.
x2
Little brother, little sister
He's gonna miss 'em, yeah, he's gonna miss 'em
But hold on, this ain't the hour for the final goodbye
Now it's just pedal to the metal,
Balls to the wall,
Muscle out a lyric when the muses call
And he'll be damned if he didn't write the next great American song
Chorus
Every single day since he was seven years old
Closed his eyes, sang into the door
And it's the same old goosebumps hittin' with the final note
Chorus
Chorus
Burnin' like he's on the radio....
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I am writing this song on a mandolin
In fact, it's the first time
And so is the way I'm admitting to falling for you on a whim
When I knew you just needed a friend
You asked me, "Is there something that I've done wrong?"
You said, "It can't be my makeup, for I have none on"
And I laughed and said, "No, it's not one thing you've done"
No it certainly isn't just one
(Chorus)
Well, oh me, oh my
Now I know you've heard this one before
But I'd rather be
Singin' one more song about a woman
Than be crying on your floor
From a stairwell to an airplane window seat
I knew I'd be a sucker
For everything that you said
To that young couple's baby ahead
And the unspoken dreams of your sleep
Chorus
Cause I'd be crying...
Now it's time that I leave you alone
Cause I ain't a good friend, and you know it
But if you change your mind
And start wandering by my door...
Well I'd be singin'...
Chorus
Chorus
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