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Cattle
03:35
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lonely as the open road
with nothin but the stars and trees
all that’s left near to me
it’s all my fault
whistlin my own tune like bones
laid out in the desert to dry
lookin up at the roaring sky
it’s all my fault
diamond backs don’t cut ya slack
and a brown recluse won’t let you loose
quicksand tightens as you squirm
that desert sun aims t burn
fallen star gets swallowed up
ball of fire in the mouth
of a wide open unforgiving sky
it’s all my fault
coyotes howl alone and cold
winter winds blow through their coats
crying through their frozen throats
it’s all my fault
i took the wrong fork again
followed that old dusty wind
caught in the clutch of a red hawk’s claws
whipped up in a dust storm’s maw
the rattle snake sleeps alone
the scorpion tail’s is honed
the dry driven cold
is a callous cracking rope
and i’m just a long lost piece of life’s cattle’s all
i’m just a long lost piece of life’s cattle is all
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2. |
Savanna
03:40
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savanna!
swaying grasses far beyond
the reach of scythes that slash at lawns
you slowly raise the sun each dawn
let it roll across, then yawn
and go to sleep
savanna holds the weather up
and lets the storm clouds billow ‘cross
her flowing curves of loam and sward
the sight of her lifts my heart upward
to walk with her beneath the sky,
take a break, and lie down
play across the open field
tumble down her rolling hills
savanna!
her laugh is golden prairie land
and it’s i who make her laugh and then
she grabs my hand to dance
waltzing our ankles brush grasses and indian paint brushes
her hair’s a tumbling thunderstorm
sweeping cross the hills that roar
with stampedes of wild horses
a once calm stream now coarses
with thunderous applause
her eyes are all the stars at night
that light the meadows swaying
her heart’s the moon that greets the howls
of coyotes and only she knows what they’re saying
she is not feral but she is wild
she’s nature’s own child
at times i find her mild
but never meek or docile
she springs with flowers all around
she hides her losses in the ground
every year she has grown
by seeds she herself has sown
and who am i to be the one
that she claims as her own
i know not what else to do
but sing these thoughts to you
about my Savanna
who casually sways
ambles through the days
and sets evenings ablaze
with her marvels
then kisses my closed eyes each night
and wraps the world around her tight
and sleeps to raise the sun again tomorrow
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3. |
Rio Grande Valley
03:27
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The man at the rest stop couldn’t give me directions,
said he’s mapless himself and just wanderin’.
He told me he hopes me the best though,
so at least I got that. I got some good wishes.
Let me rest in the Rio Grande Valley
with a mouthful of guacamole
and a Tecate with salt and lime
I found a used Mapsco at a Goodwill
somewhere in Upstate NY, but boy,
there’s a lot more roads now I could take
that ain’t shown on this old thing from1998
I got a sandwich at a truck stop I could afford.
Somehow stale and soggy.
But I got it down and went to the motel bar next door.
Asked if I could get a room if I promised to clean all the floors.
Let me rest in the Rio Grande Valley
with a mouthful of guacamole
and a Tecate with salt and lime
Well, I know I just gotta get South, and West
and I’ll get there. Boy, I’m a long way from home.
But this trucker says he’s headed my way,
and I can hop in with him, and he’ll take me a little further up the road
Then I can rest in the Rio Grande Valley
with a mouthful of guacamole
and a Tecate with salt and lime
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4. |
Kiss The Day
04:04
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My broken heart did not heal last night
My thoughts of how to mend are fraught with doubt
I’m told get up and lick my wounds
scraped knees take dirt and brag about a bruise
To sit and mope erodes what hope might wait along the coast of dawn
So I turn to kiss the face of day
and say to it I’m here to stay
Cuz you only get tomorrow
if you make it through today
You won’t find me kneeling, though my heart and mind are reeling
I can’t believe what I just heard, I always thought love was the word
But snarling sneering snapping snouts want naught of love and live to shout
but I won’t let them break me down,
I’ll let it bounce off and play the clown
Then turn to kiss the face of day and say to them, “I’m here to stay”
oh! I’m bigger than that!
My heart’s stronger than the rope of lies they
use to tie my hands behind my back
and Oh! Do my days look gray, it’s nearly too much for me to take, but
I won’t lie down and let these fools decide
when i’m gonna be happy or when I’m gonna cry
I’m bigger than all the fear they turn into hate
And madness ain’t gonna be my fate
so I’ll keep the Hope aglow, and let my love grow
and always know that the sun goes down, but won’t take long to come back around
and I’ll turn to kiss the face of day and say to it “I’m here to stay,”
Cuz I can only see tomorrow if I make it through today.
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5. |
Highway 17
02:49
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drive with one knee
roll up a stick, baby
the cigarette jack works
let’s wait for the song
that strikes us right
show me your virtue.
click on the dome light
drive with one knee
roll up a stick, baby
the cigarette jack works
did you see that honey moon
back around the last bend?
come across the seat and
snuggle against me
with the windows down
and the stars are screamin
tractor trailers mutterin’ late tonight
where’s the next shady motor in?
drive with one knee
roll up a stick, baby
the cigarette jack works
harum-scarum, baby on
highway 17
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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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