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Oh Me Oh My
03:15
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Let me write one more good bye letter
change my clothes to suit the weather
cause where I'm going there ain't no season
ain't much too believe in
Tell Juliana to keep the garden
Too many people starvin'
Give my regards to Matt and Mary
And there daughter in salt lake city uh-huh
Cause it ain't what's in front of me it's all that I ain't got
It sure ain't what's inside of me it's all that I am not
Oh me oh my
Ain't it something to leave behind
Now out on the porch there ain't no pickin'
The Rooster's gone left a couple chickens
Strings tied up in the wind they're swaying
cause the money ain't made for the playing
I'll make one meal in Nathan's kitchen
He's giving my ear a bitching
Wolfie's leaving just the same
Ain't nobody grieving calling our name uh-huh
Cause it ain't what's in front of me it's all that I ain't got
It sure ain't what's inside of me it's all that I am not
Oh me oh my
Ain't it something to leave behind
So to all the mountains I will be missing
And all the lips I won't be kissing
Be well keep standing strong
sorry i couldn't help ya get along
Cause I roamed and rambled and followed my footsteps
Trying to find them diamond deserts
but all i got are my shoes scuffed up
and that bastard Donald Trump uh-huh
Cause it ain't what's in front of me it's all that I ain't got
It sure ain't what's inside of me it's all that I am not
Oh me oh my
Ain't it something to leave behind
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Maybe It's Just the Rain
03:35
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It could be the ringing of them old church bells
Or the heavy handed begger damning me to hell
Or maybe it's the man who died a running
from a life he never knew
Well I see his face quite often
Every Sunday afternoon
Or maybe...it's just the rain
It could be the longing for the salt salt see
Or the way the city sidewalk keeps laughing at me
Or maybe it's the ways these streets are empty
every tuesday night
or maybe it's the widow a mourning
for her soldier sun and child
but maybe...it's just the rain
It could be the letter that never came
Or the way my feet are pacing round the sounds of your name
But the calls from that garden of eden
they don't sound so near
just the curses of convenience
All I seem to hear
But maybe...it's just the rain
Well some time it's so hard to tell
sometimes you think you're going insane
so i do my best to see between
the ground and that falling rain uh-huh
the ground and that falling rain
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100 Miles
02:52
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Hello there, it ain't that good to see ya
Is that a bottle ya brought or had it been hear before
Why don't you come on in and help me find a reason
Just why you keep knockin at my door
I will not serve you wine nor water
I will not break bread with you here
I'm going south to her and all her glory
One of us may soon to disappear
Hello lonesome goodbye losing
You can stay a little while
But you know I'm on that next plane outta Denver
You can hear that engine roar a hundred miles
A hundred miles/a hundred miles
You can hear that engine roar a hundred miles
I met you once in Oklahoma City
In the eyes of the damned and insane
The angels there they don't look so pretty
But you'll always know the nature of their name
Hello lonesome goodbye losing
You can stay a little while
But you know I'm on that next plane outta Denver
You can hear that engine roar a hundred miles
A hundred miles/a hundred miles
You can hear that engine roar a hundred miles
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Saint Augustine
03:31
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Have you heard about the man
Running round the town
No matter where you live boy
he's following ya down
His chin is dripping is dripping
With the fat of the lamb
from it he rings the song of the damned
His pockets they are lined
with a hundred lawyers
All telling me boy
You couldn't understand
In his hand he holds a pen
soaked in the young folks blood
He writes of the coming flood
He's singing go one forget just what you need
And take it down to Saint Augustine
He holds the worst of creation
Uneasy in his grip
His calls of destruction
The crack like a whip
Well some fall in line
Some go off to war
Some sleep with the bombs at their door
He's singing go one forget just what you see
And take it down to Saint Augustine
Now you'll see him in the eyes
Of every widow that he's made
Each tear she weeps
A thousand just the same
So if ya chance to meet him
In some dark alley way
show him not the light of day
He's singing go one forget just what you believe
And take it down to Saint Augustine
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Lady Liberty
03:39
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See that girl dancing to the atom bomb
Oh she loves the sound of his song
and when them big ol' planes they fly on by
she raises her hands to the sky
see them bombs exploding
all over the ocean
but nobody really knowing the reason why
she shakes her hips to that minstrel show
as leaders parade around the globe
and her dress it moves oh so sweet
to the deserts hissing heat
wherever the rivers are burning
the poor folk are yearning
while the profits are turning around
her mamma taught her oh so well
to see between both heaven and hell
and if you ain't a dancing right
you'll be lonely every night
so watch them brave men fighting
you see them dying
but no one really crying anyhow
But someday that girl she run out of luck
she'll keep on dancing till she gets stuck
and it's then she'll finally see
what it really means to be free
from them bombs exploding
all over the ocean
but nobody really knowing why
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Cody Wayne
03:11
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Hey Hey Cody Wayne
Whatever you're taking I'll take the same
Just one shot, a bourbon and beer
A little hit of acid help me see clear
It don't much matter In Salida tonight
Cause we're going down, going down, going down
To Salida Tonight
You might be a Catholic you might be a Jew
Just bring you're baby sister and her friends too
Bring your gay grandpa you're gay grandma
That pacifist you met down in Arkansas
It don't much matter in Salida tonight
Cause we're going down, going down, going down
To Salida Tonight
If ya toothless, fruitless, shirtless shoeless
Don't much matter just mind your own business
going down to Salida tonight
Cause we're going down, going down, going down
To Salida Tonight
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Sarah
03:07
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I'l take another short one 'for I go Sarah
Where I'm bound, I'm sure ya know
Where I'm bound, I'm sure that ya know
Wisconsin's just a state of mind Sarah
don't ya worry on, what's left behind
don't ya worry on, what's left behind
Just sing the kids your biggest hit Sarah
Ain't your pride, hard to forget
Ain't our pride something to forget
The train carries nothing but the coal Sarah
One less diamond for to know
One less diamond for to know
Just brush off all the boys in the night Sarah
They all want is a good fight
All they want is a good fight
So I'll see ya where the water's turned to wine Sarah
You are yours and I am mine
You are yours and I am mine
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I'll Take it With Me
02:12
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I've been thinking lately on the wrong I done
To the ones I hate and the ones I love
I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me
I'll take it to my grave
I'm getting tired of looking at the bottles I drank
If I could do it again I'd pour em all down the sink
I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me
I'll take it to my grave
Good times I've had good friends I've lost
They both ain't cheap but about the same cost
I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me
I'll take it to my grave
I don't worry on all the money I spent
My time on earth is how I pay my rent
I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me
I'll take it to my grave
My backs getting heavy but I know it won't break
It'll just keep bending with all this heartache
I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me
I'll take it to my grave
Had a dream that my father came back today
didn't know my name didn't know my face
I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me/I'll take it with me
I'll take it to my grave
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Luke Callen Minneapolis, Minnesota
Luke Callen is originally from the river town of La Crosse, WI-the heart of the Driftless Region-and currently lives in Minneapolis, MN by way of Colorado. A teller of tall tales and a singer of short tunes-Luke lugs around a couple of guitars-a few harmonicas and even a banjo if he has to. A simple writer and liver who cares more about his cast irons than he does about his interweb streams. ... more
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