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Roll My Blues Away
03:06
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"Roll My Blues Away" written by Mike Good
I can see that I have fallen
from your grace which was my calling
West winds blowing hard against me
flat out road is all that I see
Highway won’t you roll my blues away
I’ve been knocked out drugged and loaded Rivers rolling on before me
but I looked down at my reflection
Where it's headed no direction
Oh river won’t you roll my blues away
All my life I’ve been alone
Never had I had a home until you came
Loves gone bad it’s kinda sad
But I guess I’m to blame cause I’m just untamed
Never have I longed so dearly
My mind sees you oh so clearly
Freight train rollin fast and strong
Steady rollin on and on
Freight train won’t you roll my blues away
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“Today I will be lovely tomorrow I will be insane” - Allen Greystone
Send me to heaven
Send me to hell
Wherever I go you know
It’s just as well
Dig me a grave
Bury me in the dirt
Drop me 6ft under
Cause all I do is hurt
All my love is fading
All my care it is gone
The lonely road is waiting
And I must be getting on
Don’t throw me no parties
Don’t fuss all about
I get nervous from too much attention
With it I can do without
Call me what you want
To me it’s all the same
Today I’ll be lovely tomorrow I’ll be insane
All my love is fading
All my care it is gone
The lonely road is waiting
And I must be getting on
Shoot me to outer space
Put me in a hot air balloon
Do whatever it is you want my girl
it couldn’t be too soon
Thrown me in the ocean
To the bottom let me sink
Do whatever it is you want my love
Whatever it is you think
All my love is fading
All my care it is gone
The lonely road is waiting
And I must be getting on
Don’t worry about my feelings
Cause you know I ain’t got none
It was a long time ago girl since they all went numb
Call me what you want to me it’s all the same
All my love is fading
All my care it is gone
The lonely road is waiting
And I must be getting on
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3. |
Love's a Rodeo
02:19
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"Love's a Rodeo" written by Alan Whitney
I’ve got these old tattoos
I’ve sung sad cowboy songs
I’ve got rope burns on my fingers
From holding on too long
And if love’s a rodeo
Then you would be a star
Cause I fell in love
And I fell hard
If love’s a rodeo
Then you would be a prize
You went and knocked me off my pony
When I was riding high
Ain’t just like love
To start off with a jerk
Hit the ground when the buzzer sounds
With big mouthful of dirt
I’ve got these old tattoos
I’ve sung sad cowboy songs
I’ve got rope burns on my fingers
From holding on too long
And if love’s a rodeo
Then you would be a star
Cause I fell in love
And I fell hard
Maybe it’s the thrill
Or maybe it’s the pain
That makes me chase your pickup truck
Like a hound dog in the rain
I’m smiling on the outside
With my courage caving in
My luck is down I’m a rodeo clown
Baby I’m goin' in
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4. |
Gigi
04:14
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"Gigi' written by Kathryn Koch
Falling on hard times
Counting pennies just to make up a dime
Out on the pavement the soles of her shoes
The jokes on me and the jokes on you
He was a simple man with a complicated habit
And he kept on going until he got to Mexico
He was waiting for a train back from the border
But they’ll never really get back home
Little Ricky he went on down to Tucson
To dance to his silver saxophone reservation chicken scratch
He crossed from Nogales into Sonora
Your good girl is coming home
Arizona was hot and unforgiving
They found his body three days later
I like to think he just walked out into the desert
But I know he died alone
Gigi oh sweet Gigi your good gal is coming home
You never really get away from where you come
You always recognize the streets and the corners
If you live a little to the left of your past
The alleys will get you every time
She never learned nothin from all the lesson they gave her
Never walked too straight or looked both ways neither
In Southern California where the water tastes so sweet
They say she looked a lot like me
Oh Gigi sweet Gigi
Little Ricky went on down to Tucson and danced to his silver saxophone
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5. |
The Ground
03:26
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“The Ground” - Tommy Luke
All my troubles started walkin' through them swingin’ doors
I slightly tipped my hat as a paced across the floor
I snapped and pointed fingers and smoked my cigarettes
I slowly did more things that I regret
I started drinking till I thought I’d almost drown
Disregarded everything that puts you in the ground, In the ground
I walked in twenty circles I shook everybody’s hand
Smiling and laughing getting free drinks on demand
Then I asked some questions about a man we used to know
They told me how he’s 6ft down below
He departed disappeared without a trace or sound
Brokenhearted I shed a couple tears and walked around, On the ground
Well I gathered all my thoughts and walked into the smoky haze
As I walked a across I saw a woman on the stage
Her head was long and yellow and it almost hit the floor
She was singing on a cello of a man who was no more
Then I started started weepin’ like a willow in the breeze
Wholeheartedly weepin' till it brought me to my knees, On the ground
All my troubles started walkin' through them swingin’ doors
I slightly tipped my hat as a paced across the floor
I started drinking heavy it was too late to turn around if I knew I’d end up weeping on the ground for I know I’d end up sleeping in the ground
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6. |
Serenity Song
03:44
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“Serenity Song” written by Benny Bleu
You can try to tell a tree
That it’s rooted in rocky soil
Like you can try to tell a truck
That it uses too much oil
But that tree is gonna grow
And that truck is gonna roll
And you’ll be left with
all intentions spoiled
You can try to catch a fish
By the lip or by the tail
Like you can try to tell the wind
To blow upon your sails
But your boat will stay in place
While that fish laughs in your face
And you’ll be left
With the whales
You can try to tell a man
Not to live the way he does
Like you can try to tell a hound
Not to howl just because
But that dog will run away
And there will come a final day
And you’ll be left
Wishing for what was
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7. |
I'm Your Man
03:18
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"I'm Your Man' writtten by Garth Clark
You don't gotta promise nothin'
Leave a candle burning in the window
I will find my own way home
You don't have to lie
You don't have to lie
It only hurts me
It only hurts me when you do
Hello my heart it is breaking in two
And I can't believe some of these things that you do
But I'm your man, oh I'm your man
You don't have to say my name
You don't have to say my name
I don't expect it coming to me coming from you
You don't have to say my name
You don't have to say my name
It only hurts me, it only hurts me when you do
Hello my heart it is breaking in two
And I can't believe some of these things that you do
But I'm your man, oh I'm your man
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"Show Me What You're Workin' With" written by Ron Kowalewski
Oh darling
Show me what you're workin' with
I like the way you dance girl
I like the way you swing those hips
I saw you walkin' in the club
Yeah you're looking like a star
Two steppin' real hard
Til I caught you off your guard
You said oh that's my jam
And you move so sweet
To my zydeco music
Swept you off of your feet
Oh darling
Show me what you're workin' with
I like the way you dance girl
I like the way you swing those hips
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9. |
Fiddle Hickey
02:32
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"Fiddle Hickey" written by Brendan Gosson
I don’t wanna go home tonight
Stay here by myself
It’s been too long since I’ve been outta town it’s not good for my health
We had a damn good party it’s not time for it to end
sit back down pick another tune and hang with me my friend
These old walls they rumbled from the music we all played
dancers on the balcony looking down upon the stage
Smoking on the front laughing, joking having fun
The banjo rapped the fiddle rang
then then that band was done
I don’t wanna go home tonight Stay here by myself
It’s been too long since I’ve been outta town it’s not good for my health
We had a damn good party it’s not time for it to end
sit back down pick another tune and drink with me my friend
When I’d had my share of whiskey I laid down for my rest
Woke up went to the diner and my head was such a mess
Thank you my friend Gerry for the timely ride to town
I rode 81 north on the 3 PM greyhound
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10. |
Cool and Dark Inside
03:35
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“Cool and dark inside”
If i had a tavern the lights would be low
I'd put a sign up so everybody'd know
Come on in and see us
Come on in and hide
Come on in, It's cool and dark inside
Yeah there'd be a jukebox
But not the modern kind
Songs for a troubled heart
not to blow your mind
Come on in and see us
You're welcome here inside
Come on in, It's cool and dark inside
When my life is over
And my journeys done
Bury me on the mountain
Where the coyotes run
No reason to explain it honey
Why i lived or i died
Just say come on in, it's cool and dark inside
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11. |
Dickerson Church Road
02:21
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"Dickerson Church Road" written by Cody Barcroft
There's a place near my old home
Where all the kids used to go get stoned
There grooves on the cheeks of the crying statue
Down on Dickerson Church Road
In the afternoon we'd sigh
And down that road we'd ride
Twisting up papers with our fucked up heads
We would get so high
The legend we all know
Late at night we would go
We were climbing those fences and stealing all the caches
Down on Dickerson Church Road
Roll your last cigarette and let's go
And boys hoover the rest of that coke
We'll twist up a fat one and go down to smoke
On Dickerson Church Road
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12. |
TPAA
02:23
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“TPAA” by Jared McGovern (Urban Pioneers)
Well California calls me conservative
Texas calls me a hippie
My Louisiana friends all call me a yank
I’m a redneck in New York City
Try to get in where I fit in
There’s no shame in my game
But every place there’s one little case
That’s always the same
The police are assholes everywhere ya go
From the little bitty cities to the big old towns
There’s an asshole on patrol
The police are assholes yes you know it’s true
And if you’re standing out there with a gun and a badge you’re probably and asshole too
You may be sitting there with a scowl on your face
Saying “police have a dangerous job”
But they know what they were getting into
When they signed up to be a cop
I’d like to shake the hand of any a man
Who actually protects at serves
This one’s for all the assholes
I hope you get what you deserve
The police are assholes everywhere ya go
From the little bitty cities to the big old towns
There’s an asshole on patrol
The police are assholes yes you know it’s true
And if you’re standing out there with a gun and a badge
This song was written just for you
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13. |
Institution Blues
05:03
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"Institution Blues" written by Daniel Byrd
Where will you be when the walls come crashing like waves?
Oh, and how long will it take to turn the page?
Yeah, in the book of ages, in the books of man,
you're reading and you're writing, it's in your hands
and maybe I've just been watching too much of the news,
but I can't help feelin' these, these institution blues
We've got a system set up for to keep us people in check
but greed has got the operators makin' such an awful mess
Yeah, you give one man power, give another man chains
Oh, I said it's all the same
And I've lost my illusion that I've got a real choice to choose
and I can't help feelin these, these institution blues.
I see everybody strugglin', sellin' out their souls for a dime
There's no freedom for my people when we're locked up, bees in the hive
Yeah, you get a barcode when you're born and a coffin when you die
All I want to do is live a simple life,
but the man on the TV says I've got to pay some heavy dues,
and I get so sick of these, these institution blues
They've got me funding a corrupted state, ain't it great?
They've got me paying for a war or two I hate, and it's too late
and I get so damn sick of these, these institution blues
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14. |
Getting in the Way
02:32
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"Getting in the Way" written by Max Flansburg
You can tell that i am from the country
Where i lay my skin and bone
Where i learned how to be honest
In a place i like to call home
You can tell that i like drinkin'
And i drink my money away
Cause the only thing I'm good for
Is just getting in the way
Go back home
That's what they always say
The only thing I'm good for
Is just getting in the way
You can tell that i don't really talk much
But I know how to apologize cause everything i try to do
I screw up once or twice
You can tell that i like smokin'
And i smoke my money away
Cause the only thing I'm good for
Is just getting in the way
Go back home
That's what they always say
The only thing I'm good for
Is just getting in the way
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15. |
Aliens
03:59
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"Aliens" written by Josh Gage
Have you ever saved a worm from certain death
On a hot sidewalk just after it rained
Have you ever had a feeling leave you breathless
So much so that it makes you feel insane
I wanna take you to a supermarket
And have a fight that's really just pretend
I wanna take you to another planet
Where you and me can rule the aliens
Have you ever met someone you cant configure
Maybe late one night deep inside some bar
Have you ever cut yourself while you were swimming
So much so that it even left a scar
I wanna take you to a dreamers hideout
Not mine or yours but someone elses gourd
I wanna take you to an elephant refuge
Where you and me can reign as overlords
This is the part of the song
Where I'm supposed to say something impactful
But I'm gonna play it cool
And just remain tactful
Have you ever saved a worm from certain death
On a hot sidewalk just after it rained
Have you ever had a feeling leave you breathless
So much so that it makes you feel insane
I wanna take you to a supermarket
And have a fight that's really just pretend
I wanna take you to another planet
Where you and me can rule the aliens
Where you and me can rule the aliens
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Tyler Westcott Buffalo, New York
Singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist based in Buffalo NY. Founder/band leader of the group Folkfaces in 2011. Founder of Folkfaces Fest and Banjo Juice Jazz Band & Tyler Westcott Band. He is also an active member of Kathryn Koch Band and The Paper Roses. ... more
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