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Time Tickin' By
02:54
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Time keeps tickin' by
so slowly
on the wide open prairie
the good life we lived is but a memory
and the sun doesn't shine here anymore
time keeps tickin' by so slowly
ever since you've been gone
I know I don't get along too well
when I'm alone
but I've been doing fine here on my own
time keeps tickin' by so slowly
ever since you've been gone
sometimes I sit and wonder what you're doin
and the days seem empty without you
time keeps tickin' by so slowly
and I hope you've found somebody new
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2. |
Papa Told Me
03:37
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Papa told me god wouldn't give me too much to bear
just keep the faith and he would always be there
but he passed on nigh on twenty years ago
and I'm starting to think that maybe he didn't know
my mama taught me how to be an honest upstanding man
she told me strength don't come from the power of your right hand
but I've come on a time or two
where talkin' just won't do
sometimes things don't work out the way you planned
and oh lord lord it's a long road home
bein' stuck in the middle of where you've been
and what you have become
oh lord lord it's a long road home
tryin' to keep it between those two white lines
and remember where you're from
my brother taught me how to live like you're gonna die
how to make a friend of every passer by
but he's still kickin' at the age of thirty two
still tryin' to figure what it is that he's gonna do
oh lord lord it's a long road home
bein' stuck in the middle of where you've been
and what you have become
oh lord lord it's a long road home
tryin' to keep it between those two white lines
and remember where you're from
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Windowshade
02:42
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Well I ain't the type to be bossed and that's a fact
so if I were you son I'd take a few steps back
see I'm the type of thing you suburb boys ain't never seen
yeah I'm a sonofabitch you sonofabitch I'm fuckin' mean
I'm steady as the day is long
I'm patient and I'm calm
it takes a whole damn lot to turn my crank
my head is thicker and my liquor works quicker
I'm a sharper type of blade
and when I hit you that shirt'll roll up like a windowshade
so shove that two weeks notice right up your ass
yeah and rest assured that I ain't comin' back
see I'm done givin' all my time
to folks who can't seem to find
a thought in their whole damn heads for me or mine
I'm patient and I'm calm
it takes a whole damn lot to turn my crank
my head is thicker and my liquor works quicker
I'm a sharper type of blade
and when I hit you that shirt'll roll up like a windowshade
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4. |
Malaphor
05:14
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She was only twenty-two years old
with eyes of fire and hair of gold
a look from her could melt your soul
and turn the summer cold
he'd just quit that awful job down south
the taste of it still thick in his mouth
he'd been thinkin' about leavin' this town
'cause there was nowhere left to go here but down and out
they both knew there was nothing they could do
they were bound to crash and burn before it's through
neither of them cared
they would both eventually get there
they'd burn that bridge
when they came to it
so he took to her like moths to a flame
it seemed to him that she might feel the same
so they started makin' plans and choosin' names
for the things that they would build and the life they would claim
he got himself an honest steady job
mixin' bands down at the local honky-tonk
the money came in slow
but they both seemed to know
it would be enough
they both knew there was nothing they could do
they were bound to crash and burn before it's through
neither of them cared
they would both eventually get there
they'd burn that bridge
when they came to it
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5. |
The Long Way Home
03:34
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I take the long way home
I'm so tired
but I can't stand another night alone
the quiet streets shimmer in the rain
tomorrow I know I'll have to do it all again
but those twenty-five minutes with the radio on
the chill of the night wind and a slow slow song
the empty city softly whispers in my ear
and it's almost like you're still here
it's been a hell of a year
that's how the race is run
endless days that linger past the setting of the sun
my sheets are calling out to me
but that bed is about as lonely as lonely can be
but those twenty-five minutes with the radio on
the chill of the night wind and a slow slow song
the empty city softly whispers in my ear
and it's almost like you're still here
it's been a hell of a year
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6. |
Didn't I
05:22
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Didn't I come home to you last night
didn't I do my best to do you right
didn't I fall asleep with your head upon my chest
and my arms wrapped around you as we both took our rest
it may be true
I might have had a few
before I stumbled home and into bed
but this morning it seems
that was all just a bunch of dreams
I guess last night was all just in my head
I stopped off for one to clear my mind
'cause lately that job's been givin' me a hell of a time
one turned into two
as whiskey is wont to do
I guess I should have walked a straighter line
it may be true
I might have had a few
before I stumbled home and into bed
but this morning it seems
that was all just a bunch of dreams
I guess last night was all just in my head
I guess I got to talkin' like I do
and that glass was empty long 'fore I was through
three turned into four
and then came four more
I've never known when enough is enough it's true
it may be true
I might have had a few
before I stumbled home and into bed
but this morning it seems
that was all just a bunch of dreams
I guess last night was all just in my head
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7. |
Lonely City
03:50
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Kansas City did a hell of a number on me
between the bars and the bands and the one night stands
and the endless nights without sleep
a decade or so can fly right by as fast as a man can blink
in the arms of that lonely city
you ain't got time to think
that devil whiskey took a mighty hold on me
i emptied every bottle lookin' for you to see
by the time I reached the bottom
boy you better believe
that all I found was my own haggard face
starin' right back up at me
Kansas City did a hell of a number on me
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8. |
Live 'til You Die
03:22
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They say god made the mountains
the river and the plains
then to save us from his anger
he died and rose again
well he must have forgotten us
or maybe he never was
'cause he left the hell of livin'
when he returned above
there will be no one to take you
no lover's embrace can save you
you live then you die
alone
the devil is a trickster
giving balms to soothe all pains
but it only leads to heartache
when he comes round again
oh Lucifer the bearer
of the ire of holy men
can't ease the hell of livin'
with any earthly sin
there will be no one to take you
no lover's embrace can save you
you live then you die
alone
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9. |
Keep it Together
04:23
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Hold me close and never let me go
'cause the night is long and cold
tune in a sad song on that transistor radio
and we'll dance in your dreams nice and slow
make me the hope that you desperately cling onto
and we'll write the songs that make our voices shine
if we can keep it together
there might be a forever
but I'll take what I can get of your time
well I don't hold out much hope
this is just something that I wrote
to let you know I'm glad you're mine
there is a place that you know that you can run to
when the world has brought you way down low
a lovin' smile and two strong arms to hold you
and a dollar or two for us to blow
well I may be just a man but I'll be damned if I don't love you
there ain't minute that you don't cross my mind
if we can keep it together
there might be a forever
but I'll take what I can get of your time
well I don't hold out much hope
this is just something that I wrote
to let you know I'm glad you're mine
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10. |
One Year
03:53
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If I saw you I wouldn't know what to say
there are things that I need you to know
but how could I explain
I could tell you when I needed you the most you went away
but that won't scratch the surface of the depths of all this pain
I could tell you how you ripped my soul apart
that it kills me after so much time to find out who you are
that promises once broken leave a red and swollen scar
I could tell you how you ripped my soul apart
I could tell you how the days have all turned black
how I don't feel much like livin', how I could never take you back
that the anger is all consuming with nowhere to point it at
I could tell you how the days are black
I could talk about how nothing's really changed
I've felt alone for so long now, I'm numb to all the pain
but the longing still resurfaces for a simpler time and place
but the broken man inside me knows nothing's really changed
I could tell you of the dreams where you have died
where your tattered soul is movin' on across the great divide
and in those dreams I can mourn you
in those dreams I can cry
I could tell you how you haunt my sleeping mind
if I saw you I wouldn't know what to say
there are things that I need you to know
but how could I explain
I could tell you when I needed you the most you went away
if I saw you I wouldn't know what to say
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Marty Bush Kansas City, Missouri
Hailing from the plains of eastern Kansas, Marty Bush is a torchbearer of the American songwriting tradition. His songs resonate with the weight of his influences such as Townes Van Zandt, Blaze Foley, and Kris Kristofferson, but he has channeled their emotional honesty and unvarnished truth-telling into something uniquely his own. ... more
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