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Little Wooden Train
03:29
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Well, the rye's getting dry
From the sun way up high
I go, I go against the grain
And I'm losing my mind
But I sure don't know why
I go, I go against the grain
Well, the barley don't grow free
From all the Creeping Charlie
I go, I go against the grain
Don't say au revoir,
Be sure I'm very sorry
I go, I go against the grain
Well, the wheat will get eaten
If the aphid finds it sweet
I go, I go against the grain
Say all that you feel
I don’t deserve a square deal
I go, I go against the grain
Well, the oat's gonna float
So put on your boots and coat
I go, I go against the grain
You know I’m useless on my own
I just sink like a stone
I go, I go against the grain
The wind's blowing the fields my way
I go, I go against the grain
The wind's blowing the fields my way
I go, I go against the grain
Now the timber’s laying low
With my chisel, to and fro
I go, I go against the grain
Carve a little wooden train
For my baby on the way
I go, I go against the grain
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2. |
As The Crow Flies
04:35
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It's a shame
You didn’t love me more than you did
Now I'm lame
Like a dirty old dog with a limp
I was weak
And you didn't want to stick around
So in my sleep
And you left this tired town
We're all crows
Not everything that glitters is gold
And now I'm old
You're weren't worth what I was told
Played like a card
Your hand was too high to hold
And full of hearts
Of other men, so I was forced to fold
I couldn't see
The forest of blues that you brought
For the trees
Or those long legs that you strut
We're all crows
Not everything that glitters is gold
And now I know
You're weren't worth what I was told
You caught my eye
I thought that you could be mine
But, as the crow flies,
I should have seen this coming for miles
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3. |
Another Day
04:33
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Hell, I’m a saint but I still sin
Oh, Lordy, there I go again!
I live my life half in the night, half in the day
There’s good and bad in all of us
So heap the gold and sweep the dust
And keep the light beside my bed aflame
I’ve been amiss and I’ve been turned around
I’ve been lost with no hope of being found
A little spit and a little mud, I was blind but here’s the rub
My hope comes up from the ground
Put your crooked heart away
Keep that lying tongue at bay
So I may die to live another day
I’ve got shame built up behind my eyes
A new perspective, it don't take much time
My folks said, "go ask my son", but I tell you he's the one
My hope comes up on the horizon line
Put your crooked heart away
Keep that lying tongue at bay
So I may die to live another day
When you’re bored of North American roads
When church is dead and this house ain’t no home
I feel bad for you son, but your days are not yet done
The sun it shines for you and you alone
Put your crooked heart away
Keep that lying tongue at bay...
I’ll put my crooked heart away
I’ll keep my lying tongue at bay
So I may die to live another day
Hell, I’m a saint but I still sin
Oh, Lordy, there I go again!
I live my life half in the night, half in the day
There’s good and bad in all of us
So heap the gold and sweep the dust
And keep the light beside my bed aflame
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4. |
Back In My Baby's Arms
02:32
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This big old bird’s taking me where I don’t want to go
I want a band behind me and a warm bed after the show
I’ve got a hundred books on top of my shelf that need to be read in a month
I belong back in my baby’s arms
And the ocean's wide and it’s deep and it scares me to hell
And, like my heart, I’ve seen it turn and it swell
I’ve got an empty page in front of me and a pen that don’t write anymore
I belong back in my baby’s arms
Seven grand in the air and I can’t wait three more
I belong in my baby’s arms
Seven days after a long wait and now you ain’t so far
I belong in my baby’s arms
I belong in my baby’s arms
I belong in my baby’s arms
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5. |
Six Of Hearts
03:49
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I keep the six of hearts
Beside my lonesome bed
To remember the love
That I once had
She was two times the woman
and sweeter than four puppy dogs
And had six times the heart
Of any other girl
She was too good to me
For no reason I could see
I was lovesick
so I got down on one knee
She said, “I can’t take that diamond ring,
You can't afford that shiny thing
And the pollen makes you sick
so we better to wait till after spring”
She was two times the woman
and sweeter than four puppy dogs
And had six times the heart
Of any other girl
Summer came and went
I got no call or letter sent
Until I got a postcard in the mail
from the Orient
It read, “don’t wait up too long
I’m moving up, I’m moving on
And I’ve found another love
who doesn’t cry when the flowers have sprung"
I keep the six of hearts
Beside my lonesome bed
To remember the love
That I once had
She was a two timing woman
and meaner than four junkyard dogs
And broke six times the hearts
Of any other girl
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6. |
Goldenrows
04:26
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Rows upon rows of gold
I didn’t know what I know’d I should know
Just up by the road
Where the oxeye daisies and the yarrow grows
Fields of finest metal
Riches among the meadows
Dressed better than the grooms fair bride
The flowers dance from side to side
Rows upon rows of gold
I didn’t know what I know’d I should know
Just up by the road
Where the oxeye daisies and the yarrow grows
Picking ore, panning in the wind
The pickaxe souls don’t see their sin
Gather the gold from the leas
And I’ll make you some Blue Mountain tea
Rows upon rows of gold
I should have known what I know’d I should know
Only fools search for treasure in the stone
Rows upon rows of gold
Rows upon rows of gold
Rows upon rows of gold
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Thomas St. Clair Hamilton, Ontario
“The way that guitar just slides around, it reminds me of when I was a child and we would take baths on Saturday night while my mother had AM country on the radio.”
- Nana Ruth
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