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Bury Me With a Broom
04:42
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There're some folks 'can see in her the angel that she is
She rolls her eyes and slightly smiles, but she won't hear the lies
She's gon' be surprised to find her room reserved in heaven
Been baptized and seen the light, but she don't want to die
If you get her talkin' about the way things used to be
She'll tell you 'bout her paintings and maybe 'bout her dreams
Now those days are fading, 'cause life's made it's demands
There's work that needs its working, she smiles and stands and says
Bury me with a broom, my work is not yet done
My life was giv'n to others and my dreams were gave up on
I'm still working out how to care for folks I love when I'm done living
So bury me with a broom and I'll start cleaning heaven
Her choice was made so long ago, what good is in what might
She knows the way for things to be, and makes sure all is right
Even when she falls asleep, she wakes with slightest sound
No one else is will make things right and that's why she's around
But if you get her talkin' about the way things used to be
She'll tell you 'bout her paintings and maybe about her dreams
Now those days are fading, 'cause life's made it's demands
There's work that needs its working, she smiles and stands and says
Bury me with a broom, my work is not yet done
My life was giv'n to others and my dreams were gave up on
I'm still working out how to care for folks I love when I'm done living
So bury me with a broom and I'll start cleaning heaven
I'll start cleaning heaven
So ask me how she's doing
One day I hope to smile and tell you about a sculpture she welded in the night
Or about how painting flowers, means she's angry with the world
My lady is a dreamer, but she's trading hope for love
But if you get her talkin' about the way things used to be
She'll tell you 'bout her paintings and maybe 'bout her dreams
Now those days are fading, 'cause life's made it's demands
There's work that needs its working, she smiles and stands and says
Bury me with a broom, my work is not yet done
My life was giv'n to others and my dreams were gave up on
I'm still working out how to care for folks I love when I'm done living
So bury me with a broom and I'll start cleaning heaven.
I'll start cleaning heaven
I'll start cleaning heaven
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2. |
Empty Church
04:46
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I was raised here, but its not the same
Different buildings, no one knows my name
Same old faces, who are they inside
Empty churches, don't you wonder why
I was younger, so were my friends
We were stupid, times were different then
Did we notice when the changes brought
Empty churches and a parking lot
I'm a fool to think I'm the only one
N'er to grace a church since the day I'was done
When you find out why, you can blame your hurt
On the darkened door of an empty church
Was it music, was the preaching good
And the building, or the neighborhood
Fix the carpet and the parking spaces
Empty churches are prime real estate.
Here's the church, here's the steeple
Open up them doors, where's all the people
Here's the church, here's the steeple
Open up them doors, where's all the people
I'm a fool to think I'm the only one
N'er to grace a church since the day I'was done
When you find out why, you can blame your hurt
On the darkened door of an empty church
Out of money, no one left to blame
Fire the preacher, there's a dollar saved
Keep the lights off when the doors are closed
Empty churches, no one even knows
I'm a fool to think I'm the only one
N'er to grace a church since the day I'was done
When you find out why, you can blame your hurt
On the darkened door of an empty church
Oh, of an empty church
Oh, of an empty church
Oh, of an empty church
Oh, of an empty church
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3. |
Crooked Rivers
04:00
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Sittin' on the fence in a lonesome land
Looking at the stars, searching for a friend
There are times when the world feels a mile away
No one asks the devil for a perfect day
Now the sun coming up across the hills
'Neath the clouds, like a blanket, sleeping in
When the crow through the sky flies alone against the wind
Who can find long straight lines, but crooked rivers
Standing in the sun with a view for miles
Over the horizon, people livin' different lives
How's it come that a mother raised a fist against a son
You can raise 'em how you want, gotta love 'em how they are
Let the rain settle down where it will
And the wind like a mistress o'er the hills
When a man builds a fence, wilderness is in a prison
He'll leave behind long straight lines and crooked rivers
Now the sun is coming up across the hills
'Neath the clouds, like a blanket, sleeping in
When a crow through the sky flies alone against the wind
Who can find long straight lines, but crooked rivers
Let the rain settle down where it will
And the wind like a mistress o'er the hills
When a man builds a fence, wilderness is in a prison
He'll leave behind long straight lines and crooked rivers
Ooh, ooh, ooh
He'll leave behind long straight lines and crooked rivers
Who can find long straight lines, but crooked rivers
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Tin roof echos like an ocean
Grief like waves fall from the sky
Heartache winds with anxious questions
Lightning breaks the peaceful night
You've been sleeping through the pouring rain of heartache
Lying still while rivers overflow
I can't lie awake here in this bed anymore
I'll be sleeping on the porch in a Texas storm
Shaking timbers in the ceiling
Doubt like water seeping through
Storm is passing like a lifetime
Silent pain is a house in ruin
You've been sleeping through the pouring rain of heartache
Lying still while rivers overflow
I can't lie awake here in this bed anymore
I'll be sleeping on the porch in a Texas storm
Oh, I'm alone in a storm named for you
Trees are swaying in the meadow
Thunder scares away the shame
Loneliness a passing shower
A broken heart is a hurricane
You've been sleeping through the pouring rain of heartache
Lying still while rivers overflow
I can't lie awake here in this bed anymore
I'll be sleeping on the porch in a Texas storm
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5. |
The Path
03:32
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When a horse, wild and free
Wanders alone in the woods
Toward a salt lick, the way becomes known
Over again, toward a point in the wilderness
Animals follow the path
And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads
Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods
On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves
Long before ways were free, they were good
Look to the sky from the ground
All around there are marvels
Behold there are roads upon roads
Even now, space
Just a point in the wilderness
Everyone follows a path
And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads
Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods
On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves
Long before ways were free, they were good
In all our learned ways
And our ways to come
There must soon come a time
When will we ask
Are the ways still good
What we leave behind
Will our daughters and sons
Follow the path
And the path becomes a way, ways turn to roads
Twisting our Sunday drives deep in the woods
On a road made by men, but mapped out by hooves
Long before ways were free, they were good
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6. |
Love the Sinner
03:41
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There's a man who holds a sign outside a building with a crowd
When a woman parks her car nearby, you'll hear him scream and shout
You're a monster, killing babies
Choose life! Your momma did
Love the sinner
Hate the sin
In the spheres where angry people speak their words behind a screen
No one listens but the victim while the masses popcorn feed
"Love is love" with rainbow banners fighting for their right to live
Love the sinner
Hate the sin
Oh, love the sinner
Hate the sin
Children hiding under tables, while a killer walks the halls
Perfect silence in the classroom, save for brave 911 calls
When the terror has subsided
thank the blue stripe, line so thin
Love the sinner
Hate the sin
Oh, love the sinner
Hate the sin
Now the words of Jesus haunt me
Cause they're written down in red
Love the Lord and love your neighbor
But we still misunderstand
Jesus never said the words
We often say, and say again
Love the sinner
Hate the sin
Oh, oh, love the sinner
Hate the sin
Oh, oh, love the sinner
Hate the sin
Oh, oh, love the sinner
Love the sinner
Love the sinner
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I don't know what I need
Sometimes the truth is like a forest hiding from the trees
Like a train wreck in my mind
Still miles away but I can't stop to fix the broken lines
Once, a long time ago, it took you two weeks to speak all your words
Now, as I'm searching for mine, the tables have turned
I need a song, when the nights are too long
And I'm feeling alone, when the reasons are wrong, I need a song
Help me to smile, give me new reasons why
Or just a reason to sing a happy song in a sad time
Just like a staircase I can't climb
It's like I'm pushed and now falling, from the highest height
Is there some debt to me you owe
How deep are pockets for the anger and pain and you haven't sewn
Once, a long time ago, it took you two weeks to speak all your words
Now, as I'm searching for mine, the tables have turned
I need a song, when the nights are too long
And I'm feeling alone, when the reasons are wrong, I need a song
Help me to smile, give me new reasons why
Or just a reason to sing a happy song in a sad time
I need a song, please be my song
When I'm feeling alone, when the reasons are wrong, I need a song
Help me to smile, give me new reasons why
Or just a reason to sing a happy song in a sad time
I need a song, please be my song
When I'm feeling alone, when the reasons are wrong, I need a song
Help me to smile, give me new reasons why
Or just a reason to sing
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8. |
I’m Not as Good
04:41
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I'm not as good as you think I am
Deep inside I'm just a broken man
Every time you try to say how proud you are
I know the truth is just too hard
I'm not as kind as you think I am
Not sounding mean don't mean I give a damn
Just like what the Bible says
A quiet fool looks wise these days
I'm a man who left his kids
No turning back, I made the best
Filled the ache inside my heart
While their whole world would fall apart
I'm a man who lives a lie
The grave is full for when I die
Doin' the best with what I can
I'm not as good as you think I am
There's no blueprint for how a man should be
At some point, the blame falls on me
No matter how far I run away
The truth is just as plain as day
I'm a man who left his kids
No turning back, I made the best
Filled the ache inside my heart
While their whole world would fall apart
I'm a man who lives a lie
The grave is full for when I die
Doin' the best with what I can
I'm not as good as you think I am
Blame is a marriage of glass walls and stones
No one is ever at home
Shame is a blanket that won't keep you warm
From a truth that is heartless and cold
I'm not the man I used to be
This brokenness is still a part of me
Ten years on, the world has changed
But some things still remain the same
I'm a man who left his kids
No turning back, I made the best
Filled the ache inside my heart
While their whole world would fall apart
I'm a man who lives a lie
The grave is full for when I die
Doin' the best with what I can
I'm not as good as you think I am
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Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
All is calm and peace
Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
On the long road back to Ten Sleep
Mountains be my guide
A strong wind behind
Will carry me on with Godspeed
No matter how far I roam
It's not too far gone
For the long road back to Ten Sleep
Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
All is calm and peace
Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
On the long road back to Ten Sleep
This lonesome land rolls on
To where the sky and earth are one
Maybe we can make room to agree
If every loud voice'd be still
Our hearts might might find their fill
And the long road back to Ten Sleep
Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
All is calm and peace
Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
On the long road back to Ten Sleep
Driving alone on a long winding road
With a river beside and a canyon below
Don't look for too long
When campfire burns strong
And the music plays on
Or you might never come home
Singin' oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
All is calm and peace
Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
On the long road back to Ten Sleep
Singin' oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
All is calm and peace
Oh oh, Oh oh oh oh
On the long road back to Ten Sleep
There's a long lonesome road
Where the word and the music live on
Where the night's alive with our songs
For a moment we all join as one
Take the long, long road back to Ten Sleep
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Treated like slaves, when Moses was born
And thrown in the Nile, like all Hebrew boys
But God made a way, and Moses was saved
A time for to come, when Pharaoh would pay
Oh he would pay
Oh, when God killed the babies
God killed the babies
God killed their children
And took all their gold
When God killed the babies
Those Egyptian babies
Pharaoh would let the Hebrews go
Frogs in the land, swarms in the sky
Livestock made low, but the Hebrews were fine
God brought the plague, and He rained down the hail
Followed with swarms, darkness prevailed
Oh, when God killed the babies
God killed the babies
God killed their children
And took all their gold
When God killed the babies
Those Egyptian babies
Pharaoh would let the Hebrews go
The Passover lamb, a sprinkling of blood
Spread o'er their doors, would save all their sons and daughters
The Angel of Death, came in the night
For all the firstborn, oh how they cried
When God killed the babies
God killed the babies
God killed their children
And took all their gold
When God killed the babies
Those Egyptian babies
Pharaoh would let the Hebrews go
Oh, when God killed the babies
God killed the babies
God killed their children
And took all their gold
When God killed the babies
Those Egyptian babies
Pharaoh would let the Hebrews go
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11. |
I’m Still Your Son
04:18
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When time came for war, you were still a young man
Driving in the dark in a foreign land
Your momma's proud, awaitin' your return
Many boys like you never made it home
Don't let your past become your best
Those days are gone but what comes next
When you think your life is done
I'm still your son
It is three AM and I think its fun
Goin' to work in my daddy's car
What I don't know, when the route is run
You'd keep on working two other jobs
Don't let the work be all you had
Even though I'm grown you're still my dad
Now you think your work is done
But I'm still your son
Nothing more to say
I'm still your son
I wasn't born your jailor
My words ain't no gun
You handcuffed yourself when momma died
Waiting your turn while others cried
Don't let your tears become your grave
In the darkest hour of the day
When you think you're all alone
I'm still your son
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12. |
This Town
03:15
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This town is like a poison
There's one street light but no warning
On the outside it seems charming
No one ever sees it coming
The smaller this town gets
Deeper the quicksand goes
When you think you've made it out
You've only begun the throes
Of death and dying in this town
Paint the walls and sweep the street
Underneath is still the same
You might grow up, but never leave
There's a tree was used for hanging
Crooked branches gone through milling
Limbs where necks were breaking
Are now the beams in our church ceiling
Schoolhouse preps
The courthouse steps
And the lawman sings
While the church bell rings
Grandma hopes
The Council votes
Same surnames
Oh, nothing changes
Now the ghosts we keep condemning
Settle into new beginnings
History marches on, repeating
And we call our Hell improving
Now, the smaller this town gets
Deeper the quicksand goes
When you think you've made it out
You've only begun the throws
Of death and dying in this town
Paint the walls and sweep the streets
Underneath is still the same
You might grow up, but never leave
Oh, the smaller this town gets
Deeper the quicksand goes
When you think you've made it out
You've only begun the throws
Of death and dying in this town
Paint the walls and sweep the streets
Underneath is still the same
You might grow up, but never leave
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13. |
Willie Nelson Song
03:49
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There's no winners, no losers, when you're running in place
There's no shortcut for livin' in a one man race
When the path you're on seems to ramble on
Like the meanderin' tune in a Willie Nelson song
Give 'em hard love 'n truth in the place you're living
Cut a line with a sharp knife through all their bullshit and spitting
When the ones you've loved are all dead and gone
You can sing in time with a Willie Nelson song
If the words ring true, let them have their time
Hangin' in the air, rolling off the sides
Of a well turned phrase like a long-lived life
You can drink 'em straight or let 'em age like wine
You can sing your life in a three four waltz
Like the melody in a Willie Nelson song
On days when you're feelin' passed your prime
Slowing down and gettin' tired. Closer to dying
Let each word have some space to roam
Now they are tried and true
Like a Willie Nelson song
If the words ring true, let them have their time
Hangin' in the air, rolling off the sides
Of a well turned phrase like a long-lived life
You can drink 'em straight or let 'em age like wine
You can sing your life in a three four waltz
Like the melody in a Willie Nelson song
Like the melody in a Willie Nelson song
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