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It ain’t over ‘til you’re crying
You ain’t the last boy in line
You get to pay for ancient history
That’s what you get for loving me
All that I gave you are good reasons to go
Write them all down, taped to the door
Hit the road and go
Swallow your blues baby, you think you’re so tough
You might be a good man but you ain’t good enough
Oh, it ain’t over ‘til you’re crying
You’re just the fools gold in the mine
Like a moth to the burning sun
I want to see how close you’ll come
It ain’t about you baby It’s all about me.
I’ll keep you around, tethered and bound
‘til you beg mercy
Then after you’re gone I might just give you a call
Tell you I love you, but you ain’t worth the fall
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Great Mistake
02:54
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Don’t know what kept you from leaving
Now I see how hard you tried
I’m not the finest thing that’s breathing
But somehow, I was always on your mind
I was always chasing rainbows
To me that never did grow old
While I was chasing some new heaven
Someone stole my pot of gold
I’m only known as a regret now
I changed my name to Great Mistake
Will I change my way of living?
Or will I burn out in a blaze?
I was always chasing rainbows
To me that never did grow old
While I was chasing some new heaven
Someone stole my pot of gold
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The Hard Way
03:08
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I flew a white kerchief, though it didn’t fly far
It didn’t fly high enough for you to see
From the thrill of living on your own star
And that’s very far
The hard way is still a hard way to learn
I knew you were leaving, hoped you wouldn’t run far
At least not far enough for you to believe
In the thrill of somebody’s arms
And that’s very far
The hard way is still a hard way to learn
All of your reasons where sad but true
I was one too many in your spotlight for two
But I’d live it all over with all that I knew
I’m learning the hard way for you
Still learning the hard way for you
One day I’ll surrender my longing for you
I’ll cast off my burdens, my sorrow and chain
On the day that I’m over you
But that’s very far
The hard way is still a hard way to learn
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The Loneliness In Me
03:31
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Mama called saying, "where have you been?"
I said Mama, I've been busy at home worrying
She said, "well you know, your poor old uncle died"
I said, I got tears of my own that need their crying
I ain’t got the time to worry about reality
I’m busy dreaming up tragic potentialities
Always prepared for any trouble unseen
Thanks to the loneliness in me
The loneliness in me, that loving misery
My only friend in a world of unpredictability
I sit up on my worried throne in a queendom that I rule alone
Now that's the loneliness in me
The big boss called saying, "where have you been?"
I said, I over slept, my tire's flat, and poor uncle died again
She said "well you know, you outta be on time"
I said time is a social construct used to keep us all in line
Like a mouse on a wheel, I signed my life before I read
Now I'm picking up pennies to pay down the interest on my shed
But I'll be the richest girl in that cemetery
Thanks to the loneliness in me
The loneliness in me, oh that loving misery
My only friend in a world of social in-security
I sit up on my worried throne in a queendom that I rule alone
Now that's the loneliness in me
Nashville called saying "where have you been?"
I said I've been perfecting my domesticated grin
They said, "well you know, we'd like to offer you a deal"
"You don't have to pay your dues, but you gotta pay the bill"
"We'll work on your image, and we'll draw you a crowd"
"Cuz if no one hears your record drop, does it make a sound?"
No thanks, I'll pass. I got MY ego naturally
It's just the loneliness in me
The loneliness in me, oh that loving misery
My only friend and my very best, worst enemy
I sit up on my worried throne in a queendom that I rule alone
Now that's the loneliness in me
It's just the loneliness in me
It's just the loneliness in me
I guess it's just the loneliness in me
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Picture On The Wall
02:38
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I kept your picture on my wall
The lasting memory of my downfall
Burning like a candle light, you keep me company most every night
Like your picture in that frame
Your love has faded just the same
But I’m holding on with every breath
Your love has gone but my heart don’t know it yet
Now I know that you held on just as long as you could
But I’m still here living out our dreams just like I vowed I would
Reliving memories made in these walls
Won’t last forever, I’ve been told
But your love lives on and on inside a picture up on my wall
Time keeps ticking, by and by
And your picture still hangs up high
Cuz it’s all the love I need in this cell of memories
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6. |
It Won't Be Long
02:58
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Down the line of the railroad track
You can see my breadcrumbs fall
It won’t be long before you sing my song
I drove out to the county line
Saw a star that was a bomb
It won’t be long before you sing my song
It won’t be long, long, long before you sing my song
Have you ever seen the galaxy, or the galaxy beyond?
Have you ever heard the coyotes yell when your fire’s almost gone?
It won’t be long before you sing my song
It won’t be long, long, long before you sing my song
You prayed all day and cried all night long
Your sins are not absolved
It won’t be long before you sing my song
It won’t be long before you sing my song
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Ghost Of You
03:03
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Ghost of you is always on my mind
Ghost of you still haunts me from time to time
The ghost of you still loves me, or so I’d like to think
Ghost of you comes back to me, but only when I drink
And I can hear you calling my name the way you used to do
Cuz every time I take a drink, the closer I get to you
And every time I hit the streets
I go out and walk the line
The ghost of you comes with me because the ghost of you is still mine
Ghost of you is always on my mind
Ghost of you still haunts me from time to time
The ghost of you still loves me, or so I’d like to think
Ghost of you comes back to me, but only when I drink
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I sing a worried song because I’m worried man
I don’t remember what it was but it must have been bad
I walked and walked all through the night
But I’d never come to understand
How in the morning when the sun came up I found that pistol in my hand
God damn, I found that pistol in my hand
Nothing happens but by chance boy, was their final word
But I say we’re just on a breeze whirling around the world
Maybe they’re right
It could be true
That I’m where I’m meant to be
Cuz I prefer the torture of my thoughts, they’ve never lied to me
Not once
They’ve never, ever lied to me
Cuz if you rub your hands together long enough you might strike gold
But if you wait around a month or two it will seem so old
Well I got that kind of trouble, makes a poor boy want to roam
Same kind of trouble makes a young girl stay at home
And I’ll be here until I’m down to skin and bones
I got the Lovells Stockade blues
There’s no way out
I got the Lovells Stockade blues
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Lucky And Alone
02:56
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Lucky and alone
You’ll wake up and I’ll be gone
What good fortune to be in my company
Now I’m lucky and alone
You bragged around town about the treasure you’d found
You were lucky for sure
But now it’s my turn to be lucky and alone
Why should I cry?
Or say goodbye?
Your lucky star can no longer shine
Now I’ll summarize
There won’t be tomorrow
My love can’t be given, it can only be borrowed
Lucky and alone
Your cup runneth over for too long
Here’s toasting to me, and all that I be
Lucky and alone
Oh, I kept you around
But I wore the kings crown
Your misery is clover to me
Lucky and alone
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The Awful Parts Of Me
03:05
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I spun my tears to gold for all the world to see
You only love, you only love the awful parts of me
I whispered truth untold, farewell sweet sanity
You only love, you only love the awful parts of me
Down here at the bottom of your dried up wishing well
I’m living on your borrowed dime
You’re living on my hell
The wildfire in me lights a path so you can see
You only love, you only love the awful parts of me
But you can Have it All, Revenge and Apathy
You only love, you only love the awful parts of me
You only love, you only love
You only love, you only love
You only love, you only love
The awful parts of me
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11. |
Undecided Love
03:56
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Undecided love
It hurts to hear you say that you don’t know
I’ve worked overtime to make you mine
Your love’s the undecided kind
Undecided love
I wish that you would say I’m your only one
While you wait for the sign that would make you mine
I’ll be waiting next in line
Take all the time that you need to decide
I’ll still be here when she leaves you behind
Undecided love
Call heads or tails, I could be the one
In the balance I’ll reside
My fate you decide
Your love’s the undecided kind
Undecided love
It hurts to hear you say that you don’t know
I’ve worked overtime to make you mine
Your love’s the undecided kind
Your love’s the undecided kind
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I Miss It Like It's Gone
03:00
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In the jack pine the winds blow
Light the lamps, got six feet of snow
Fire’s out, up at dawn
Oh I miss it like it’s gone
The sacrifice of motherhood
All of wonder, worry and coulds
What part of me will live on?
Oh I miss it like it’s gone
(Yodel)
But I’m still here, dyed in the wool
Singing sad songs, still dreaming about wolves
But I miss it like it’s gone
Oh I miss it like it’s gone
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