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(Radney Foster)
There's a curve in the highway just south of town
Where a man has pulled over to figure life out
With only his conscience and the lonesome sound
Of diesels windin' up the grade
He's got a wife and two kids, they love him so
And a woman down in Georgia, she startin' to show
He's damned if he leaves and he' sure damned if he don't
And he wonders how life got this way
('Cause its) A fine line in between right and wrong
(Yeah) He's been crossing over that border way too long
He shoulda seen it comin' at him right from the start
Now there ain't no escape from a broken heart
Now the call of the highway is a powerful thing
Like the pull of a lover or a child in a swing
He gave his heart to two women, only one wears his ring
They're both gonna have his babies now
So how do you confess what words won't explain
He never intended to cause this much pain
Now he feels like a farmer who went prayin' for rain
And got that he bargained from the clouds
(And its) (REPEAT CHORUS)
He'll turn his care around tonight
Go home and try to face the truth
Everyone involed's getting" hurt
And there aint nothin' he can do
He shoulda seen it comin' at him right from the start
Now there ain't no escape, now there ain't no escape
From
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Now there ain't no escape from a broken heart
Yeah they're all gonna wind up with a broken heart
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(54-40)
Every time I look at you, I go blind.
Every time I look at you, I go blind.
In the mornin' I get up, and I try to
Feel alive, but I can't.
Every time I look at you, I go blind.
I don't know what it is.
Something in me just won't give me a chance.
I think it's that I feel more confused
By the deal love has shown me.
Little child, did you know that there's a light,
And it's gonna shine right through your eyes.
What do you think that life is like?
Every time I look at you, I go blind.
I go blind
Well some where over there there's a purpose,
There's a care for free
In me there's no body, no one plan,
No one stand to be free.
I think it's that because I have seen all the fuss
And it's no big deal. No big deal.
Hold me, hold me 'cause I want to get higher and higher,
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(The Reivers)
Walking on the water in a van
Tryin to think of everything I can
But it's getting very late,
And these tapes don't sound too good
And my body just don't feel
The way I wish it would.
I was driving when I heard you call my name.
It was not like before not quite the same
It's too late to be much good and I might as well confess
That I have not got the nerve to borrow cigarettes.
When I'm almost with you music tries to play,
When I'm almost home I almost hear you say,
It would be all right if we could run away.
Deciding things for all my life
No one ever tells you when or why
But my heart can't seem to tell me
What would satisfy my mind
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(Don Dixon)
Are you alone, Renaissance Eyes
I won't tell my family stolen from, Renaissance Eyes
Is theat your car, Renaissance Eyes, yeah
Have you ever taken dancing lessons, Renaissance Eyes
Chorus:
Drench you in a passion
And dress you with a passion
Though the vision haunts you
I'm the one who wants you to love me with those eyes
Love me with those eyes¡
Oh, is that you car, Renaissance Eyes
I once had a car but it was stolen, Renaissance Eyes
Tell me you name, Renaissance Eyes
Do you ever think about the future, Renaissance Eyes
CHORUS
Oh spend my days with her copies I've collected
All my nights, all my nights with a sliver screen
Nothing wrong with the way that I respect her
She's more than an, more than an ordinary queen
CHORUS
When the days are short
And the nights are long
And I wait for you to love me with those eyes
Love me with those eyes, eyes, eyes
Love me with those eyes, eyes
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(Foster and Lloyd)
There's a chill in your kissin'
And a thrill I've been missin' too long
This love is deceivin', babe, I'm believin'
This thing's going' wrong
'Cause your eyes betray your heart and soul
and your love for me is growin' old
And I think maybe I'd better pack my bags and
CHORUS:
Roll like the wind, better roll 'till the highway ends
Gonna roll on outta her
Before the heartache rolls in
There's a lonesome sound that keeps rollin'
'Round inside of me
Those wheel on the highway are whinin' on by
Baby I gotta leave
If I don't get out now while my minds in control
Then I'll never be able to ever let go
And I think maybe I better head outta here and
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(The Reivers)
It is worth the admission
"Oh my love" fogs up the glass
I look on, in a window
"Oh my love" fogs up the glass.
On rainy days I wonder what's behind the veil
And I feel your breath upon my mouth,
And I press my heart into your hand,
It's my gift from Araby.
We can move and be trusted,
But what is it that you want?
It is not what they think,
Yeah what is it that you want?
They look down on me and they smile forever,
But I know that love will kill that pride
And I press my heart into your hand
It's my gift from Araby.
Listen to what you're saying,
You know nothing of my love,
And if it all comes down to what you say
You know nothing of my love.
And looking up into the dark I find it there,
And I feel my breath upon my mouth,
And I press my heart into your hand
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(The Silos)
The stars are shining brighter than the night that I remember
My thoughts are like a river
Reflecting in all directions
I'm gonna phone her, but not today
I'm gonna write her, but not today
Today I'm gonna be
Driving down Highway 441 with the windows down
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting
My old needs I won't recognize
I'm Over You
Hold on to the evening, hold on to the morn
All night long, sunshine hiding underneath and
I'm gonna phone her, but not today
I'm gonna write her, but not today
Today I'm gonna be
Driving down Highway 441 with the windows down
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting
My old needs I won't recognize
I'm Over You
Miles of country road rise, rise away
The cars are by the river
Clouds are in the coffee shops around here
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(Vic Chesnutt)
We blew past the army motorcade
and it's abnormal load haulage
The gravity of the situation
came on us like a bit of new knowledge
The bubbliest bubble bath
broke down on the bank
The gravity of the situation
is why our old thought bubbles sank
humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
a fat hungry English crow
picking at a badger carcass
The gravity of the situation
is hard to focus and harness
We met Bill Lowery
at the Queen's Hall
The gravity of the situation
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(Tom Waits)
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue.
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
Take that frown and break it, before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man.
These old tomcat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you; you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met.
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
And it being late, You'd like some some company.
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split the chair next to you's free.
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out.
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you; you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face,
Guess I'll have another round.
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(Roy Orbison)
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
How long must I dream
Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams the whole day through
Dream baby got me dreamin' sweet dreams nighttime too
I love you and I'm dreaming of you but that won't do
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(R.E.M)
The walls are built up, stone by stone;
the fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says,
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
we've been on this shift too long"
And the train conductor says,
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"
I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm.
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged.
Bells are ringing through the town again,
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing
And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself to sleep.
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself, my children to sleep.
He piloted this song in a plane like that one.
She is selling faith on the Go Tell crusade.
Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again.
Field to weed is lookin' thin
And the train conductor says
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We've been on this shift too long."
And the train conductor says,
"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break.
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(Gregory K. Ritchey)
I've been waiting for you
I wish you could too
Had you too long to lay back now
First time you caught my eye
I knew I want to spend my life
Making you feel like you should
CHORUS:
I'm not trying to make you do
Nothing you don't want to
But I said I love you
My love depends on you
It grow, it flows, it goes by you
Won't you let me be your man
So if you'd only tell me (it you'd only tell me)
Tell me that you love me (tell me that you love me)
I'll be the luckiest man alive
I just keep on waiting, anticipating
'Til the day you say you're mine
CHORUS
Won't you let me be your man
Let me be your man
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(The Smiths)
Good times for a change.
See the look I've had could make a good man turn bad.
So please please please, let me, let me, let me¡
Let me get what I want this time.
Haven't had a dream in a long time.
See the life I've had could make a good man bad.
So for one in my life let me get what I want.
Lord knows it would be the first time.
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(Bill Withers)
My friends feel it's their appointed duty
They keep trying to tell me all you want to do is use me
But my answer yeah to all that use me stuff
I wanna spread the news that if it feels this good getting used
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up
My brother sits me right down and he talked to me
He told me that I ought not to let you just walk on me
And I'm sure he meant well yeah but when our talk was through
I said brother if you only knew you'd wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up
Oh sometimes yeah it's true you really do abuse me
You get in a crowd of high-class people and then you act real rude to me
But oh baby baby baby baby when you love me I can't get enough
I wanna spread the news that if it feels this good getting used
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up
Talking about you using me but it all depends on what you do
It ain't too bad the way you're using me
Causes I sure am using you to do the things you do
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(Led Zeppelin)
Wanna tell you 'bout the girl I love
My she looks so fine
She's the only one that I been dreamin' of
Maybe someday she will be all mine
I wanna tell her that I love her so
I thrill with her every touch
I need to tell her she's the only one I really love
(Chorus)
I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman; she won't be true, no
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I said I got a little woman and she won't be true
Sunday morning when we go down to church
See the menfolk standin' in line
I said they come to pray to the Lord
With my little girl, looks so fine
In the evening when the sun is sinkin ' low
Everybody's with the one they love
I walk the town
Keep a-searchin' all around:
Lookin' for my street corner girl
Chorus
In the bars, with the men who play guitars
Singin', Drinkin' and rememberin' the times
My little lover does a midnight shift
She followed around all the time
I guess there's just one thing a -left for me to do
Gonna pack my bags and move on my way
Cause I got a worried mind
Sharin' what I thought was mine
Gonna leave her where the guitars play
I got a woman, she won't be true, no no
I got a woman, wanna ball all day
I got a woman, stay drunk all the time
I got a little woman and she won't be true
(Hey, hey what can I do)
I said she won't be true
(Hey, hey what can I say)
Hey, hey, what can I do
I got a woman she won't be true
Lord, hear what I say
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