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Faithful
04:42
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Faithful
I’m put out like a fire in the wind and snow
And I'm covered like a drifter nobody knows
But I'm faithful, faithful to me
She's burned out like a horse in summertime hot
She's a pool in the distance, a fading mirage
But she's faithful, faithful to me
I've tried so hard to believe,
That nothing’s really happening,
Nothing has happened to me.
In ordinary time,
I'm not the man who cries,
I'm leaning on the arms that set me free.
But when the chips are piled high,
and the bullet starts to bite,
All hail the one who's looking out for me.
Its nothing that I like to remember at night
Everything about last December was right
And it's faithful, faithful to me
So cut me like a wire, it's centerfold time,
Hit me with a whiff of black smoke in my eyes
Cause it's faithful, faithful to me
Tell me you got something just to get by
Tell me you got something that will
Fade out the blue of the sky.
In ordinary time,
I'm not the man who cries,
I'm leaning on the arms that set me free.
But when the chips are piled high,
and the bullet starts to bite,
All hail the one who's looking out for me.
So take me to the edge and I'll cast out my lots
I'm sleeping in the canyon until I get caught
it's faithful, faithful to me
Take me to the edge and I'll cast out my lots
I've been sleeping in the canyon and I've never been caught.
It's faithful, faithful to me.
In ordinary time,
I'm not the man who cries,
I'm leaning on the arms that set me free.
But when the chips are piled high,
and the bullet starts to bite,
All hail the one who's looking out for me.
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Eugene
03:47
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Eugene
Are there voices in your heart
Voices in the dark
Movement in the walls
And I’m a wreck
There’s a rider in the distance
He’s always coming
There’s a corner in the mist for us
To take me in
It’s a long way from Amarillo
It’s a long reach from Lubbock too
So bury me in Eugene baby I’m asking
No one will ever find me there but you
No one will ever find me there but you
Are there lashes in the dark
There’s screaming in your heart
Your mom was in the house
She was a wreck
There’s a rider in the distance
He’s always been coming
There’s a corner in the mist for us
To take you in
It’s a long way from Amarillo
It’s a long reach from Lubbock too
So bury me in Eugene baby I’m asking
No one will ever find me there but you
I’m a long way from Amarillo
I’m a long reach from Lubbock too
Bury me in Eugene baby I’m asking
No one will ever find me there but you
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Nowhere Nevada
04:13
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Nowhere Nevada
I’m not much for flowers
But I’m not much for tears and broken hearts
I spent the night in Reno
Spent the night in Reno in a bar
When I lost my money
I called my mother on the phone
Then she called my baby
Who’d rather just go home alone
I’m in Nowhere Nevada
With a spade in my hand
You either bury the gamble
Or you bury the man
I’m not much for drinking,
I already dug my own grave
But if I filled it with liquor
I’d fill it with Tito’s Handmade
When I lost my money
I bet it on nineteen and two
But the dealer drew a seven
Now I’m six in the hole with the blues
I’m in Nowhere Nevada
With a spade in my hand
You either bury the gamble
Or you bury the man
I’m not much for talking
But I already told you this far
And you patiently waited
For me to lay down my last card
Two pairs of aces beats a house full of lonely and tough
But three faces in black suits
Will carry me out, royal flush
I’m in Nowhere Nevada
With a spade in my hand
You either bury the gamble
Or you bury the man
I’m in Nowhere Nevada
With a spade in my hand
You either bury the gamble
Or you bury the man
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4. |
Finds My Heart
02:39
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Finds My Heart
I hear that gospel message
it’s calling out my name
calling out my name amidst the crowd
But I haven’t been a listening
it’s calling out my name
calling out my name amidst the crowd
My heart finds its way down to the aisle
The way down to the aisle finds my heart
My knees shake the whole way down the aisle
The way down to the aisle finds my heart
I see that preacher preaching
He’s calling out my name
Calling out my name amidst the crowd
But I haven’t been a looking
He’s calling out my name
Calling out my name amidst the crowd
My heart finds its way down to the aisle
The way down to the aisle finds my heart
My knees shake the whole way down the aisle
The way down to the aisle finds my heart
I know the shepherd is reaching out
He’s calling out my name
Calling out my name amidst the crowd
I know it’s him who’s calling out…
He’s calling out my name
Calling out my name amidst the crowd
My heart finds its way down to the aisle
The way down to the aisle finds my heart
My knees shake the whole way down the aisle
The way down to the aisle finds my heart
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5. |
Where You Go
03:42
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Where You Go
Where you go I will go
Where your hope lies I will hope
I’ll work these hands till my lamp burns low
Wherever you will go now I will go
Don’t tell me that I’m lying
Don’t say that I’m so young
Don’t tell me that I’ve never tasted love I’ve had enough
Just tell me where we’re headed
A story about your home
Could you speak of something better than the past it’s getting old
Where you go I will go
Where your hope lies I will hope
I’ll work these hands till my lamp burns low
Wherever you will go now I will go
Don’t tell me that I’m lonesome
Or bless your little heart
Don’t say that I don’t understand the world and all its parts
I have stared into the wildness of an unshaken mother bird
There is shelter underneath her mighty wings from all that hurts
Where you go I will go
Where your hope lies I will hope
I’ll work these hands till my lamp burns low
Wherever you will go now I will go
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