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Tornadoes
02:57
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Laid off at the factory and I started drinkin' again
They said to keep my head on straight in case they need to call me in
There ain't no more high cotton we're all just sittin' on the ground
Throwin' silver bullet cans and our dreams in the air and shootin' them right down
Well I've lost faith in myself because the company that I keep around
I wake up every morning with a headache it don't seem to go away
I drink a pot of coffee read my fortune and hope that it's wrong
I know she's gonna leave me but I don't wanna face it all alone
So i pick up thirty of my best friends and drink until they're gone
I've lost faith in myself because the company that I keep around
I whipped my cousin's ass because he had a bad attitude
Or maybe it was just that I had had more than a few
I've got to get out of here I can't go on like this
I've got some friends that live in the Midwest but they know I just won't go
It's my fear of tornadoes that keeps me around here
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John On The Run
04:30
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He was always in trouble nearly all of his life
Even though he had a good heart
He was born the same as you and me
But his brain was a little slow to start
All throughout school he'd act like a fool
Getting kicked out and startin' fights
They'd send him away for a while to stay
In the home for the kids that ain't right
But before you start pointing your finger
What if it was your daughter or son
What if it was your brother who was maladjusted
And livin' like John on the run
He'd do his time and they'd send him back
It was a vicious cycle you see
Then before you knew it somehow he blew it
And was right back on losin' street
The years went by a day at a time
And left him worse for the wear
But he got a gun said his hard livin' was done
Amphetamines had him walkin' on air
But before you start pointing your finger
What if it was your daughter or son
What if it was your brother who was maladjusted
And livin' like John on the run
Well the last time that anyone saw him
He was walking in a convenience store
He had a knife in his hand just yellin' his demands
And the cops stormed in through the door
They aimed for his head but he lunged instead
So they put one straight through his heart
Some say he had it comin' others just don't say nothin'
And remember all the bad that he did
But before you start pointing your finger
What if it was your daughter or son
What if it was your brother who was maladjusted
And livin' like John on the run
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Runaway Dorothy Gale
03:46
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Dorothy wakes up in her old S10
Flips her Toto's Greatest Hits cassette over again
She's done rolled in the hay and scraped all the tin
And taken every ounce of courage from all the men
On the old brick road back home
Gets her news updates in a gas station line
Says the kids are walkin' out and going home
The rest of you suckers gotta fight to get stoned
But Dorothy don't care and she hits the door
And laughs I wonder when they're gonna realize
They ain't in Kansas anymore
Bad weather comes and blows you away
Pray to God you're someplace you wanna stay
The man behind the curtain is buyin' your meals
But all he wants from you honey is to click your heels
Dorothy heads south it's warmer down there
She likes what the sunlight does to her hair
And those ruby red boots her prize possessions
She scores a little weed for a pretty boy's affections
Don't let them drop a house on your dreams
Don't be a part of somebody's else's schemes
The man behind the curtain is only a fraud
I'm gonna get you my pretty my hand to God
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Mountain Call
04:22
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I can hear the mountain call
That desperate and low longing sound
And I will go even if I have to crawl
And leave a trail of blood from my hands on the ground
It's a sharp narrow road it ain't easy to climb
But streets of silver wait on the other side
I'll say bye not there's no time to pack
I'll take only the clothes on my back
For sometime I've had the moon in my lap
When I get up there I'll finally give it back
I won't need the crutch no more
I'll have my own light that's for sure
Coming down on the other side
The wind will feel like broken glass on my skin
But I won't turn and go the other way
I'll leave my demons up there to stay
I'll bed down when I reach the other side
Those roads soft and the rivers roarin' wide
And I'll return home don't you fear
I'll be back as myself my dear
I can hear the mountain call
That desperate and low longing sound
I will go even if I have to crawl
And leave a trail of blood from my hands on the ground
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Verse, Chorus, Verse
03:43
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I left my family and left my home
Just to sing this shit into a microphone
I sing way too much nowadays because I think too much
My mind's a maze
I try to grit my teeth til my jaw is locked
Some days it feels like I just can't stop
The road I'm on is full of warnin' signs
The bridge is out but I just keep drivin'
I probably should turn back around
And give my wife and kids a kiss
Instead of singing to the folks in the bar
About all the things I miss
What I thought would make things better
Has only made it worse
I traded everything I love
For the verse chorus verse
Folks in Kentucky down to Tennessee
East or west it's all the same to me
Faces in a crowd that I just can't see
I've got a tuned up guitar but I'm singin' off key
Wanted to sing a couple songs drink a few rounds
But the songs took fire and burned my world to the ground
Now I stay up late cause I just can't sleep
And pray to the ceiling for how it used to be
I probably should turn back around
And give my wife and kids a kiss
Instead of singing to the folks in the bar
About all the things I miss
What I thought would make things better
Has only made it worse
I traded everything I love
For the verse chorus verse
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6. |
Outta Tune
03:30
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All we've done is left behind
We must only cling to tomorrow
A new day to bring sunshine and rain
And hopeful laughter to follow
Feelin' low and lost
or feelin' pure and clean
Take a look around at all the blues and greens
The ocean rolls the sky controls
And all we are is in-between
Sittin' in the dark or turnin' on the lights
It's not a decision often made overnight
You feel confused seldom amused
But you'll get back on the track of right
So take my hand or give it a thought
And we'll sing songs like we used to
To the by and by for Townes and Guy
Even if we're outta tune
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Too Many Dreams
05:57
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He grew up on the border of Texas and New Mexico
He moved to Kentucky when he got the money to go
He kept his hat and that old pair of cowboy boots
He picked up a fiddle and tried to saw away at his blues
And he dreamed at nighttime of dancin' with the one that he loved
And writin' songs that came to him from above
And pickin' guitar in an old time string band
But he's just a farmer with too many dreams on his hands
He spent a lifetime workin' out on the land
And if he was asked could write you a poem on command
He had no luck with women he was always just a little too shy
He could never muster up the courage just to say hi
And he dreamed at nighttime of dancin' with the one that he loved
And writin' songs that came to him from above
And pickin' guitar in an old time string band
But he's just a farmer with too many dreams on his hands
When he was a boy workin' outside Levelland
He'd tune in the radio to hear ol' Bill Monroe's band
He thought that the bright lights would be waitin' for him if he came
But labors the only life for a man of his family name
He lived in pain the last few years on the end
Hard livin' and workin' had made leather out of his skin
Well he passed last Sunday with a bottle next to his bed
Wondering why his whole life had been spent and lived in his head
And he dreamed at nighttime of dancin' with the one that he loved
And writin' songs that came to him from above
And pickin' guitar in an old time string band
But he's just a farmer with too many dreams on his hands
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8. |
Sometimes Love
05:44
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She said you have to know I'm sorry
Then stood up and walked away
Through the door and out of the life
That he thought they'd made
He just sat there at the table
Until his coffee went cold
He never knew he'd play a character
In one of the oldest stories told
Some folks never see it coming
And others can tell from the start
Sometimes love will blindside you
And bust a whole right through your heart
She didn't think much on the way to the station
But wondered if she was jumpin' the gun
She didn't know when it all would hit her
But she didn't shed no tear not even one
He made his way back to the bedroom
Closing the blinds along the way
He stopped and stared at a picture
Of an old run down home in a busted frame
Some folks never see it coming
And others can tell from the start
Sometimes love will blindside you
And bust a whole right through your heart
She took that west bound Greyhound
And ended up in Big Sky
Trying to track down a feeling
But lately they're so hard to come by
Now everyday he checks the mailbox
Hopin' for a letter of some kind
Then he loads up in his pickup
And tried to drive the thought of her out of his mind
Some folks never see it coming
And others can tell from the start
Sometimes love will blindside you
And bust a whole right through your heart
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You found my bones layin' on the sidewalk
I was scattered in the streets
You picked me up and held me together
Until I could stand on my feet
You know the last one that found me
Left me here forever to stay
I'm so glad you walked over
I was thinkin' of crawlin' your way
So tell me all about your sorrows
And tell me all about your truths
But please don't turn me away tomorrow
I can stay as long as you want me to
It's so good to be inside now
And sheltered from the winter storm
I lost my coat back in the summer
You light the fire now that keeps me warm
I've never been too much for talkin'
But all of a sudden there's a lot to say
I just wanna lay here right beside you dear
And study the lines on your face
So tell me all about your sorrows
And tell me all about your truths
But please don't turn me away tomorrow
I can stay as long as you want me to
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10. |
Last Goodbye
03:59
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I just talk to the birds that fly by
It's about all I can do anymore
To this bed I'm bound in my thoughts I drown
I've got nothing left to live for
The dogs are barking they need water and food
But I couldn't get up if I wanted to
I'll call the shelter and have them come around
They'll be better off if they're put down
My hands they shake my body aches
Last I heard it's spread into my lungs
I've got no family coming around
I'm sure they'll show their faces when they lay me in the ground
There's a young man who stops by a few times a week
They send him over to check on me
But I know he's stealing hell I ain't blind
He just thinks I don't see
But what's there to do what can I say
I can't defend myself anyway
But maybe I'd get lucky and he'd smother me
And put me out of this misery
I don't pray no I've had enough delay
My welcome I've outstayed
I've long lost hope I'm ready to die
I hope this to be my last goodbye
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Dalton Mills Middlesboro, Kentucky
Dalton Mills is a songwriter from Middlesboro, Kentucky.
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