On Promenade

by Doug Burr

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1.
Slow Southern Home I lay awake for a night Drenched in anguish and bright light I dreamt about an ancient house And a slow Southern home I was there, and so were you Not a word was spoke, nothing new It was old, all was known Like a sheep to the fold A blind man sang, bells of joy I was a stranger, but still a boy My parents dead, the vines had grown Through my slow Southern home In those eyes, I had no name They had seen fear, and all was vain Bells of joy he did sing His noise did ring and ring and ring And everyone must come back The flames have risen, the plumes were black And if you're welcomed home by friends It won't ever be the same again
2.
Graniteville 05:14
Graniteville Just a boxcar flower, used to follow your daddy Another freighter in from Cincinnatti You were always watchin, watchin' the train roll by Yeah, you know he loved you, everything he carried Another red eye, Mobile, Albany You were always watchin, watchin the train roll by Chorus: So tell me whatís going on in Graniteville Catch a whole town underneath a sleeping pill Itís a tired little city, we grew up together With your picture looking out your grandmothersí window Thereís a black train rolling through the middle of the night If it finds us here, well thereís nowhere to hide And if we ever wake up in Graniteville You know how much I love you and I always will Tryin so hard just to get away Some people want to die in a quiet place But everybodyís always watching, watching the trains roll by You have a place to go and itís never enough A little heart a-payin' toll, but the trainís in a rush Out of town, itís always leaving, watching the train roll by Bridge: But every town is small when it comes for you Just like everyoneís asleep when itís passing through Oh tonight I heard the screaming of a million tons So wake up pretty baby, turn the light on Tonight thereís something different, something gone wrong Weíve been sleeping too long, so long Refrain: Wake up, baby, theres a train a-comin' Don't you leave me or forsake me Wake up, baby, there's a train a-comin' Don't you know how much I love you Wake up, baby, and hear the screechin', There's a whole town drifting off to dreamin' Wake up, baby there's a train a-comin Winter's leavin', Spring has sprung and Wake up, baby, hear the screamin' Whole town dies while it's still sleepin' Wake up, baby, there's a train a-comin' Don't forget, you know I love you
3.
Should've Known Should've Known by now You should've asked me how it comes Yeah, it comes Should've known by now You should've asked me how it comes Well, it comes Chorus 1: Nothin' changes here, aaaaahhhh For all your strange love letters, and your souvenirs And when you finally lend an ear, aaaaahhhh All you ever hear Is 'them VanGogh boys, they should've known' Should've Known by now You should've asked me how it comes Yeah, it comes Should've known by now You should've asked me how it comes Well, it goes Chorus 2: Nothin' changes here, aaaaahhhh For all your broken-hearted, bloody souvenirs And when you finally lend an ear, aaaaahhhh All you ever hear Is 'them VanGogh boys, they should've known' Chorus 3: Nothin' changes here, aaaaahhhh For all your broken-hearted, torn and martyred souvenirs Until you finally rend an ear, aaaaahhhh Till you can barely hear 'em say Yeah, 'them VanGogh boys, they should've known'
4.
In the Garden Devils, thorns, and gears 'Been that way for years Ridin' shot-gun fears Through the garden Stay awake all night Looking for a fight The whites of their eyes In the garden Chorus 1 & 2: I have seen the picture and it's getting worn with age I swear it doesnít look like it used to in this place You come when you are young Get out of the sun The shadow of the gun In the garden Still hear Momma's call Sheís lookin' for her shawl The locusts took it all In the garden bridge 1: I hear somebody laughin' , I hear somebody laughin' I hear somebody laughin' in the garden I dreamed I had a dream I woke up by a stream I could not move or scream In the garden I feel the sky grow heavy The ground is getting wetter I have a sinking feeling It gets worse before better, better Chorus 3: I have seen the picture and it's getting worn with age I swear it never looked like it does now in this place bridge 2: And I hear somebody weepin', I hear somebody weepin' I hear somebody weepin' in the garden I hear somebody weepin' (repeat)

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Track Listing:
1. Slow Southern Home
2. Come to My Senses
3. Graniteville
4. Whippoorwill
5. How Can the Lark (My Dear Theo)
6. Should've Known
7. In the Garden
8. Thing About Trouble
9. Last Promenade
10. Always Travel Light
11. Blood Runs Downhill

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released August 29, 2007

All songs by Doug Burr, copyright 2007, Woven Wings, ASCAP

www.dougburr.com

All songs/instruments recorded at Ramble Creek Studio, Austin, TX with these exceptions: fiddle and accordion on "Last Promenade", and lap steel on "In the Garden" recorded by Paul Quigg at his studio in Dallas.

Produced by Britton Beisenherz, Doug Burr, Todd Pertll.

Mixed, and Engineered by Britton Beisenherz at Ramble Creek Studio, Austin, TX except where noted.

Mastered by Jim Wilson at Airshow Mastering, Boulder, CO.

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Doug Burr Denton, Texas

"If there are things bigger than sex and laughs, then we damn well better sing about it. If there is a God in heaven even singing against him makes more sense than the hair metal with all its soft porn videos...Burr’s albums have the heaviness of a novel. You don’t read Faulkner for entertainment. Some authors are too full of gravity. You don’t read them at the beach. You read them at the grave." ... more

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