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Saltwater (live)
05:32
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love was a pretty poison and I a little child
and she was a silver teaspoon that sent the poison
and I got fevered
and she was a little river, no stronger than a stream
and she feared the mighty ocean and swore she'd never leave
and I'd stay with her
always be the first to throw a stone
never leaving well enough alone
love was a bed of flowers that made a fool of me
and I stayed in bed for hours, too blinded still to see
that they were dying
and she was a pretty river, as pretty as can be
and I was a river boulder, too heavy for the sea
and I was crying
never going anywhere but home
never going anywhere alone
love was a bloody boulder with only feathers left
and she was the mighty killer that took the blue birds breath
and left me bleeding
and she was a pretty water, as pretty as can be
and she left for bigger water still flowing over me
and she's still leaving
running like a dog out of the rain
scared of staying, scared to say my name
love was the tallest mountain I ever tried to climb
and she was the heavy snowing that stopped me every time
I tried to kiss her
and she was a pretty ocean, as pretty as can be
and she left me in the river, still looking for the sea
and God I miss her
muddy water holding down my feet
meant for missing, never meant to keep
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Georgia (live)
06:02
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Georgia knows her way around the bars
she likes to hang around 'til 2 AM
she likes to see the city after dark
she likes it when the trains come by
and tells me not to cover up my ears
Georgia knows her way around the town
she likes to shake from one place to the next
she likes it when the cool kids come around
she looks them in the eyes
and she swears she's never been in here before
she comes to me so easily
and takes me like i'm poetry
and puts her skin against my skin
and says lets try not to do this again
Georgia knows her way around my place
she likes to leave her shoes beside the door
the sunrise burns across her pretty face
she pulls under the covers and
she tells me I should go let down the blinds
Georgia wants a coffee on the street
and to watch the dogs come out on Saturday
she likes the city underneath her feet
she wants to smoke a cigarette
and swears she's gonna give them up some day
she comes with me so easily
and takes me like i'm poetry
and puts her lips against my lips
and says she's had about enough of this
Georgia knows her way around the bar
she's been down here since she was seventeen
she likes to say she dabbles in the arts
in a barroom full of animals
she'll look for one thats bearable
the kindest, sweetest so and so
and finally end up settling for me
she comes for me so easily
and takes me like i'm poetry
and puts her heart against my heart
and says lets go back out tomorrow night
and we'll be young
and we'll have fun
and we'll come home
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it's a shame you have to go
I wish that you could stick around
a little longer
I'm not ready to go home
I'd rather get another round
something a little stronger
will you tell once again
the story of a little kid
in tobacco fields
cussing at a neon sign
and carving up a made-up name
in a driving wheel
every year that got away
every word you ever dared to pray
that fell apart
every face you're thinking of
every time you thought you fell in love
and it broke your heart
will you tell me 'bout the time
a pair of kids were running 'round
an apple farm
smoking Daddy's cigarettes
and hiding Mama's garden gloves
underneath their arms
and that night you parked a car
to listen to the radio
by the trestle bridge
and whispered I don't want to go
to Sunday school tomorrow
and kissing on the lips
the days keep going by
it's getting colder
stay a little while
we're getting older
it's a shame you have to go
I wish that you could stick around
a little longer
I'm not ready to go home
I'd rather get another round
something a little stronger
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4. |
Farewell The Dear (live)
05:58
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the good ones go, the bad ones leave
and there is no one in-between
farewell the dear, you're bound to go
we'll meet again on down the road
the sky was grey, her eyes were blue
and she was only twenty two
she kissed her hand and waved goodbye
and jumped a plane for Yellowknife
she came by way of Baton Rouge
with no cards to play and nothing to lose
her eyes were blue, but sometimes green
just like the one, Evangeline
the good ones go, the bad ones leave
and there is no one in-between
farewell the dear, you're bound to go
we'll meet again on down the road
she was a city in the snow
nothing to do, but somewhere to go
she left her heart in Tennessee
and lost her mind in Cherokee
God knows she did, God knows she tried
but she never could get satisfied
God knows she tried, God knows she did
but she said she had a life to live
the good ones go, the bad ones leave
and there is no one in-between
farewell the dear, you're bound to go
we'll meet again on down the road
so fairly we, we do depart
and so we would right from the start
and once again the hour has come
another moon and a setting sun
the more we dance, the more a song
the more we stay, the more they're gone
and the more she'd say, the more she'd need
to reap the sewn and sew the seed
the good ones go, the bad ones leave
and there is no one in-between
farewell the dear, you're bound to go
we'll meet again on down the road
farewell the dear, you're bound to go
we'll meet again on down the road
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Tyler Nail North Carolina
Tyler Nail was born in Winston-Salem NC.
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