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Midwestern Sky
04:49
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I spend most of my days
Counting the airplanes
Flying high in this midwestern sky
Old gas station porch
My friend you're weathered and worn
Sunk roof and creaking floorboards
And a chair to pass the time
I'll wait til the sun goes down
And the station has turned off its lights
To walk the road back home
Under this midwestern sky
The fields run for miles
A grand theater with dozens of aisles
Where the scarecrows sing
and swing in the wind
I remember Anne Marie
The Queen of the Northwest Sea
She was lost and stumbled on me
I was drunk on her eyes
She wanted us to leave
'Pack a suitcase and roll up your sleeves'
But leaving was never for me,
So I kissed her goodbye
I'll wait til the sun goes down
And the station has turned off its lights
To walk the road back home
Under this midwestern sky
My children have grown
They left town many years ago
My wife was the best of souls
I’m a lucky man
I don't rush anymore
Cause time ran out the back door
What’s the use in worrying for
When it all goes so quick
I'll wait til the sun goes down
And the station has turned off its lights
To walk the road back home
Under this midwestern sky
I spend most of my days
Counting the airplanes
Flying high in the midwestern sky
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2. |
Hard to Reach
04:24
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All of the kings and all of the queens
Could never rule over me
With their castles and walls
And their tyrant laws
They could never make a fool out of me
But you put the chains and shackles
Onto my feet
It’s the little things know that I can’t
Seem to reach
And the days are loose change
Spilling out on the streets
Cause honey you’re hard to reach
The empires of old and their riches of gold
Could never buy what I need
For all of that wealth lies hidden on a shelf
Getting dirty and dusty
But you put the chains and shackles
Onto my feet
It’s the little things know that I can’t
Seem to reach
And the days are loose change
Spilling out on the streets
Cause honey you’re hard to reach
I’ve been swimming your tides in and out
But I’m drowning in the wild waves of your doubts
I’ve been swimming your tides in and out
But I’m drowning in the wild waves of your doubts
Wild waves of your doubts
All of the saints and all of the priests
Could never cure me
They’ll wave with their arms
And they’ll bless with their charms
But they can never set me free
You put the chains and shackles
Onto my feet
It’s the little things know that I can’t
Seem to reach
And the days are loose change
Spilling out on the streets
Cause honey you’re hard to reach
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3. |
Idaho
03:53
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We packed the car
and drove straight through the night
Leaving the west coast
drifting out of sight
The rising sun
burns red in the mirror
like a wildfire
burning my dear
burning...
We don't know which way to go
We've traveled up the hills and through the snow
We're trying just to let it go
in Idaho
We're searching for a better road
Wherever the cold winds won't blow
We're trying just to let it go
in Idaho
The radio is playing
That big country song
And it keeps repeating
We gotta move on
We've lost the words
But held to our dreams
It seems even those
Are slipping through the seams
We've driven for days
With hours ahead
These Idaho plains
Will forgive and forget
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4. |
All I Leave Behind
03:08
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Honey there are bees in the garden
And they are teeming with life
A picture hanging by the window
When all was right
And I didn’t mean to call you names
Or take away your precious time
Maybe we should pour a glass of
This sweet red wine
You were walking by the river once
A golden meadowlark
I saw you from a distance
A spark in my heart
And everything was pleasant then
We were children in our own back yard
So how did we get here love
Causing all this harm
So I guess I’ll pack my suitcase
Hold onto all I leave behind
And think of me on the road
Where the winds they whine
And think of me on the road
Where the winds they whine
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5. |
The Woodstove Song
03:25
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When the sun is swallowed by the night
And the moon is shining brightly
And the embers are burning alive
While the stars seek to gather
And the crickets cease their chatter
They’ll be sparks in the woodstove tonight
The windows lay crooked in the stone
And the firelight is dancing off the ceiling
And the mist is rising off the bones
While the old trees taking cover
From the winds of their brother
They’ll be sparks in the woodstove tonight
Leaping silhouette
Leaping up over the fire
Peering in the darkness
Warm to the touch I desire
Ah its you and me
And visions of our dreams
Staring in the image of what we might
Yeah its you and me
And visions of our dreams
Staring in the image of what we might be
When the moon is swallowed by the light
And the sun is shining brightly
And the birds are chirping up high
While the meadow sways in flowers
And the rainstorm pours in showers
They’ll be dust in the woodstove
They’ll be dust in the woodstove
They’ll be dust in the woodstove
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6. |
Back to the City
03:46
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I thought of you reaching out your hand
You crumbled all my best laid plans
We woke up by the trees
Underneath the autumn leaves
With your silk skin lying in the grass
You left your roots back in the south
And in the north woods you settled down
I was stranded at your door
Where the river meets the shore
And the woodsmoke curled up from the ground
I won’t go back to the city
I won’t go back to the city lights
I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight
No traffic jams no bridge to cross
These forest paths to just get lost
We are watching falling rain,
as it streaks across the pane,
And the wildflowers are dancing in the lawn
The time will come when I must leave
Back through the woods to the busy streets
Where the buildings over high
Cast shadows on our eyes
But for now lets watch the swaying trees
I won’t go back to the city
I won’t go back to the city lights
I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight
Be still when the fire's burning low
And hold fast to the faintest glowing coal
The sun will rise to greet the sky
And I'll be forced to say goodbye
I won’t go back to the city
I won’t go back to the city lights
I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight
I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight
I will stay with you under a blanket of stars tonight
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7. |
Midnight Cigarette
03:20
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Midnight cigarette and a wine glass on the table
You drank your last drop down
You speculate on the mess you’ve made
And the train that’s leaving town
The city lights are tiny stars
That twinkle in the concrete sea
Of late night walks and front porch talks
Of how it used to be
You’ve been throwing stones at windows
Trying to break clean through the glass
I hold all the tiny pieces that fall
Hoping to fill up the cracks
You’ve been throwing stones at windows
Trying to break clean through the glass
I hold all the tiny pieces that fall
Hoping to fill up the cracks
Midnight cigarette and a wine glass on the table
You drank your last drop down
You speculate on the mess you’ve made
And the train that’s leaving town
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8. |
Small Town Dream
03:53
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Its Saturday morning and in spills the light
The dogs kept us up with their barking last night
We whisper sweet words as we roll in the sheets
While the sun's chasing up to the tops of our knees
In a small town dream
Small town dream
Small town dream
In a small town dream
Small town dream
Small town dream
The coffee mug's the comfort
on the touch of our hands
As we spiral down the staircase
like those years of plans
Cause living's been a struggle
when work is all that we do
Trying to build us a home
where most folks drive through
In a small town dream
Small town dream
Small town dream
In a small town dream
Small town dream
Small town dream
And the corners hide the sorrow
In the broken bottles of glass
We hold to the little we have
And pray our roots will last
And we won't fade
There is hope on the edges and the borders of town
Past the forgotten farms and the barns fallings down
Where no one claim any piece of the earth
And you can't place a value on what living is worth
In a small town dream
Small town dream
Small town dream
In a small town dream
Small town dream
Small town dream
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9. |
Maple Grove
04:29
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I woke up to find
A rusted rail town
Covered in dead leaves
Tattered and brown
The sunrise unfolds
The morning light spills
Over your gravestone
And down on the hill
I need you now to stand on my feet
Holding you close in dreams
I've come to find you
In this quiet maple grove
When winter turns people
Darker and cold
I wish for your touch
So gentle and warm
The lines on your hands
The stories they wore
I need you now to stand on my feet
Holding you close in dreams
Daylights walked home
In a drunken golden swoon
Its been a hard year
But I'll make it through
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10. |
Seeds in the Dirt
03:34
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Hey there my old friend
Remember growing up in our town
We were destined to leave
With our heads hanging out in the clouds
You wanted California,
For its oceans and Hollywood nights
And I lit out for Tucson
With my lover and the moon passing by
Here we are my good old friend,
As the seasons have turned
But we've made it back home,
Planting seeds in the dirt
Planting seeds in the dirt
You stitched LA
Into patchworks of woman and film
I played folks songs
For her in the echoes of the hills
You climbed the ladder
For money and meaningless flings
I watched her go out the backdoor
When I said the wrong things
Here we are my good old friend,
As the seasons have turned
But we've made it back home,
Planting seeds in the dirt
Planting seeds in the dirt
Fill your burning lungs with the fresh air,
And wash away your troubles with the rain
Somedays we are our fathers,
Chained to habits we cannot break
And we use to hear the good word on Sundays,
Our mothers were the spiritual kinds
Now our youth is far behind us,
Since we've crossed the Pacific Northwest line
Here we are my good old friend,
As the seasons have turned
But we've made it back home,
Planting seeds in the dirt
Planting seeds in the dirt
Planting seeds in the dirt
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Ky Burt Portland, Oregon
"So, we will leave Tom Waits to tell us about the saloons, whores and carnival folk. Let John Prine nail toy railroad tracks
to his kitchen table at Christmas, sing about his Mexican home. Now we have Ky Burt to bring us to places where we might want to live – where there are wildflowers, rain, and we can take new journeys.
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