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Help Me Get Back
02:43
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Good god damn, my man - I'm a long way from home.
I've seen a thing or two, and I can't go on.
My hands are shaking, my body is numb.
Help me get back, please, to the ones I love.
Help me get back.
Sweet lord in heaven, honey - I'm losing my mind.
The ceiling's crumbling, but I cannot see the light.
The walls are falling to my left and my right.
Help me get back, please, to the love of my life.
Help me get back.
Oh me, oh my, mama - I can't seem to find
The words to tell you, that this is the last time.
Don't bother calling, baby, don't try to write.
I'm on my way back home, and I'm leaving tonight.
So help me get back.
Help me get back.
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Shenandoah
03:53
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They say "the sun also rises..."
... but I've never seen it.
I wake up and grab my coffee to punch the work clock by 5:00.
Spent the last twenty years of my life in this factory,
And all I can show for it are lines in my smile.
See, my daddy died here... and his daddy too.
With any luck, I'll join em' when my workin' is through.
But Martha, she tells me... that I could be famous
Have a song on the radio, and leave here for good.
Well sometimes, I believe her
And sometimes I wonder why
The good lord, she willed me to these dyin' Keystone Pines.
Shenandoah, I can't let you go.
Shenandoah, your sweet winds they blow.
You're the only home that I've ever known,
So I sing you this song to carry me on.
Meet the boys at the tavern, for a beer and a shot.
Make my way home to Martha while my dinner's still hot.
See, my son's got his ballgame and I'd like to see that
But the foreman wants overtime, and I don't write the checks.
The alarm clock comes early, when you're working all your life
and those quotas, they don't care about your children, about your wife.
Sometimes, I think of leaving.
Sometimes, I wonder why
The good lord, she willed me to my dyin'...
Shenandoah, I can't let you go.
Shenandoah, your sweet winds they blow.
You're the only home that I've ever known,
So I sing you this song to carry me on.
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Black Mascara
03:57
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Black coal dirt lines my father's grave
Overlooking the town where he was raised.
Where a chapel on the left, a quart store on the right
Greet the townsfolk every day, help them sleep at night.
... or so they say...
...but I can't believe
I can't believe...
Black mascara lines my mother's face
Stripping her of soul and robbing her of age.
She swears... she kept the faith.
Yeah she says, "my son, don't you know that I prayed?"
... but I can't believe
I can't believe...
I can't believe a thing she says.
Black Label, I've got my old man's taste
Every shot we take brings me closer to that place
So we drink til' that feeling went away
And we sang til' that music wouldn't play.
... but I can't believe
I can't believe...
I can't believe a thing you say.
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