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Manifest Destiny
03:06
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Iron and Cotton
07:22
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A run down country store by Mayfall River, she was only passing by
That morning horseback, thirst enough for ten,
and a sign that caught the eye.
The sheriff he was there with his eyes held mostly down,
but it was as crooked as was cold
He asked her how she was, how the lot was holding up.
She said she knew no more than she was told
The sheriff rode back to town, this time wearing a frown,
his eyes were still held mostly down
Asked old Scotty Leehan if the Closers had been seen,
but there was nothing to be found.
30 miles away she was clearing dust and hay
from the barnyard loft soon to be their home
She got in with the wrong crowd,
but it was a little late by now to do as they do in Rome.
Meanwhile back in town the sheriff loosed his hounds,
They got the scent and headed on the trail
If he could catch the lot of them it would all be safe again,
Locked away without parole or bail
He had a group of hired men, they numbered four and ten,
And to be safe he had them go along
They had it all planned out, knew all the exit routes,
That way nothing could go wrong.
No, she wasn't always this way,
word is out that she was someone in here day
But she fell out of line, she fell out of luck
She had to sell her own home, had to sell her old truck
What would it take for me to fall in with a band of thieves?
They began to call themselves the closers,
But all the deals they made were cut in hell
As swift blow to the head of the provider,
Iron and cotton dinner bell
As a darling girl became a vicious killer
It was just a means to an end
She would surely burn in her damnation,
The sheriff’s trip that night a heaven send
A farmhouse on the Minnesota border,
Woods to the back and to the right
It was only 20 yards, maybe shorter,
Looking to avoid a fight
They came out one by one with both hands raised above their heads, and empty can of oil and a match
All eyes watched as it fell from the rafters,
Something they could never hope to catch
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Brothers of Mine
04:46
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I came to you tired and broken
You picked me up and welcomed me in with arms wide open
You comforted me with words unspoken
You set me at ease and set me in motion
I tried to soak up all the knowledge you imparted
You took me apart to show me what my heart is
You helped me to see that the man I can't help but be
Is something I can live with and someone I can be somewhat happily
Brothers of mine
It has been a nice run, but now we're running out of time
Between these walls, nights and weekends in the halls
I was leaving but I knew that I'd be back
Keeping to my own familiar tracks
You taught me to be humble and live simply
Compassion and zeal stirred up within me
I trusted in you and was not forsaken
You stuck with me through the mistakes I was making
Brothers of mine
It has been a nice run, but now we're running out of time
Between these walls, nights and weekends in the halls
I was leaving but I knew that I'd be back
Cleaving to those old familiar tracks
And I'll carry them with me
All the lessons you taught
Everything that you showed me
You showed me who I am
Brothers of mine
It has been a nice run, but now we're running out of time
Between these walls, nights and weekends in the halls
Now I'm leaving and I won't be coming back
Still tracing me old familiar tracks
And I'll carry them with me
All the lessons you taught
Everything that you showed me
You showed me who I am
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Grays and Blues
03:38
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Panama in the West End
02:58
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If it Takes All Night
03:09
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Bull Run
06:32
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10. |
A Kind of Therapy
04:06
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12. |
The Trawlerman's Tale
04:29
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Eight and ten years ago one month from this very night
We were sailing a ship called the Emberly III
No land as far as the trained eye could see
Whaling abroad on the eastern Pacific tides
He stood on the starboard deck staring down into the waves
And I swear on my name that he saw something there
Apparition so horrible, or future so fair
I can not say for he took that sight to the grave
There was no moon that night and the sea glowed dull green
I looked for an answer but none could be seen
He was talking to something then he jumped in the tide
As I looked on in horror not sure how he survived
But then luck was a lady and he had no shortage of either
It was obvious something had changed him at sea
Or was it something he put in his tea?
A stand up young man, though he was a bit of a miser
Then a fever took him and he started acting quite strange
Was it an illusion or a trick of the brain?
He just sat in the corner and he never quite moved
I had some ideas but they were never quite proved
Then on night came a crash and the sound of shattering glass
Wind swept through the windows and all around
His bedchamber empty he was never quite found
I wondered why although I could never quite ask
Because there was no moon that night and the sea glowed dull green
As I looked for an answer, but there was none to be seen
I heard him shouting at something, then a break in the tide
Never again did I see him alive
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13. |
A Farewell
03:58
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