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Refugee
03:03
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Refugee
I rode a boat across the sea
With an orphan on my knee
In breaking tides we came ashore
Just to knock upon your door
Will you take us in?
Will you shine a light?
Will you feed the ones
Lost inside the night?
Will you give us hope?
Will you hear our plea?
Will you dry the tears
Of the refugee?
When the troubles came I lost my home
And all the tender things I had known
I prayed to God for my survival
Paid a hard price for safe arrival
Will you take us in?
Will you shine a light?
Will you feed the ones
Lost inside the night?
Will you give us hope?
Will you hear our plea?
Will you dry the tears
Of the refugee?
Without a family
Without a sweetheart
Without a dollar in my hand
Seeking only
A sign of kindness
I set out for your promised land
Will you take us in?
Will you shine a light?
Will you feed the ones
Who are lost inside the night?
Will you give us hope?
Will you hear our plea?
Will you dry the tears
Of the refugee?
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3. |
This Broken Land
05:28
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This Broken Land
Let me rise, let me light this fire
Let me raise the shade
Let me make a pot of coffee
And watch the twilight fade
Here we are, all our stories told
Except the ones we buried deep
Far away from the promise
We promised to keep
This is a hard garden to work in
I bend my back and scrape my hands
But I seldom see one blossom
On this broken land
I look across this weary table
At the lines upon your face
Showing all the weary years
Like faded linen lace
It’s another day without the will
To wonder why
These tears appear
And dry in our eyes
This is a hard garden to work in
I bend my back and scrape my hands
But I seldom see one blossom
On this broken land
The news came suddenly
And took our breath away
Took our gift and left us with
No words to say
Now we slowly drift apart
Day by day
You know I love you baby
You know I always will
But nothing we can do
Can ever fill this space
This emptiness
That we share
So much less than what we hoped for
Still more than we can bear
This is a hard garden to work in
I bend my back and scrape my hands
But I seldom see one blossom
I seldom see one blossom
In this broken land
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The Lord’s Highway
In days of yore
Long before the days we still recall
Before the fall
Of all that kept us high
And sanctified
And with time just standing still
We watched the world fly
Fast before our eyes
And we shot the shit like we always did
Like it was all just preordained
Rolling towards our great reward
On the Lord’s highway
The Lord’s highway
And then we drank and we drank some more
Bottles crashing on the floor
Beneath our feet
And we felt the heat
From those razzle dazzle girls
We chanced to meet
Wrap around us
Like something from below
And we shot the shit like we always did
Without a trace of shame
Rolling towards our great reward
On the Lord’s highway
The Lord’s highway
Come on and ride, ride along
Ride, ride along, ride along
I know greater ghosts than us
Have boasted taller tales
They traced a trail
Beyond the nights we’ve known
Still we’re brothers and we’re kin
And we can lie just like the best of them old soldiers and fishermen
Remember when and then and then
We shot the shit like we always did
Like there was nothing we would change
Rolling towards our great reward
On the Lord’s highway
The Lord’s highway
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The Ballad of Calamity Jane
He was a glam cowhand in a rhinestone vest
Calamity Jane that's the name he wore best
A hillbilly homo looking for a home
In canyons of desire he wandered alone
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
They said dude you look like a lady, and Jane said Don't we all? Sometimes
Now pour me some whiskey and I will tell you about the fall
Of angels flying higher than allowed
Far beyond the rainbow miles above the fearful crowd
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
Now Jane, he could ride and he was good with a rope
He weathered weeks on the trail without soap
He saw Wichita Kansas and new Abilene
He crossed every river in between
And the last we heard he was headed for the borderland
At the edge of the world where lives are written in sand
He made for the Llano Estacado a tune upon his tongue
His saddle studded with silver, his stallion lit by the sun
An angel of the range, a son of sturdy folk
Gazing at the last lone star as the morning broke
With no place to rest, no place to pray
Nobody to hold at the end of the day
You lose track of the time since you last knew a friend
Awaiting a grace only heaven can send
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I Wanted to Say
04:18
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8. |
Beyond Our Eyes
06:06
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She's the One
03:08
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She’s the One
I like Hank the elder
She likes the junior one
I turn the other cheek
She reaches for her gun
Says her mama was a cowgirl
Now she’s looking for a cowboy’s son
My daddy was an Indian
Still I think she might be the one
She said that New York City
Did not suit her style or flow
I said there was nowhere I
Would rather go
We drank a few mojitos
And I figured we were done
She said sit down ordered another round
My God I think she’s the one
She’s the one
She’s the one
We could fight for years
And make babies from our tears
Inside your world
Girl that’s where I want to be
With nothing but oxygen
Between you and me
Now she and me we ain’t that different
Whatever way this sounds
I get redneck when I drink
She’s a hippie when the sun goes down
She’s got some strange notions
And weird things she calls fun
But I have drunk the potion
And all I know is she’s the one
She’s the one
She’s the one
She’s the one
She’s the one
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