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For All Those Who I Love
03:15
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Got a house and a bit of land.
I got a pretty wife
Whose daddy don’t think
I’m worthy of her hand.
Gonna make my mark while I can.
I’m gonna build the life my father was denied.
I won’t live a hungry man.
Now I know it’s wrong
To take what ain’t your claim.
But if the world was fair I’d have my share,
I wouldn’t square it on my own.
Every sin I’ve carved into my name
Leaves a debt to pay when my spirit makes
The final journey home.
I had a pretty wife,
But I never measured up.
We had two strong babes
Who grew afraid of the man I’d become.
I lived my life a hungry man,
But I swear I made each sacrifice
For all those who I love.
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That golden ring don’t shine no more,
Not like the way it did before.
When I was ‘lone and feeling bad
That golden ring was all I had
That golden ring don’t fit no more,
Not like the way it did before.
When you were gone, my heart was too.
And that golden ring, I wore for you.
That golden ring is all that’s left
Of who we were and what it meant.
That golden ring.
That golden ring.
That golden ring.
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Squared Up
04:10
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Oh, you bring home the saddest of songs
When you’re out on the road.
Heartbreak all on your sleeve
For the whole world to know.
How long will you chase this dream
That’s so clear from the stage?
I see you in pictures,
I hear you in verse.
I know that you’re keeping well,
Despite the worst.
Oh, I know what it feels like
To be out on your own.
Squared up to take it on all alone.
Oh, you bring home the saddest of songs
When you’re out on the road.
Heartbreak all on your sleeve
For the whole world to know.
How long will you chase this dream,
Or what remains?
And as the day turns to the night
Beyond our control
We will revolve into the light.
Oh, I know what it feels like
To be out on your own.
Squared up to take it on all alone.
Oh, you bring home the saddest of songs
When you’re out on the road.
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Taxes and Death and You
03:34
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Tomorrow brings one of three things
None of which I need in my day.
One that wants me, one that haunts me.
I worry that the other’s on its way.
Oh, I can try for a little time
To run from the two, but I heard
You can only run for so long
‘Til life catches up with the third.
Decisions I’ve made, it’s safe to say
That I’ve missed a consequence or two.
But I won’t outwait what I won’t escape,
Taxes and death and you.
Well, two of them act as middle men
Collectors of repentance and sin.
But number three,
He knows where I hide my key
And he’ll just come traipsing right in.
CHORUS
Oh I’m to blame why they all have my name
The taxman, my last breath, and you.
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Well, I lost you and it’s all my fault.
You were always telling me
What it was that you didn’t want.
But I went on with my ways
Hoping to never face the day.
That I’d come home to your note
Tacked to my door.
Is it cheatin’ if you don’t get laid?
Is it a gig if you don’t get paid?
Is it a crying shame if my tears don’t fall?
Though the charges all were dropped,
It don’t change how you got caught.
Is it a crying shame if my tears don’t fall?
Being single to me,
That’s more of a state of mind.
And playing hard to get might work for some,
But I ain’t got that kind of time.
Just like every coin has two sides,
So does every truth and every lie.
And every sinner wants someone to hold.
Is it cheatin’ if you don’t get laid?
Is it a gig if you don’t get paid?
Is it a crying shame if my tears don’t fall?
Though the charges all were dropped,
It don’t change how hard you fought.
Is it a crying shame if my tears don’t fall?
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Are We Good
03:08
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Are we good, are we cool?
Did I follow all the rules?
Are we good, are we cool?
Sugar skull, dirty feet,
I’ll be in Mexico for three weeks,
Are we good, are we cool?
You ran off, sugar, from our home
Set aside my own dreams just to keep you going.
We’re good, we’re cool.
Cause you know, sugar, that I know.
You think that you’re the only one
With secrets left to show.
We’re good. We’re cool.
Baby, don’t you feel all alone
When you say don’t come home?
Are we good, are we cool?
Met another, looks like you.
For the time being, sweetheart,
It’s gonna have to do.
Are we good, are we cool?
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In the long days of the summertime
Outside a prairie town.
Near a mixed farm in Saskatchewan,
Our story is set down.
A matriarch of seven
Has a tale you can’t match.
It begins when she set out
To check on her potato patch.
T’wards an unmarked intersection
Shaded by brush and pine
Came the pride of the Dominion,
The Canadian Pacific line.
Her spuds grew on the other side,
And Laila she did stop,
But her gaze was stolen by the sight
Of a bumper berry crop.
When she saw that train a bearing down
She pinned pedal to the floor.
But that beast still caught the tailgate
Of her silver half-ton Ford.
Laila Sady Johnson wasn’t beaten by no train.
Spared of the fate of men
Whose lives that iron horse has claimed.
Though the impact was brutal
Her soul that day was saved.
Laila Sady Johnson wasn’t beaten by no train.
Laila Sady Johnson wasn’t beaten by no train.
In the farmyard stood a witness
Who knew our lady fine.
To her he vowed in earnest
In the fall of ’49.
As he watched the train advancing
Worry took hold of his heart.
For he feared today would be the day
That death would do them part.
When the cacophony of wreckage
Echoed through the countryside
Her dear husband wondered
Could Laila have survived?
CHORUS
A machine can bear no malice,
Mercy, grief or wrath.
And few can tell of how
They’ve crossed a locomotive’s path.
So when the engineer stepped out
Into the dusty air
He swore to god repentance
For an answer to his prayer.
CHORUS
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8. |
Radio Dreams
03:22
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In my AM radio dreams
Is where you’re painted
In the colours of the sea.
Where your shadow is long and lean,
And the shoreline is all we need.
In my AM radio dreams
Is where I hear your voice
Singing softly.
Though the words you can’t recall,
And the tune, you can’t carry it at all
Carry it at all.
You can’t carry it at all.
In my AM radio dreams
Is where I picture you
With her on your knee
In her red hair you leave a kiss.
It’s forever, a love as true as this.
True as this.
A love as true as,
As true as this.
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Don’t think I’ll be rich or famous,
Or live out my days riding high.
My home is here at rock bottom.
Where the spring of good fortune runs dry.
I’ll never reach the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Never live in a palace of gold.
Never fear I’ll squander my fortune.
Lose my looks, spend my life growing old.
If Buddha ceded earthly possessions
And Christ never wore any shoes.
You could say I’m keeping good company,
When my life’s all I have left to lose.
Once you’ve seen the bottom of the barrel,
Watched your hopes fall down from the sky,
You’re free from the chilling momentum
That builds in the old downhill slide.
But if you want for a silver lining
Let me say what you long to hear.
You’ll have plenty of sweet nothings
To whisper in your true love’s ear.
You’ll have plenty of sugar sweet nothings
To whisper in your true love’s ear.
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Belle Plaine regina, Saskatchewan
Belle Plaine is a small town prairie kid who grew up to be a sure-shot hunter, amateur gardener, wannabe horsewoman and a singer/songwriter who blurs the lines between folk, jazz and classic country. She has released three albums, and toured widely across Canada and the US. ... more
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