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Bullets In My Back
02:48
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You sat, like a bandit queen,
Some B-grade Belle Starr.
In your hand, a half-smoked cigarette,
and you wove the bar lights in your hair
Over all the trails you rode with me
Valleys deep, canyons wide
I looked, but I did not see
The weapon concealed by your side.
CH: And now the final reel is run
Credits roll, and fade to black.
I hold your memory like a charm
And I carry your bullets in my back.
I found his letter by your bed,
My heart kicked like a phantom limb.
I asked about the things he said
But you circled your wagons, you and him.
It’s a hurt that will not heal
A debt, that can never be repaid,
A stacked deck, a bottom deal,
A loving heart betrayed.
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Rising Tide
02:35
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Better get up, better get moving
Better prepare your soul,
Hold yourself in readiness
To heed that final call.
Here today, gone tomorrow
Lesson too late to learn.
You sit inside your palaces
And watch your kingdom burn.
CH: A rising tide’s gonna come for you
Four wild winds gonna blow
Hear the whirlwind call your name
You reap just what you sow.
You’ve got gold, you’ve got timber
You’ve got oil and coal.
Nor profit you by any of these
If you should lose your soul.
Sowing seeds of darkness
A plague upon the land
The witness of false prophets
Surely speeds the devil’s hand.
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Whippoorwill
04:12
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The yellow of the wintersweet tells of coming spring
In summertime, how greenly it grows!
Yet so soon its beauty fades, falling from the limbs
Covered by the cold December snow.
CH: Hey, whippoorwill,
A promise that time will fulfil,
A song from just out of sight.
Whose name will you call tonight?
Young girls’ hearts are yellow flowers that blossom in the wood,
How tenderly they greet the brightening day!
But when the early blooms are plucked, their fragrance quickly fades
As faithless love will swiftly steal away.
My daughter loved a travellin’ man who came here with the spring
She loved him with a passion like the sun.
He left her crushed and broken with a child that never lived,
And went without a care for what he’d done.
A mother’s heart cannot forgive the ruin of her child
Nor the careless cruelty of man.
I will seek his hiding place, throughout the wide green earth
And down into the caverns of the damned.
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4. |
Gold Watch and Chain
03:30
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5. |
Big Old Love
04:02
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You picked a fight again last night. Somehow I still find it strange
That all the love I have for you is not enough to make you change.
The dawning memory of the night before makes it hard to face the day,
I can’t live without you darlin’, but I can’t live this way.
CH: People say I oughtta leave, but there’s something they don’t know
This little house, this little town, this big old love won’t let me go.
I clean the dirty dishes in the sink, pick up the bottles by your chair,
Sometimes right before I fall asleep, I wonder what I’m doing here.
We fight and then stop speaking and the children know that something isn’t right,
Last week they asked their granny, why have Mum and Daddy gone so quiet?
I dreamed there was a white room that was peaceful, safe and clean,
No more lies and broken promises, regrets about the way things might have been.
But I’ve loved you for so many years, I can’t picture life alone,
And how could I just walk away and leave the four of us without a home?
Es que ya no me quieres o que nuestra vida ya te aburre?
Qué cosa hace que trates así a nuestro amor?
Tendrás tus razones aunque cuáles son yo nunca lo sabré,
I can’t live without you darlin’, but I can’t live this way.
[Is it that you don’t love me, or that our life together bores you now?
What is it that makes you treat our love this way?
I guess you have your reasons, though I’ll never undertand what they are,
I can’t live without you darlin’, but I can’t live this way.]
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6. |
Little Maggie
03:00
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7. |
Clinch Mountain Home
03:38
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8. |
Once In a While
02:55
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We’ll drive up the country for a couple of days
And leave it all behind
The child in the backseat sleeping sound
The highway unwinds in an unbroken line
CH: Baby once in a while,
Watching the light upon your face
Baby once in a while,
Knowing not what I do, I stumble into a state of grace
Salt water will lift us from the sand
Beneath the deepest sky.
Our bodies are flying in the waves;
A kestrel is floating, way up high.
When the party is done, our friends are gone
The fire’s burned to coals,
The last of the whisky’s in the glass,
A blanket around us for the cold.
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9. |
Pass Me By
02:20
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10. |
Caroline
03:16
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In a place in between memory and dreams
she wakes up, puts her feet on the ground,
Pulls on her clothes, drinks her coffee, and knows
That she’s spent her last night in this town.
CH: The rising light of dawn seems to call her,
She can’t believe she’s been so long away.
Something in the morning seems to open like a door,
Caroline is going home today.
It’s been seven years and more since she walked out that door
Chasing luck, and a place to belong.
Mama tried to make her stay, but she found her own way
And the baby will be here before long.
The highway slips by under fifty miles of sky;
A feeling she can’t quite explain.
Like a dream long ago, as she finds her way home
The circle closes ‘round her once again.
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11. |
Restless Heart
02:54
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Bright day will surely fade before the night,
The moment holds you close, and then it’s past.
But in the noontime of your love
It shined on me like sun above,
I allowed myself to dream that it could last.
CH: I knew the end was coming from the start
‘Cause every time it’s just the same:
There’s nothing I can do to tame
Your restless heart.
I know the look I’m seein’ in your eyes,
Nothing I can do will make you stay.
The things we used to say and do
That lately so enchanted you
You’ve thrown them all aside and walked away.
You’re never satisfied with where you are.
You stay awhile, but soon you will be gone.
I can’t say that I’m surprised
I hope someday you realise
All the things you lost by moving on.
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12. |
Gentle Waters
03:19
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I’ve travelled far and I am growing weary,
My body aches with every passing mile.
I dreamed I saw a valley where the grass grew sweet and green,
Let me lie and close my eyes awhile.
CH: Take me down, down to the water.
The outward tide runs so deep and draws so soft and slow.
Won’t you lead me by the river, let me lay my burden down,
Show me where the journey ends and gentle waters flow.
You are the rest that breaks the journey;
A shady bough that shelters from the sun.
I rested in your shadows all the summer afternoon
And resting there felt like coming home.
The sun lies low on the horizon,
I seem to hear the river’s distant flow.
And though it breaks my heart to leave you standing on the shore
I know that I must travel on alone.
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13. |
What About You?
02:40
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I saw your silhouette on a stranger in the street
The cadence of your voice is everywhere.
Friends as how I’m doing, since you went away
But I wonder how you’re doing, over there …
CH: What about you?
I turned and you were gone,
Vanished in rear view,
A point of no return.
Did you find where you belong?
You’ve turned into a photograph somewhere on my phone,
Your name is just a rumour overheard.
For days at a time, I don’t think of you at all
But there’s a missing piece in this jigsaw puzzle world.
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14. |
Strange Things
03:09
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The day I met you there were stars in the sky,
The rivers ran backward; the seas ran dry.
The birds sing at midnight when I think of you,
Day is night. Black is white. You love me too.
CH: Strange things are happening to me,
It’s springtime all around the world.
There’d be champagne where the sea should be
If only you cared for me.
There’s cherries on the apple tree and honey in the well,
The creek flows with whisky when I’m under your spell.
The owl crows at daybreak, the rooster calls all night
Up is down. Back is front. Wrong is right.
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The Burning Bridges Melbourne, Australia
The Burning Bridges, traditional country music from the heart of Melbourne's north, featuring Peter Somerville-banjo, dobro, guitar ,and vocals; Fran Martin-guitar and vocals; Tom Somerville-guitar and mandolin; and Andrew Forrer-double bass; New album Close to Home guest-starring Peter Denahy and Craig Woodward on fiddle. ... more
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