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He took a right exit from the fast lane with his left blinker flashin'. He pulled into the first parking spot of the first saloon he saw from the road. Whiskey pickle-backs don't take long to loose the tongue of any young man. He tried his luck with a toast to strangers, lost his pockets to a crooked cue.
Youth hits the road hopin' for experience, finds out gamblers never have a lane to make a U-turn. Now, leaned against the table, a busty cowgirl flirted with the young man and invited him with her.
He lost control of his Saturn on the curve of a wishbone. Traveler, sudden, long term.
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All Those Records
04:58
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I wish I had all the records I had to give away when I was on the road. Shoulda given up my clothes instead.
But I wouldn't have afforded all the gas I needed to get myself up the road, and I probly would've ended up dead.
Life is not a dream livin' on the streets in a glittering rain.
I bumbled through the country-side, gettin' drunk and gettin' high, before I settled down in this soggy New England town.
So many memories takin' routes around state police til I settled down. So many miles behind me now.
Life is not a dream livin' on the streets in a glittering rain, huddled underneath a scaffolding, water risin' up to my knees.
If I had a nickel for each time I wound up in a pickle that I survived, I'd buy this whole damn town.
But vagabonds don't get paid instead we wind up with all these wild stories to tell, so I write mine down.
Life is not a dream livin' on the streets in a glittering rain. It's just as real as anything, soaked to the bone and too tired to complain.
Set me up with a floor inside for just one night! Let me slip into a restful slumber. Bus stop benches don't offer any privacy, and I just wanna drift into a dream.
I was told it ain't the real world if yer livin' yer life on the road, but that's just what I was told,
cuz it seemed awful real when I was wide awake, five a.m., sittin' in the rain and mighty cold, or is the real world not so bold?
Life is not a dream livin' on the streets in a glittering rain, but it's somethin' like a miracle to wind up safe and sound and mostly sane. I wouldn't trade anything for what those situations made me learn. All I could ever ask for is maybe that my records be returned.
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Where Has My Joy Gone?
03:16
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Out in the cold, glittering lights glimmer. This cigarette I rolled soothes all my shivers. Along the streets, so lonely in winter, I wanna know, where has my joy gone tonight?
My breath blows and in the stillness it lingers. The cigarette smoke drifts up from my fingers. My body is warm beneath all these layers, but my heart is cold. Where has my joy gone tonight?
I once danced with friends when nights would never end, but this is how growing old goes. From talking all night to walking alone along bitter cold roads.
A flask from my pocket replaces the locket I lost long ago. The streetlights glisten in the ruins of the snow-plowed roads. And I dream of yesterday.
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Hate To See You Peeved
02:42
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I just gotta let you know, that darlin', I love you true, but truly I love her too.
It's nothin' against you, babe. Just the way that I was made.
I love to love and hate to fight, but I know, girl, you got every right to be upset with me and hope Hell falls down upon me.
Distance makes my heart a fool, distracted and ignorant of protocol, so be upset with me and hope Hell falls down upon me.
Oh, but darlin', you still give my heartstrings quite a strong pull!
And that's why I'm headin' back yer way, even though I told you the situation yesterday, and now you hate me. Well, I guess I can't blame ya.
So you can take me or I can leave. I just hate to see you so peeved, but it's all my fault, so I'll go if you want. I ain't gonna beg and plead.
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Fine Day To Be Alone
03:40
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Boy, what a day. Ain't it a fine one? And I'm left to spend it all by my lonesome.
Can't you see the sun shinin', up there behind blue skies? Don't it look happy rollin' around the sky all alone?
It's a fine day to be lonely, a fine day to be blue. It's a good one for sittin' and thinkin', wonderin' what in the world should I do?
What a fine day to be alone, sittin' inside with my coat on, with some coffee and a record playin', and a book of Shel Silverstein poems.
It's a fine day to be lonely, a fine day to be blue. It's a good one for sittin' and thinkin', wonderin' what in the world should I do?
Boy, what a day. Ain't it a fine one? And I'm left to spend it all by my lonesome.
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Hold my hand, honey. Let's go for a ride in a balloon. We'll float real high just beneath the moon, and look down at the folks walkin' round on the ground. When I'm next to you, I float. It's gettin' little cool, honey. Let me give you my coat.
I been thinkin' not a lotta things make sense when I pause too long to try and make sense of them. But none of that matters when I see the sparkles in your walnut eyes. I don't want the bright lights of a flashing marquee. I just wanna see the sights of life with you beside me.
See that flyin' star that just passed by? There it goes to tell its friends that it saw you up close just now. That poor star knows how lucky I am to get to float with you. I can say for certain, baby, I ain't ready to set down. Come a little closer, honey, how bout we float over to the next town?
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I Chose The Devil
04:03
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Liquor in the gullet, catcalls on the sidewalk, spit jar spilled across the barroom floor. Honey take me back and try me one more time!
He cared for her. She made him, somehow. His marbles in a cotton sack got snagged on a heart-string and scattered across the old wood floor. Don't come lookin' for me, I chose the Devil to drive me to the end of the line.
You'd know it to look at her. Eyes so dark they tell you exactly how she feels, and that wild hair ain't the work of a girl outta Sunday school. And no one could be so strong if they didn't make a deal at a crossroads somewhere along the line. She don't keep tabs on me, but, brother, she always knows. Don't come lookin' for me, I chose the Devil to drive me to the end of the line.
Forgiveness don't come for free. There's a sacrifice made, or there ain't no apology at all. And she's too strict to deal with bullshit. You can keep up your lyin', but the Devil ain't takin' the fall. So have another round. She'll go lay down. The Devil's pretty docile after coaxing my vices all night, and she needs to go rest her eyes. And as long as I get her to bed, then she's ready to give me all the luxury I crave tomorrow. I just had to give her my word is all. So don't come lookin' for me. I chose the Devil to drive me to the end of the line. She never asked for my soul, just my effort, to keep her warm and satisfied. Don't come lookin' for me. I chose the Devil to drive me to the end of the line.
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Brian Gore & The Tender Fritters
Songwriter Brian Gore, with his rotating cast of players, the Tender Fritters, blend Country, Folk, Rock, and Jazz to create
a dynamic accessible while original that carries his tales of the world’s back pages.
"A mix of John Prine and Bob Dylan."
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