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Hungry Hill
03:07
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all those horses
running so fast
all those men
holding out to last
they are gone, they are gone, they are gone
all those castles
made to stand
all those apples
in adam's hand
they do fall, they do fall, they do fall
hey my missouri
way up on hungry hill
i asked you to stay
but i don't know that you will
i asked you to stay but I don't know that you will
standing in the screen door
wearing summer like a fever
all the things you had hoped for
have spent themselves
they spent themselves in their fervor
hey my missouri
way up on hungry hill
the devil he fought
with a force so fierce
it scalded the earth to its core
all those horses
running so fast
all those men
holding out to last
they are gone, they are gone, they are gone
all those castles
made to stand
all those apples
in adam's hand
they do fall, they do fall, they do fall.
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The Hunt
03:02
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the fog eats the morning bay
the horns are foxhounds
with blood in their mouths
Sunday bells pray
we reach the water's edge
you wear the weather
like a second skin
you dive right in
anchor in harbor
what did you barter
what did you barter this time
and a wide ocean
is a wealthy notion
we swim out to the bridge
the houses on the hill
stand dark sentinel
day breaks still
the cold waves hunt the shore
and we all want
what we can't have
but you want it more
anchor in harbor
what did you barter
what did you barter this time
and a wide ocean
is a wealthy notion
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Cocaine
02:34
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cocaine
cocaine
killed my baby but it won't kill me
buried her beneath those lonesome plains
buried her beneath that lone prairie
we were married when we were young
preacher sung us good psalms
every morning I'd work on the farm
she'd get to nothing but trouble and harm
built our home with my own hands
a man's work, muscle on bone
my wife left our house threadbare
never had bread and we never had milk
the very last time I saw my girl
she was riding out to the store
on that bicycle I bought her
some were born to leave this world
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Western Sun
02:19
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that western sun, that western sun
come all undone
that western sun, that western sun
come all undone
that western sun, that western sun
come all undone
and the call of the night
and the call of the night
is in my mouth
and on my tongue
what have you done to me
what have you done to me
what have you done to me
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Weather Eye
03:36
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I was that old oak tree
standing in the yard
you were lightening from the stars
lord I never fell so hard
lord I never fell so hard
away you sailors
out on the sea
make way you sailors
keep a weather eye for me
keep a weather eye for me
well I built a boat from
salvaged wood
but I built it on dry land
in my life I been looking
for that hand to help it to shore
you were the hand to help it to shore
away you sailors
out on the sea
make way you sailors
keep a weather eye for me
keep a weather eye for me
keep a weather eye for me
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Wild Dogs
02:33
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high mountain deep stream
crossing at daybreak
leaving tracks that disappear
like waves on a lake
like waves on a lake
all things that I've learned
I've learned the hard way
wild dogs they do run
cause they don't know how to stay
they don't know how to stay
I am an earthquake
I am an ocean wave
rolling through the land and sea
headed for an early grave
headed for an early grave
when I was younger
I was a seed of grain
now I am older
I am the wide plains
I am the wide plains
house of brick
house of bone
things that do not roam
true love to call your own
lord I'll die alone
I swear I'll die alone
lord I'll die alone
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Along the rocky
and perilous coast
I shattered my only boat
but like a lighthouse
you cut through the storm
you lit my way back home
you lit my way back home
I was lost
I was rambling
aw, I was roaming
put my ear to the ground
and the sound of your heartbeat
led me back home
it led me back home
in the wilderness
with the dangerous beasts
I hid for many years
but like a horn
with your silver tongue
you herald the way back home
you herald the way back home
across this wide land
from city to farm
from Boston to Oregon
there is many a tall building
and many a true song
but the finest home is in your arms
the finest home is in your arms
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8. |
Western Sun (reprise)
01:41
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