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Slow Southern Home
02:36
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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
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2. |
Graniteville
05:14
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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
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3. |
Should've Known
03:34
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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'
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4. |
In the Garden
05:58
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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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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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