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Screen Door Screaming
02:43
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Your father ran out the screen door screaming at me
All about his faith and the morals in which he believed
Though he never could hold on to all things that he loved
That’s how he lost you your brothers and your mom
While driving hard on faith and gasoline
Into the ditch where he could not be seen
In the night I hid in the fields of cotton and corn
And I made my home in the tall oaks on the tree line
There I kept my things all the photos and the letters you wrote
In that old cigar box we bought in New Mexico
While driving hard on faith and gasoline
Into the ditch where we could not be seen
In Mexico
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2. |
Time Will Tell
02:42
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Here I am and here I go
feeling all the love heartache loss and pain
Bury my mind in the soil
I hear the dirt feels cool upon the dying skin
Babe would ask me questions I did not know
She said I have not seen enough of life
And time will tell all the reasons
I guess sometimes I’m too afraid of mine
Car broke down cars fly by
They’re all racing from the point of their return
Curtain calls and old country band
Drank themselves to sleep singing to be free
Still babe would ask me question I did not know
She said I have not seen enough of life
And time will tell all the reasons
I guess sometimes I’m too afraid of mine
I guess sometimes I’m too afraid of mine
I guess sometimes I”m too afraid of mine
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3. |
Ghost
03:22
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Through mysterious nightfalls
And swamp-covered lake beds
The moss hangs to talk to the moon
She resides where there’s no one
Says the city it is undone
Full of heartache envy and fear
Yes and I held her one time
She fled for the sunshine
For what was thought to be light
A lady of mention in all conversations
Though fleeting like some kind of ghost
I searched the Southland
I looked up I looked down
Though I could not trace her steps
Rumors she could fly
They swirled around the campfire
A legend can’t be untied
I recall one night she stood on the sidewalk
The crowds they all chanted suicide
She jumped from the bridge line
Into the dark pines
Her body was never found
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4. |
Judge and the Trestle
05:18
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Down the trestle far past Davidson’s Market Store
I’d leave the lumber and walk Grace Virginia home
She’d smile to say this town hell it knows what’s going on
I smiled back to say fuck this town as we both carried on
Your innocence hell it’s what I love
But I’m afraid that these doves
Won’t fly for long before put down
Then it’s you and I just buried deep in the ground
Judge Bill Owens he’s a hard headed son of a bitch
He’d choose his women any way that he saw fit
And he chose Virginia at the age of only fifteen
Yes a judge must be judged and I don’t plan to be discrete
Your innocence hell it’s what I love
But I’m afraid that these doves
Won’t fly for long before put down
Then it’s you and I just buried deep in the ground
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5. |
Kentucky
04:58
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Take me home where I can fear nothing anymore
I’ve grown tired slightly weary lost a bit of all I am
Honey can’t you see I’m as earnest as I can be
I was turning for that apple though it turned away from me
Every since Kentucky taught me how to doubt
It’s a lonesome feeling that I just can’t live without
I’ve been searching for answers and the keys to this cell
There’s a ghost here that haunts me claims to be my own self
Hollowed eyes but he shimmers when he swears
I was broken to the floor as I made my way for the door
I was grinding tooth through the hollers and the lakes
Shining bright lights of heaven yes but angst with the likes of hell
She sat alone on a creekside alway yelling as she swayed
Every since Kentucky taught me how to doubt
It’s a lonesome feeling that I just can’t live without
I’ve been searching for answers and the keys to this cell
There’s a ghost here that haunts me claims to be my own self
Hollowed eyes but he shimmers when he swears
And I knew I just had to get back home
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6. |
Sadie Trix
03:34
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In the spring of ‘91 I met that woman
At an old truck stop on the southside of L.A.
I was fueling up my diesel
Headed north for San Francisco
She caught my eye in that beat up Chevrolet
And all the other boys
They all miss their fix
Off of you Sadie Trix
At the Pink Palace Club
Now it’s this trashed-out camper van
The smell of morning sickness
And I’m late for work at that Moonlight Video
I’m still strung out from Daisy’s Dancing Hall
I was tasting rails down porcelain bathroom stalls
And all the other boys
They all miss their fix
Off of you Sadie Trix
At the Pink Palace Club
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7. |
Small Town Darling
04:43
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Well the good ol’ boys are gathered now at the diner down the street
Talking ‘bout that sophomore quarterback last night blew out his knee
And the smoke-stained teeth and coffee breathe it is hot upon the press
Stealing glances from the waitress in her flowered dress
And the bar across the way there we use to always go
I still play rummy till the morning light cracks shadows on the floor
I know your evenings are filled up with lovers and their gin
And I know the city’s lively with shows and all the men
Lately I’ve been losing sleep to thoughts of us back when
You never liked the small town darling you never were a small town darling
You were so dead set on leaving here and nineteen years of age
So fluent with your Spanish and concrete in your rage
And I recall the times you use to always say
This town can’t hold the two of us so you might as well just stay
Honey I’m here to tell you now this town just ain’t the same
There’s only that one waitress at the diner down on Main
I know you’re evenings are filled up with lovers and their gin
And I know the city’s lively with shows and all the men
Lately I’ve been losing sleep to thoughts of us back when
You never liked the small town darling you never were a small town darling
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8. |
Spirit That Resides
03:11
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Looking back I see it in your eyes
There’s no surprise you feel the way you do
I had a song that no one was singing
But it went away when I quit drinking
There’s a spirit that resides in the pines
How she toils me how she toils me
Sarah said our love could start a war
I’d go down and see her when I could
But all our fighting it just laid her to dying
Sometimes the odds they’re stacked so high
There’s a spirit that resides in the pines
How she toils me how she toils me
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9. |
The Closer
05:08
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Well we were tripping over headstones
While you were laughing at the cops
The corn path led us back to the white chapel cross
There we toasted with a ghost
Hung with medals around his throat
He said if fear is an option
I suggest you let it go
You have to fight
To stick around
And the fist-felt cinder blocks
They left me sleeping at the docks
The houseboats tethered crashing
They were thrashing on the rock
And I woke up to the sirens
The dispatch static hum
We got a kid lost out on the diamond
He’s strung out on the mound
The closer came and shut him down
The closer came and shut him down
The closer came and shut him down
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10. |
Thought That Counts
05:08
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With a finely tuned perspective
Drawn sour with contradiction
And a packing mule that could no longer go
He started out from Kansas City
To ramble out to Reno
In search for things always in himself
Got hemmed up in Boulder
Sent that letter that he wrote her
With the only words he could find
I hope you’re doing well up north
Though I don’t care how as to why
I hear it’s the thought that counts
Honey if that’s true I can give you that
Legs went lame in Sante Fe
Giving way to his decay
And the time for the greed that was chasing
Spent some years down on the border
Fell in love with some young hoarder
But she cared for him unlike any other
And the ranch it did him well
She taught him how to catch what fell
How to dust it off and put it back to use
Once he woke to find her missing
Only needles and syringes
You see sometimes the wise one still runs dry
He found her down in the barn
Lying on a hay-bale calm
With a note to him for measures
Don’t be mad for what I’ve done
Purpose lies in how we spun
In the time we’ve held together
Once a broken child to hold
Now a grown man to weep
Take the mare out of the stable
Shoulders straight and set her able
Life has these ups and downs
But I hear it’s the thought that counts
honey if that’s true I’ve given that
At least all I have
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J.W. Teller Jackson, Mississippi
“His songs reflect this sensibility, along with sometimes painful experiences from living under what was essentially a small-town theocracy.” (Doug Hill, Norman Transcript)
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