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Den Of Arms
05:03
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Lay you down real nice and slow
Sweeter than I've come to know
Your fingers part my lips and teeth
Well honey as I live and breath.
You're tuggin at my hair and skin
Thinkin I'm gonna let you in
And wantin somethin more to find
Then a den of arms and a waste of time.
I'm sorry as I'll always be
That you thought you could count on me
Well I'll drag you out honey by the hair
But I ain't take'n you anywhere
Lay you down in the fresh cut grass
Everything that comes, well they come to pass
And I don't know what you want from me
But won't you love me until I bleed
Yeah honey love me until I bleed
Come on fuck me until I bleed
Honey love me until I leave.
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Paradise Valley, Montana
05:38
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Do you hear me when I cry out your name
From way across the country
Got nothin to offer you and even less to say
but I'm beggin you to hear from me
I'm going back to Paradise Valley, Montana
To find that river just off the road
I could stand a baptize'n since we left Montana
I've seen more of Hell than I care to know
Face down in the city and I'm so far from home
Someone's layin next to me but I'm all alone
Its been so long since Ive heard my own name
or recognized a single time or place
or recognized a single line in my face
Do you hear me when I twist, tear and shake
Condemned as these walls that hardly stand
Back in the midwest just as the dawn would break
You held me to the Promise Land.
Now all that I've got left is an old scrap of fabric
Just some shirt, use to be yours
It use to hold you and separate us at the skin
It can't do that any more
Now it just lays there on the floor
I'd give anything to be stranded with you now
In the back seat of that car thats broken down
I'd give anything but I've got nothin to give
And this city life's a lonely way to live
I'm going back to Paradise Valley, Montana
To find that river just off the road
It'll happen one of these days I swear
I swear, just as soon as I'm ready to go
It'll happen one of these days I swear
One of these days I'm come'n home.
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Mud
04:51
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Well once a good life was waiting at my feet
There stood a good man just ready to love me
Wouldn't I rather just throw it out
For a man with nothing to offer in a dirty road house
I love you baby, you know I love you true
but aint nothin could make me come home to you
when there's something waiting just to tear me down
at the bottom of a bottle at a dirty road house
when I dry out I still see them maritimes
A red clay river underneath that Atlantic sky
I hear the sound of our newborns tiny breath
I can't see nothing now but hellfire waiting for me after death
I panicked at the station just as I was about to leave
The walls closed in and I couldn't breath
Well I'll be damned if I don't wake up every day
Just as shaken and terrified as when I got up on that train
Well what's a good life anyways
And how the hell am I supposed to stand in one place
When I saw the way that he looked in my eyes
With a genuine joy that ain't fit for my kind
I miss our life and our baby child
Ain't seen the sunlight in a long long while
Well i ain't going nowhere but I ain't staying here
Well hey bartender I'll take whiskey with my beer
I'm sing'n I don't wanna wake up for a fuckin' hundred years
Cause once a good life was waiting at my feet
There stood a good man just ready to love me
Wouldn't i rather just throw it out
For a night with nothing to offer in a dirty road house
For a man with nothing to offer in a dirty road house
To be a man with nothing to offer in a dirty road house
Yeah I'm a man with nothing to offer.
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Cottonwood
05:21
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I don't care who you got in your water
Who you keep in your photographs
I don't care who you're waking up under
I don't know and I don't care to ask
I might care how you look in your daddy's old shirt
If you've been living rough and overworked
Is your hair getting longer
And if you'd ever wander
To a town that you might find me in
But I got a long list of tired of old days
Stringing back to back
And I'm growing thin and and weak
Pulling myself off your track
And I don't mind
I kinda like going out on my own
Town to town, to town
Cause you ain't comin' home
I don't care if shes making you happy, I don't
I don't care if shes more put together, if shes better than me
I don't, I'm just thinking about the letters you wrote to me
When you slipped in your calendula seeds
From your garden where you called me to
Under cottonwood where I went to meet you
Under cottonwood where I use to find you
Under cottonwood where I go looking for you
Cause when you're cold the little hairs on your shoulders rise
And I'll search this whole god damned world for something prettier to find,
but I wont.
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An Ungrateful Man
05:12
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Well I'm leaving you baby
This time its for good
I'm going home to my mama
Just as terrified as she should
Well I'm broke and I'm busted
I don't know where I am
But I'm sick of hitch hiking alongside
An ungrateful man
Oh you ungrateful man
Why don't you call me stupid and ugly one more time
While I sneak out the greyhound station and leave you behind
Why don't you tell me I'm lying
Say I'm wrong and its all my fault
Well can you hear the howling of the hell hounds
Coming to call?
Well they're coming.
You push back your jet black hair out of your face
Lit up a smoke and lean in real close with the devils grace
Whisper that poison, sweet to the taste
And you brand me like cattle with your fingertips on my rib cage
Well I'm leaving you baby
This time its for real
I ain't got no money left
No time left for you to steal
I'm broke and I'm busted
I don't know where I am
But I'm sick of hitch hiking
Alongside an ungrateful man
Oh you ungrateful man
You can keep your jealousy
And your rage and your fear of god
And you can take it out on me from my dust trail
All you want
And you can call out my name
Just as profane as you can
I wont be standing behind you
And I wont be holding your hand
Oh you ungrateful man
Well it may be lonely
On the rugged scape of this land
But I'm leaving you baby
And I wont be missin' no ungrateful man
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Kill Some time
04:37
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You've been running like a bat outta hell
Trying to leave this world behind
I know you can't stand yourself, could you kill some time
With songs like these I suppose your sweat smells sweet
Cheap spirits leave your skin, to let the daylight in.
When the morning comes
You're right back where you started from,
Your body runs from you, just like you do.
And the medicine you're frantic for its just keeping you ill,
Well I could be the woman to hold you still.
Coarse throated sorrow
Unpools from your mouth,
All the things you've come to know
Tear your insides out
Your hands all cut and swollen
Trying to dig yourself to the ground,
I could be the one to slow you down
Them songs of yours
They leave us begging for more,
They lose their voices screamin your praise.
But the precious few who can get close to you
Know those songs well they're a comin' from a hurtin' place.
You've been up for days in a hurtin' place.
You've been spinning weary circles
Staying lost out on that road
I could be the woman to call you home.
You've been running like a bat outta hell
Trying to leave this world behind.
I know you can't stand yourself but could you kill some time
Well ain't i just the kinda woman to kill your time?
Well I could be the woman to kill your time
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Leaving Coeur d'Alene
07:19
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I don't know what called you to me or why
On your back like a roach lookin ready to die
Well I can hear Fire and Smoke callin your name
Yeah bring that terror on home to Coeur D'Alene
You're just sayin the same old things again
You're drunk and you're mumblin and you're stuck in your head
Well ain't nothin different, Ain't nothin the same
I tell you I'm leaving, leaving Coeur d'Alene
The new Sherif in Hayden he's gettin on fine
Well he was run off the coast but now he's with his kind
Well ain't nothin different ain't nothin the same
Yeah bring that terror on home to Coeur d'Alene
You and the boys been building your fence real high
Walkin round the compound with your guns at your side
Well you say you're angry, yeah well you're just afraid
Yeah bring that terror on home to Coeur d'Alene
And passing time looks like bruises honey,
Or nightshade below my eyes
And I've got nothin but time to lose, honey
And an itch to scratch before I die
Well the mountains are blue and the rivers clear
I ain't never been anywhere else but here
Except where I go when I can't bare the pain
Lookin down from the air up above Coeur d'Alene
They say you can get use to just about anything
But ain't nothin so cold as a wedding ring
And the hate that you hold
And that shit that you pray
Yeah bring that terror on home to Coeur d'Alene
You been putting me down all day and night
Put your hands on our son one too many times
Well I can hear Fire and Smoke callin your name,
Yeah bring that terror on home to Coeur d'Alene
I've been talkin to God myself, honey
Do you know what He says to me?
That I've got nothin but an itch to scratch, honey,
And time to kill before we meet.
You're just sayin the same old things again
You're drunk and you're mumblin and you're stuck in your head
Well ain't nothin different, Ain't nothin the same
You're drunk and I hate you and I'm leaving Coeur d'Alene
I don't know what called you to me or why.
Your last breath on your knees out between the pines.
Well I can see Fire and Smoke.
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Somber yet steady, bitter yet loving, Ornery is the unapologetically vengeful queer country music that you didn't know you were missing.
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