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When you go walking outside of your door
The people, they're bound to moan
They'll get to talking, but idle hands
Aren't staying inside their own
When the devil he comes
To split their tongues
Won't you keep him outside your door
Touch. Breathe.
Just keep him outside your door
I'll tell you Addie one thing I've learned
From living a life alone
Is when the neighbors, they question
Your true intentions it's best just to stay at home
When the devil he comes
With his iron lungs
Won't you keep him outside your door
Touch. Breathe.
Just keep him outside your door
Now when I lost my son in that midnight fire
His life should have been my own
Because a grown man is still a father's pride
When his wife's already gone
When the devil he comes
To steal your sons
Won't you keep him outside your door
Touch. Breathe.
Just keep him outside your door
The preacher has come, the preacher has gone
He talked about my soul
The words were all there until I shared
I had no money for his bowl
When the devil he comes
With his Bible to thump
Won't you keep him outside your door
Touch. Breathe.
Just keep him outside your door
Give my best to that sweet mother of yours
Tell her I kept the devil outside my door
But if he ever tries to knock it down
He'll get a taste of my .44
When the devil he comes
With his hired guns
Won't you keep him outside your door
Touch. Breathe.
Just keep him outside your door
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Go back to the ground from which you came
Show me your dust bed, concrete walls again
Bring back your slow drain to the sea
Bring back what you took from me
When I ask for understanding
There's a camouflage of words
Among them: intuition, absurd
A river, a storm, and her
Did it feel like a century
A one-hundred year flood
Was it time to drain the mountains
Did you count the suns?
I'm known to be a patient man
I've practiced my reserve
Holding out hands in her direction
To see what I deserve
A man is a balance of actions
What he does and what he should
Well, I've waited long enough to learn
Waiting is no good
Well I hear you callin', mama
Through the window of the night
No, I never gave up
I never dropped my sights
Off that dirty horizon line
Across that red desert burn
Across them skeletal rail tracks
In case you would return
I kept your candle burning bright
I kept the comb in your room
I kept the phonograph records
For you to come home to
I ceded understanding
About as much as I could
And I've waited long enough to learn
Waiting is no good
Go back to the ground from which you came
Show me your dust bed, concrete walls again
Bring back your slow drain to the sea
Bring back what you took from me
What I've done and what I should
Well, waiting is no good
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After the Flood
06:08
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...and all my trust hides like a bed sheet
Kicked onto the floor where you sleep
The people dance, they're all moving their feet
But the only rhythm I know is from the steam heat
Addie would you come back home if you please
I know it's hard when you've been displaced
But I thought you'd miss us a little
I guess it's hard and you had a bit too much heat
When the water filled the street you thought it'd be easier if it was snow
Addie would you come back home
There's no need to be alone, if you please
I think you should
Because with the ocean gone, we'll rebuild this town and you and me
The way I see things in regard to our mistakes
In the face of this disaster they are relieved
So lose your overcoat and take that river south
Remember your old house, it needs a little heat
Addie would you come back home
There's no need to be alone, if you please
I think you should
Because with the ocean gone, we'll rebuild this town and you and me
The deviled voices, they sing me to sleep
On the eve of a sad anniversary
I still keep an old box with some of your things
I found that letter you wrote but couldn't give me
Well you should have
Because I would have
Understood
Addie would you come back home
There's no need to be alone, if you please
I think you should
Because with the ocean gone, we'll rebuild this town and you and me
We'll rebuild this town and you and me
Or at least just you and me
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Election Day Blues
04:01
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I see you throwing stones from the top of your hills
I see you on the TV like you’re pushing pills
To the people, for the people collectively paying your bills
So, what’s the use if I don’t know the good it’s gonna do
And I’m standing on the doorstep of a country with the Election Day Blues
You’ve got the atheist, religious, the black, and the white
You’re not sure about the gays unless your money’s getting tight
Then it’s all the same, the color green is always right
So, what’s the use if I don’t know the good it’s gonna do
And I’m standing on the doorstep of a country with the Election Day Blues
You say, “Let me relieve you of all of your doubt
If you don’t like it, you can just get out
Because you give up your right to question when you learn what I’m about”
So, what’s the use if I don’t know the good it’s gonna do
And I’m standing on the doorstep of a country with the Election Day Blues
Well, you’ll come to see the people if they’re properly screened
But if they start to argue you know how to get mean
Well, am I supposed to figure just what this all means?
So, what’s the use if I don’t know the good it’s gonna do
And I’m standing on the doorstep of a country with the Election Day Blues
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5. |
Taylor Jane
06:07
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There's nothing I can say that I haven't already used
Because it all falls short, honey, when I'm talking to you
I know it's hard to have faith in me
But I'm already here, so you best believe
I could be hurt just as easily
How do I explain?
Words aren't enough
How do I explain?
Oh, Taylor Jane
I want to take you down to the river that runs straight through me
I want to hold you close as you realize just what I mean
The symbol of something ingrained and deep
Put your feet in the water and move through me
Name it for you because it's all of me
How do I explain?
Words aren't enough
How do I explain?
Oh, Taylor Jane
I never fully understood love until my lips touched your skin
Through all those broken down moonlight tears reflecting you as I let you in
You take me over as I watch you sleep
Please pull me under and hold me in deep
You've no idea how much this means to me
How do I explain?
Words aren't enough
How do I explain?
Oh, Taylor Jane
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How could I forget the look of your hands
Accepting the creases of a tightly folded flag
Presented on a day we were meant to grieve
One thing in your life you were meant to brag
Maybe there's a road that runs down to the edge
Of a light that we cannot put out
And maybe down that road we are all meant to go
When we hear the voices call us home
Now as I recall the smell of flowers in a stale room;
I lost my strength with the tears down your face
And on that hillside with grass and gravel under feet
I learned how a queen could save us all with her grace
Maybe there's a road that runs down to the edge
Of a light that we cannot put out
And maybe down that road we are all meant to go
When we hear the voices call us home
And of the years that have passed since
I am recently convinced
I'm allowed what you have
So are these acts of faith right
Does it transcend the light
Are you together now?
It was two years that passed as you waited for him
To call your name from the top of the stairs
And if I sit alone at night I can still hear the sounds
That remind me of you being there
Maybe there's a road that runs down to the edge
Of a light that we cannot put out
And maybe down that road we are all meant to go
When we hear the voices call us home
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Patrick Dunn Sacramento, California
Patrick Dunn writes and plays music in the tradition of the old soul, the rambler, the traveling singer-songwriter -- characters found along the ever-growing timeline of honest music. Pulling from his influences, Patrick plays a mix of folk, soul, country, and rock and roll that has come to be called, for better and for worse, Americana. ... more
Patrick Dunn recommends:
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