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Slow Setting Sun
04:24
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I grew up in Texas on the great frontier
now everybody and their brother is moving here
there ain't much I can do about this.
My mama and my daddy came from somewhere else
I got some Indian blood, but you can hardly tell
I'm an indirect descendant to Christopher Columbus
Backed into a corner, up against the wall
Saw some redneck mothers at the Galleria mall
I'm about as happy as the day is long
There's a slow setting sun hanging over Texas like a bum
Slow setting sun, there's a little native son in everyone
She drove a five ton full of fifties with out-of-state plates,
I asked her why she'd come to Texas
She said, "I like it's shape...
besides, there's no room left in California."
She poured herself into some Wranglers,
grabbed her Shady Brady hat,
I took her out to Poodie's and she took me out back.
She said "your vernacular turns me on."
I said "I guess I shoulda warned ya."
Backed into a corner and hanging on
I seen her coming like a drunk sees dawn
She's bitching from the kitchen about our unmowed lawn.
There's a slow setting sun hanging over Texas like a bum
Slow setting sun, shines a little ray of love on everyone.
We're good at making babies
And we're worried about our schools
I trigger lock my weapons and teach the Golden Rule
Growing up in Texas can be really cool.
There's a slow setting sun hanging over Texas like a bum
Slow setting sun, shines a little ray of love on everyone.
I'm talking Willie, Billy Joe and my friend Doug.
Hang on....hang on.. here I come.
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Now and Then
03:53
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At my home-away-from-home, just south of Austin
I got a postcard from a friend who'd moved out West.
He's in Bisbee, Arizona
thinks he's found himself a home there
It'll take some time to figure out the rest.
He wants to know about the girl next door
Who he shacked up with last winter into spring.
I don't know how I'm gonna tell him
She's moved on to better things.
When you leave town
Take one last good look around
It'll never be the same
Time moves on
and the way it was is gone
Now and then, we speak your name.
I was on my route
and headed out to Driftwood
When the office callled
said your sister's on the line.
Well my heart felt just like glass
when I learned my Dad just passed
and it shattered on the road to no goodbyes.
I cried myself to sleep that night
Knowing that I'd lost my oldest friend.
All the years I took for granted
and now I'm left with what he's said.
He said:
When you leave town, take one last good look around
it'll never be the same.
The road is long, and we'll miss you while you're gone
Son, don't forget the way you came.
Look around, find a place to settle down
and build a life on your good name.
Time moves on and the way it was is gone
Now and then, we speak your name.
Now and then, I speak your name.
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3. |
Your Kind
04:47
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High, lonesome and pining
Carry me down to your soft, green fields.
Stripped of my pride
Like the hills from mining
There ain't nothing left here for me.
The old man said it might come to this
Just cause the river runs dry
We don't tear down the bridge.
You are the seed. I am the rain
We are the fertile river plain.
You are the gold and I'm the vein
That's just fine.
You are the mountain, I am the stone
We, of the Earth, we're flesh and bone
You're the grass between my toes
I know your kind.
Hey, Darkness
Get off my doorstep
Move along
Don't you waste my time.
I've got an old buck board and a team of horses
Drag me away to your warm sunshine.
The old man said there'd be days like these
Just cause the branches lay bare
We don't tear down the trees.
You are the roots, I am the vine
We are the fruit that makes the wine
You are the place I spend my time
That's just fine.
You are the dusk, I am the dawn
We, of the Earth, we get along
And, I'm the dew upon your lawn
I know your kind.
Well, you made it worth my while.
The old man said, "you were the kind
to crumble thru the healing hands of Time."
The old man could not have been more right
as we sit here beneath the cypress
where the river runs wild.
You are the seed, I am the rain
We are the fertile river plain
You are the gold and I'm the vein.
That's just fine.
You are the roots, I am the vine
We are the fruit that makes the wine
You're the place I spend my time
That's just fine.
You are the sticks, I am the stone
We, of the Earth, we're lofty souls
You are the grass beneath my toes
I know your kind.
I know you're kind of like me.
I know you're kind of like me.
I know your kind.
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Kevin Higgins Fairport, New York
On the outside I'm a melody tinker, a wistful poet, a framer of moments, a quixotic nomad, a sucker for love, a plunderer
for justice, a friend to those who’ll listen-an impudent ghost to those that won’t.
On the inside I’m a recovering cynic, a light house keeper under siege, a champion of lost causes, and by birthright-my own worst critic. Still, always happiest occupying creative space.
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