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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
Smoky room and a thin blue light
Her arms were pale as white Trying to outlast the night Howling at the moon Living in the Canyon Inn Hangdown hanna and whiskey jim Dirty jeans and mudslide hymns It all began with soon So, adios to California Nothing to do but turn around Always thought there's someone coming for you Only way you'd leave this town Pasadena in the rain, eating donuts and reading Twain How much longer can my brain set itself on fire You said that's it for me Have a little faith, it might set you free But your faith's no good, you see For me and my desire So, adios to California Nothing to do but turn around Always thought there's someone coming for you Only way you'd leave this town Two cigarettes from a package gone You must have thought about it just that long I never knew you were so strong I guess I never will So, adios to California Nothing to do but turn around Always knew there's someone coming for you Only way you'd leave this town Only way you'd leave this town |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
Have you ever been under
All the way under Like I have, oh like I have It'll make you wonder Make you wonder If it don't make you mad If it don't make you mad I don't trust a man that ain't been lost I don't trust a woman ain't been double-crossed you ever been under All the way under Like I have, oh like I have Have you ever been sorry, really sorry For what you've done, for what you've done Well you should call me, yeah, you better call me Because I'm another one, I'm another one Well, I've tore the heart out of many a girl Just to see what she loved me for you ever been sorry, really sorry what you've done, what you've done Have you ever been under, all the way under Like I have, oh like I have Body torn asunder, torn asunder All your good gone bad, all your good gone bad I'm swimming upstream and it's dark and it's cold I'm looking for a house made of solid gold Have you ever been under, all the way under like I have Woah, like I have you ever been broken, really broken down to size Right down to size Not one word spoken, not one word spoken that you might rise, that you might rise Can't come up and my lungs about to burst feeling weighed down by an ill-gotten purse you ever been under, all the way under Like I have, oh like I have |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
They killed my brother in a poker game
Damn this town, I'm leaving Daddy stayed drunk and he died insane Damn this town, I'm leaving Momma had to work, barely raised the kids Damn this town, I'm leaving I ain't gonna tell you what her youngest boy did Damn this town, I'm leaving [Chorus:] Damn this town, I mean it this time Damn this town, I made up my mind Damn this town, damn this town I got a sister who's a thief and she's filled with hate Now she's got a job working for the State Another brother just got out of the Florida Pen Wears a bracelet on his ankle so they know where he's been [Chorus] A couple of sisters made it out all right A brother's in the army fighting for his life There must be some kind of reckoning A righteous judgment for all these things That's all I'm gonna say about my family Damn this town, I'm leaving But maybe you'd like to know a little about me Damn this town, I'm leaving I'm 58 years old, still live at home like a kid Damn this town, I'm leaving Now I can't help my momma tell you what her youngest boy did Damn this town, I'm leaving |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
I got me a deuce
and a quarter, babe She will ride you right Pick you up about half past nine We can ride all night I came up from the country, baby City's where I stay Got me a deuce and a quarter, babe It's all I got to say She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe Big-block she'll do all the work So we can ride in style Leather on those bucket seats Carpet double pile Chrome that takes the moonlight on Sea to shining sea You can hear those glass pipes rumble to the statue of liberty She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe Now when I first got out of high school I drove an old farm truck All the girls they walked right by me Didn't even say good luck Now I ride my 225, they all want to be my friend I'll pick you up later tonight now baby You can wait till then She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe Just about every cat I know wants him a coupe de ville I pay half the price and get twice as nice And they're still trying to pay that bill Now I can't say everything's okay riding in my car But I got me a deuce and a quarter baby She goes like a shooting star She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe She's a Detroit made Deuce and a quarter, babe |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
I woke up a day late
and a dollar short Thank god, I was wrapped up in your arms I don't want to read the morning news or watch the weather report I'd rather be grateful for your charms I've done a lot of things, baby That didn't make me proud Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Last night you said you looked up to me Nowhere to hide, that's when I lose control I kinda think it's like you see right through me I got no clothes on when you're lookin' into my soul I left my eardrums beating with the roaring of the crowd Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now I know I gotta go out and face the music Gotta stand up and play I'm lucky as hell to do what I love But nothing lasts forever, baby Not even the song Though you're the most beautiful one I could ever think of Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now Honey, I don't wanna leave you now All this time I've been coming and going It's like I'm in and out of consciousness I awaken from dreams sometimes without knowing I'm really awake or Am I dreaming this Now I'm wrapped up in your arms And a tear forms in a cloud Crying 'cause I gotta leave you now I'm crying 'cause I gotta leave you now I'm crying 'cause I gotta leave you now I gotta leave you now I gotta leave you now I'm crying 'cause I gotta leave you now I gotta leave you now leave you now I gotta leave you now |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
The streets are all empty, the network's deveined
Buildings walled up, electricity drained Shots in the square where they mowed them all down The river runs red from the center of town I worked for my daddy, he worked for his paw Till they came from the city and they took what they saw We rented back land and we worked what we could But they built and the stripped it 'till it wasn't no good [Chorus:] And I know I, yes I know I Gotta hold on, hold on for your love Out in the woods, my old truck is on fire Burning the last drops of my enormous desire Men eating men and there's no time for crying For I'm tired of the blood and I'm sick of the dying [Chorus] Burn down the cabin and put out the stars Tear up the fields and leave everything scarred I've been here before, but I don't know this place I've been here with you, but I can't see your face [Chorus] |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
Well, she come around here, in her '65 dress
With her eyes stuck open and her head in a mess With her head screaming 'no' and her heart saying 'yes' And I love that girl [Chorus:] It was back in that house full of drunkards and thieves When she first saw me rising up off of my knees And she said do you think you could show me that please And I love that girl Well, I love that girl And I love that girl Well, I love that girl Well, I love that girl We'd been left by the road in the back of the night We'd been stranded by dreams in then shot full of moonlight They took us downtown and they read us our rights And I love that girl So we married and said that we never would part And there hasn't been even one small change of heart If it ended all now, I wouldn't know where to start And I love that girl [Chorus] You lose it all then you're ascending Into a love that's never ending Now they're boilin' the oil on the bridge at the gates The king's men in the castle they're lying in wait} She says now is the time that we must not hesitate And I love that girl And she wakes me with coffee and kisses my head And starts to explain about something she's read I say darling, you haven't heard a word that I've said And I love that girl [Chorus] I know, I know I love that girl... |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
I wake in the morning
Out of my mind And I used to live for That morning sunshine Now I hide in the darkness It's all I can do 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you I can't go out walking I can't go to sleep And I can't stop thinking 'Bout the promise I keep I won't love another If it's the last thing I do 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you My friends are so wrong When they say just go on And I said where to and what for They don't understand I'm a shell of a man With no love to give anymore 'Till hell freezes over 'Till heaven skates by 'Till heartaches stops hurting In the blink of an eye 'Till these teardrops I'm crying Turn to sweet morning dew 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you 'Til I Get My Lovin' Back My lovin' back from you |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
I've been riding on this train
Drinking whiskey for the pain Just another good old boy going home And every town I see, seems to take a part of me That's a price that you pay when you roam And I lie when I have to And I cry when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham I got holes in both my shoes And a guitar full of blues A one-way ticket for a remedy It's the same old lonesome song I've been singing all night long Hey porter, are we out of Tennessee And I cry when I have to And I lie when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham Every year I ride this train To Alabama in the rain When I get that lonesome feeling in my bones But I never get to Birmingham But getting there is not the plan No, I just like the feel of going home And I lie when I have to And I cry when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham |
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from John Hiatt - Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns (2011)
On that fiery day, when the
towers gave way New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke Many heroes died, trying to save someone inside When New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke And I was there that day, and I don't know what to say Except New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke And the daylight felt dark, F-16's over Central Park When New York had her heart broke We were dazed in the streets, from the blood and dust and heat When New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke And the world changed that day, forever some will say When New York had her heart broke In a million years, she couldn't cry more tears New York had her heart broke, New York had her heart broke Ah, but she will rise again. |
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from John Hiatt - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Tower Theater, Philadelphia, PA 8/26/87 [live] (2010) | |||||
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from John Hiatt - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Tower Theater, Philadelphia, PA 8/26/87 [live] (2010) | |||||
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from John Hiatt - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Tower Theater, Philadelphia, PA 8/26/87 [live] (2010) | |||||
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from John Hiatt - Authorized Bootleg: Live At The Tower Theater, Philadelphia, PA 8/26/87 [live] (2010) | |||||
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
She has the wind as a witness
She has feelings that fly by night She believes in forgiveness But it's not love if it holds too tight And you can fly beside her But you gotta go where your heart says go She lets the bright lights guide her Through the rain and the drivin' snow Where she comes from she don't know She's a child of the wild blue yonder Flying out of here She's a child of the wild blue yonder Born in an angel's wing If you see her falling That's just a little trick she does She makes a dive for the pain that's calling Then heads for the clouds like a little dove She can't help her laughing She can't stop your crying days Sometimes it hurts to be having To hold on a love that surely must fly away She's a child of the wild blue yonder Flying out of here She's a child of the wild blue yonder Born in an angel's wing Medicine woman raised her Spirit father praised her Through their love she was set free From a baby kicking and screaming To a full blood woman dreaming With the power just to be She's a child of the wild blue yonder Flying out of here She's a child of the wild blue yonder Born in an angel's wing She's a child of the wild blue yonder Flying out of here She's a child of the wild blue yonder Born in an angel's wing |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
Down here the river, meets the sea
And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane And it feels like rain And it feels like rain Lying here, underneath the stars right next to you And I'm wondering who you are and How do you do? How do you do, baby? The clouds roll in across the moon And the wind howls out your name And it feels like rain And it feels like rain We never going to make that bridge tonight baby Across Lake Ponchartrain And it feels like rain And it feels like rain So batten down the hatch baby And leave your heart up your sleeve It looks like we're in for stormy weather, That ain't no cause for us to leave Just lay here, in my arms Let it wash away the pain And it feels like rain And it feels like rain |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
I thought I had your number - there must be some mistake
I dialled 6 - 3 - 7 - 11 - 88 I got some geezer; said his girlfriend's on the town I said, "I've got the wrong number," and I slammed the phone down Thought about it for a minute 'til the anger went away I figure every dog in town is gonna have his day Well, I could count the teardrops, or I could wonder why Well I used to be your lover - now I don't even try It was champagne parties and sweet love sins Now it's warm beer at midnight and girlie magazines I stack the empty cans up like a freshman in school It's the kind of thing you're into when you ain't nobody's fool Got my socks in the oven, something's growing in the sink I can't begin to face the day without a couple of drinks Ain't had a decent meal since you made me cry Well I used to be your lover - now I don't even try Memories, take a look at what you've done to me It's gettin' so all I do is watch TV Can't even prove that I'm alive Well, I thought I had your number - there must be some mistake I dialled 6-3-7-1-1-8-8 I got some geezer; said his girlfriend's on the town I said, "I've got the wrong number," and I slammed the phone down But I know the number's right and you're his girl Though I wouldn't want to face it for the whole wide world Don't come back baby, I think I'm gonna die Well I used to be your lover, now I don't even try I used to be your lover, now I don't even try |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
There's a lipstick sunset
Smeared across the August sky There's a bitter sweet perfume Hanging in the fields The creek is running high And I left my lover waiting In the dawn somewhere to wonder why By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well, a radio was playing And that ol' summer heat was on the rise I just had to get away Before some sad old song Brought tears to my eyes And Lord I couldn't tell her That her love was only killing me By the end of the day All her sweet dreams would fade To a lipstick sunset Well it's pretty as a picture baby Red and blushing just before the night Maybe love's like that for me Maybe I can only see As you take away the light So hold me in the darkness We can dream about the cool twilight 'Til the dawning of the day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day When I make my getaway To a lipstick sunset There will come another day Then I'll make my getaway To a lipstick sunset |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out The whole foundation just went flying past her She puts her heart into it - and you just yank it out You pulled her love out through the window pane Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane She could have rode off with some Texas tornado Some mister twister she could kick up her boot heels with Could have rode him on down to Laredo But you flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss You blew her mind fast as a bullet train Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane She might have known youd get her sooner or later Living in that railer park down by the sandy beach Where tides roll in like the big dream generators Forces of nature, blow everything out of reach Water in her living room, fire up in her brain Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- waah waah Waah waah- loving a hurricane |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere They all got wet when he smashed that thing But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing It breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar It started back in 1963 His mama wouldnt buy him that new red harmony He settled for a sunburst with a crack But hes still trying to break his mamas back Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar How he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good thing comes to an end Now he just sits in his room all day Whistling every note he ever played Well there outta be a law with no bail Smash a guitar and you go to jail With no chance for early parole You dont get out until you get some soul Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Late at night the end of the road He wishes he still had that old guitar to hold He'd rock it like a baby in his arms Never let it come to any harm Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya' But I never could tell what's mine So it didn't matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar And singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted But nobody said boo to me I never did get what I wanted Now I get what I need It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about Slow learnin' But you learn to sway A slow turnin' baby Not fade away Now I'm in my car I got the radio on I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat 'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh 'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot Time is short and here's the damn thing about it You're gonna die, gonna die for sure And you can learn to life with love or without it But there ain't no cure There's just a... It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
Sometimes I don't even move a muscle
Baby when you lie awake all night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I don't think right I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all A hungry wolf, or an agry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is It's not as if we could think that things were one way And they would all just be that way right now When I was a kid I thought that someday I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow Now I'm hungry for the love That doesn't know what it's dreamin' of Raging for the meek and mild Like something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is There's a hole where the wind blows through And some curtains hung But I can't hide a thing from you You know where I come from Well I tried getting there under my own steam 'Til my very last chance was shot Now you're under my skin like a submarine I can feel you in my veins running hot Now if it's more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money And a place to go Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it Was gonna die if we didn't make it so I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all An angry wolf, or a hungry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is Something wild Something wild Something wild |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
You were dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway somewhere When the music from the carillon Seemed to hurl your heart out there Past the scientific darkness Past the fireflies that float To an angel bending down To wrap you in her warmest coat And you ask, "What am I not doing?" She says "Your voice cannot command. In time, you will move mountains, And it will come through your hands." Still you argue for an option Still you angle for your case Like you wouldn't know a burning bush If it blew up in your face Yeah, we scheme about the future And we dream about the past When just a simple reaching out Might build a bridge that lasts And you ask, "What am I not doing?" She says "Your voice cannot command. In time, you will move mountains, And it will come through your hands." So whatever your hands find to do You must do with all your heart There are thoughts enough To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart There's a healing touch to find you On that broad highway somewhere To lift you high As music flying Through the angel's hair. Don't ask what you are not doing Because your voice cannot command In time we will move mountains And it will come through your hands |
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from John Hiatt - Live At The Hiatt (2007)
(let me hear ya get funky now)
When your heart touches mine And my thoughts explode When our wires get crossed And the fire burns my soul Then I know you're home When you shine your light And i dont have to use the phone To call you Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say, please When im down to my last Cigarette in your bed And the smoke rings blow THrough the dreams in your head And we burn through the dark With a light so bright And the hardes part is leavin' Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Good god it hurt me so Baby please dont let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Baby cause it hurt me so Hey baby When the morning comes And you're still here with me And you give me some Of your sweet mystery And it feels so real And it feels so right And I want your love Forever Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it
Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use talkin' about it Love like this just don't come along every day Somebody just stop calling you angel Somebody just let love get up and go downtown Somebody just stop calling you angel Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down They called you tookie in high school, you didn't mind it too much Kind of nice to have a nickname, kind of like they thought about it You wish that it stuck with you, didn't have to trade it in on Some crazy lover's pet name, wind up hurtin' so much Somebody just stop calling you angel Somebody just let love get up and go downtown Somebody just stop calling you angel Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down He peeled the skin off of the world and you stopped breathin' You drew a breath, he sighed, the air was freezin' Two blood-red hearts pumpin' hard out in the open You skinned your knee at kickball Twenty years ago against all hopin' Y'all put that hammer down and drove through love's angel food cake Tastin' every spongy layer and lickin' frosting off the moon Wild-eyed with excitement but childishly disappointed Maybe even tasted better when mama let you lick the spoon Somebody just stop calling you angel Somebody just let love get up and go downtown Somebody just stop calling you angel Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
I've been taking off and landing
But this airport's closed And how much thicker this fog is gonna get God only knows Just when you think that you've got a grip Reality sneaks off, it gives you the slip As if you ever knew what it was Takin' you down the lime Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home I've been circling the wagons Down at Time Square Trying to fill up this hole in my soul But nothing fits there Just when you think you can let it rip You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips As if you had someplace else to go Or a better way to get there Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home Now there's only two things in life But I forget what they are It seems we're either hangin' on a moonbeam's coattails Or wishing on stars Just when you think that you've been gyped The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip And you run off and join the circus Yeah you just let that pony ride Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home Lookin' for his buffalo river home |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see Just let my love throw a spark And have a little faith in me And when the tears you cry Are all you can believe Just give these loving arms a try baby And have a little faith in me And have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me When your secret heart Cannot speak so easily Come here darlin' From a whisper start To have a little faith in me And when your back's against the wall Just turn around and you, you will see I will catch you, I will catch your fall baby Just have a little faith in me And have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Well I've been loving you for such a long time girl Expecting nothing in return just for for you to have a little faith in me 'Cause see time, time is our friend 'Cause for us there is no end And all you gotta do is a have a little faith in me I said I will hold you up I will hold you up And your love gives me strength in love So have a little faith in love I said a hey hey all you gotta do for me girl is have a little bit of faith in me I said a I said a hey... |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front
His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes She sat on a stool, he said, "What do you want?" She said, "Give me a love that don't freeze up inside." He said, "I have melted some hearts in my time dear But to sit next to you, Lord, I shiver and shake And if I knew love, well, I don't think I'd be here Askin' myself if I've got what it takes." To melt your icy blue heart Should I start? To turn what's been frozen for years Into a river of tears "These days we all play cool, calm and collected Why, our lips could turn blue just shooting the breeze" But under the frost, well, he thought he detected A warm blush of red and a touch of her knee He said, "Girl, you're a beauty like I've never witnessed And I've seen the Northern Lights dance in the air But I've felt the cold that can follow the first kiss And there's not enough heat in the fires burning there." To melt your icy blue heart Should I start? To turn what's been frozen for years Into a river of tears |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out The whole foundation just went flying past her She puts her heart into it - and you just yank it out You pulled her love out through the window pane Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane She could have rode off with some Texas tornado Some mister twister she could kick up her boot heels with Could have rode him on down to Laredo But you flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss You blew her mind fast as a bullet train Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane She might have known youd get her sooner or later Living in that railer park down by the sandy beach Where tides roll in like the big dream generators Forces of nature, blow everything out of reach Water in her living room, fire up in her brain Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- waah waah Waah waah- loving a hurricane |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
I got something to say little girl
You might not like my style But we've been hanging around this town Just a little too long a while You say you're gonna get your act together Gonna take it out on the road But if I dont get outta here pretty soon My head's going to explode Sure I like country music I like mandolins But right now I need a telecaster Through a vibro-lux turned up to ten Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl I need a little shot of that rhythm baby Mixed up with these country blues I wanna trade in these ol country boots For some fine italian shoes Forget the mousse and the hairspray sugar We dont need none of that Just a little dab'll do ya girl Underneath a pork pie hat Until hell freezes over Maybe you can wait that long But I dont think Ronnie Milsap's gonna ever Record this song Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl Maybe there's nothin' happenin' there Maybe there's somethin' in the air Before our upper lips get stiff Maybe we need us a big ol whiff If we could just get off-a that beat little girl Maybe we could find the groove At least we can get a decent meal Down at the Rendez-vous 'Cause one more heartfelt steel guitar chord Girl, it's gonna do me in I need to hear some trumpet and saxophone You know sound as sweet as sin And after we get good and greasy Baby we can come back home Put the cowhorns back on the cadillac And change the message on the cord-a-phone But... Lets go to Memphis in the meantime baby Memphis in the meantime girl |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere They all got wet when he smashed that thing But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing It breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar It started back in 1963 His mama wouldnt buy him that new red harmony He settled for a sunburst with a crack But hes still trying to break his mamas back Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar How he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good thing comes to an end Now he just sits in his room all day Whistling every note he ever played Well there outta be a law with no bail Smash a guitar and you go to jail With no chance for early parole You dont get out until you get some soul Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Late at night the end of the road He wishes he still had that old guitar to hold He'd rock it like a baby in his arms Never let it come to any harm Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya' But I never could tell what's mine So it didn't matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar And singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted But nobody said boo to me I never did get what I wanted Now I get what I need It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about Slow learnin' But you learn to sway A slow turnin' baby Not fade away Now I'm in my car I got the radio on I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat 'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh 'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot Time is short and here's the damn thing about it You're gonna die, gonna die for sure And you can learn to life with love or without it But there ain't no cure There's just a... It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Sometimes I don't even move a muscle
Baby when you lie awake all night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I don't think right I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all A hungry wolf, or an agry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is It's not as if we could think that things were one way And they would all just be that way right now When I was a kid I thought that someday I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow Now I'm hungry for the love That doesn't know what it's dreamin' of Raging for the meek and mild Like something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is There's a hole where the wind blows through And some curtains hung But I can't hide a thing from you You know where I come from Well I tried getting there under my own steam 'Til my very last chance was shot Now you're under my skin like a submarine I can feel you in my veins running hot Now if it's more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money And a place to go Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it Was gonna die if we didn't make it so I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all An angry wolf, or a hungry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is Something wild Something wild Something wild |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin
Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I'm breathing in By the lake, so humid that the moon was getting wet For our sake the crickets started playing their castonets Like a gypsy, you stole me from a child into a man It never hit me: I've been running ever since I took a stand And this love like Spanish moss hangin from the trees Just swaying in the breeze like a sweet memory Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Since you were mine That autumn chill sent a shiver, girl, it shook us to the bone And we still had February frozen on the phone Spring thaw, would it find us with our lips frozen blue? Love calls, but do we really live the time we're running through? Or like a dream, do we let it die and drift away to sleep Until it screams like an echo in the history books you keep 'Cause that stream running from the corners of my mind Looking back I find like a river it unwinds Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time just like an old man's fiddle Looking for the dance; gonna meet me in the middle I'm never gonna figure out the way that I feel - Running straight outta time, but my love's still real Now I see you- you're looking pretty in your summer dress I can almost feel you as you clutch your little locket to your breast Looking down at the picture, girl, you know you're looking fine Is it me? Was I ever in your heart or on your mind? Cause I'm running outta time I'm running straight outta time Were you ever mine? |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to do
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate Said they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Since I left California baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to wait Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in When we landed in Memphis like original sin Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage And there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one Japanese model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates She saw him singing once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but this wild weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends Well this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from It's the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Don't have to humble yourself to me
I ain't your judge or your king And baby, you know you ain't no Queen of Sheba And we may not even have our dignity, no This could be just a prideful thing But baby, we can choose you know, we ain't no amoebas But Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love And you ain't some icon carved out of soap Sent down here to clean up my reputation And baby, I ain't your prince charming Now we can live in fear, or act out of hope For some kind of peaceful situation Baby, don't know why the cry of love is so alarming But Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love The ugly ducklings don't turn into swans And glide off down the lake Whether your sunglasses are off or on You only see the world you make Before the laws of God and the laws of man I take you for my wife, yeah To love, honour, cherish and obey, Now, I didn't have no plans to live this kind of life, no It just worked out that way And Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love Are you ready for this thing called love Don't come from you and me, It comes from up above I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves Are you ready for this thing called love Just a crazy little thing called love Its justs a crazy little thing called love |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
(let me hear ya get funky now)
When your heart touches mine And my thoughts explode When our wires get crossed And the fire burns my soul Then I know you're home When you shine your light And i dont have to use the phone To call you Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say, please When im down to my last Cigarette in your bed And the smoke rings blow THrough the dreams in your head And we burn through the dark With a light so bright And the hardes part is leavin' Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Good god it hurt me so Baby please dont let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Baby cause it hurt me so Hey baby When the morning comes And you're still here with me And you give me some Of your sweet mystery And it feels so real And it feels so right And I want your love Forever Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please |
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from John Hiatt - Live From Austin, Texas (2005)
Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee, yup
Right through the kitchen floor You feel like hell so you might as well get out and sell Your smart ass door to door And the Mrs. wears her robe slightly undone As your daughter dumps her oatmeal on your son And you keep it hid Just like your did So you go to work just to watch some jerk Pick up the perks You were in line to get And the guy that hired you just got fired, Your job's expired They just ain't told you yet So you go and buy a brand new set of wheels To show your family just how great you feel Acting like a kid Just like your dad did And You're a chip off the old block Why does it come as such a shock That every road up which you rock Your dad already did Yeah you've seen the old man's ghost Come back as creamed chipped beef on toast Now if you dont get your slice of the roast You're gonna flip your lid Just like your dad did, just like your dad did Well the day was long now, supper's on The thrill is gone But something's taking place Yeah the food is cold and your wife feels old But all hands fold As the two year old says grace She says help the starving children to get well But let my brother's hamster burn in hell You love your wife and kids Just like your dad did |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
Come out of a fireball
Notes burning and the letters scrawled I ain't ever goin' back no more Bare light blub and a hotplate Was there that I finally met my fate And I ain't ever goin' back no more She danced the room and she made it fine I sang a song about a crooked line And I ain't ever goin' back no more She's my first love and she's my last Don't ask me how it ever came to pass 'cause I ain't ever goin' back no more I ain't going back no more Wouldn't even try to find that door And I ain't ever goin' back no more I don't care what the past has in store I ain't ever goin' back no more I ain't ever goin' back no more A pint of gin and a long bus trip Somebody said you just get over it I ain't ever goin' back no more I see her face at every shitty bar I have to play to pay for this guitar I ain't ever goin' back no more I'm singing every song for her tonight So bartender would you hit the lights 'cause I ain't ever goin' back no more A little something to remember me It's been so long lord she musn't see I ain't ever goin' back no more I ain't ever goin' back I ain't goin' back no more Wouldn't even try to find that door I ain't ever goin' back no more I don't care what the past has in store I ain't ever goin' back no more I ain't ever goin' back no more Dust settles in a darkened room Whiskey steals away the sense of doom I ain't ever goin' back no more We made love and we made hate Never could seem to get it straight I ain't ever goin' back no more baby You're branded on my soul and in my mind I keep running up and down this old fence line I ain't ever goin' back no more Only one thing in my life is true Honey I will remember you I ain't ever goin' back no more I ain't ever goin' back no more Wouldn't even try to find that door I ain't ever goin' back no more I don't care what the past has in store I ain't ever goin' back no more I ain't ever goin' back no more |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
Back on the corner
I'm singing the blues I can see my reflection In the shine of your shoes Like momma used to say No news is good news And I'm back on the corner again Back on the corner Got my seeing-eye dog He's blind as justice And hungry as a hog I feel like a prince But I look like a frog And I'm back on the corner again Back on the corner Pitching pennies and dimes Hell, I don't even know How I got here this time Singing for my supper at 12th street and vine Back on the corner again Used to take seven pills Just to get up in the morning From seven different doctors With seven different warnings I'd call 'em up to say I'm coming apart They'd say call us back when the fireworks start Well I lost my address I lost my wife I lost my children I lost my knife But if you trifle with me It's my life against your life Back on the corner again Back on the corner Something's sticking in my craw How come everything I do Is up against the law You can't arrest a man, can you For trying to break his own fall Back on the corner again Back on the corner Got a pidgeon for a friend He said he'd come to see me But he did not say when One of these days He's gonna fly back home and then Back on the corner again Every long, drawn step it took to get me here Was full of best intentions Bright hopes and good cheer With dreams made out of silk Lined with silver and gold Too beautiful to mention Too heavy to ever hold Well, I'm back on the corner With the pimps and the whores Least I know what they're standing here for She smiles, tips me a dollar, And I play her one more Back on the corner again Back on the corner again Back on the corner again |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
Well he packed up his suitcase
'cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds Along the river outside of town As he wound his pocket watch To set time spinnin' 'em all around Wasn't long they'd be forgetting This old rainy Texas day Little fella wasn't meant For this old world anyway Gambling and whoring Hiding from plain view Tell me which one of us rounders Would you trust this poor child to You just roll on cold river Wash little moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago Town In Chicago Town Well they rolled out of Austin On some kind of cattle train She'd been with him for a year Didn't know his second name He worked the small towns hustling nine ball She hooked the truck stops too They were trying to make Chicago Before the winter come blowing through Some trucker sprang a leak In California they supposed Started working Arizona Lord she missed the bloody rose They rambled through the southwest Making money and making time But they never could find no help Not a doctor, not that kind You just roll on cold river Wash little moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago Town In Chicago Town Some women love their babies Some women won't have one Some Texas woman found him And we're still on the run The kind of life we're living He'd only slow us down Ain't good for nothing anyway Just rambling town to town You just roll on cold river Wash little moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago Town In Chicago Town Well he unpacked his suitcase She pulled her stockings down Dreaming up a pool hall And shooting up a round She thought about tomorrow When the money rolled around That night they slept like babies In Chicago Town |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
We were coming down the old turnpike
Horse hooves pounding, sledgehammer night You can tell 'em anything you like I was there with you baby Silver and diamonds and a skin full of tears The road narrowed then it disappeared Maybe you figured you might Wind up some place like here Acting like you never cared for me baby Now you shake me off Like the dust your boots are wearing The leather's soft but I'm cold and fast Makes me cough 'til I feel my lungs are tearing I'll never rest 'til I find you at last Find you at last The ground we covered's cracked and spit with rain Not enough here to fill the smallest vein Be all right if this god-forsaken terrain Just dried up and blew away baby Maybe my memory's just not right But we've been baptized by fire and light Eaten by the earth Swallowed up by the night I don't care where you think You're gonna stay baby Now you shake me off Like the dust your boots are wearing The leather's soft but I'm hard and fast Makes me cough 'til I feel my lungs are tearing I'll never rest 'til I find you at last Find you at last Find you at last Find you at last baby Find you at last I've been searching for an answer What a waste of time Should've picked your trail up sooner But I couldn't stop the pain That was breaking up my mind So I found some open country I forgot the past I don't care if you don't want me 'cause nothing matters any more baby 'til I find you at last Tonight you're sleeing on a cold dirt floor And in my dreams I'm crashing through your door But you don't recognize me anymore Do you baby 'til I find you at least Find you at last Find you at last baby Find you at last Find you at last 'til I find you at last Find you at last |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
Caught like a deer in my own headlights
Frozen on this road tonight I had a fix on the brightest star Now I'm not sure where you are North is south and east is west Where's the love that I knew best Shifting in this icy wind Howlin' down the cumberland You're in this valley that I love Cold and far as the stars above Do I have to wait 'til spring is here? Just to hold you warm and near Dead of winter, dead of night Not much time to make it right I know where that lonesome sound begins Howlin' down the cumberland Just a creature in the dark Longing for one blessed spark To burn the sky and hear the night With love reborn by morning light But nature doesn't heed the call Nature just commands that's all Now my love's a cutting wind Howlin' down the cumberland Now my love's a cutting wind Howlin' down the cumberland |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
In the forest of no gravity
Where birds mock reality We laid out some bread crumbs Yeah but somebody ate 'em Always thought we'd make it here But here keeps movin' How much blood How many tears It's never been proven Love's not where we thought we left it Who took the last of love and kept it Caged love in tried to protect it Love's not where we thought we left it The apostles were jealous Of Mary Magdalene and jesus Said why do you love her more than us Jesus turned back in disgust Said why do I love her more than you The answer is a question Just ask yourself what can I do To gain my lord's affection Love's not where you thought you left it Who took the last of love and kept it Caged love in tried to protect it Love's not where we thought we left it When men become more ladylike I'll see you in the candlelight When women come to be like men We'll be ashamed to fight again No jealous god's the only one Father, mother, ghost and son Love's unorthodox Changes all of nature's clocks To time remaining Just twenty-four hours For lovers in training Bitter, salty, sweet and sour Love's not where we thought we left it Who took the last of love and kept it Love's not where we thought we left it Who took the last of love and kept it Love's not where we thought we left it |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
Close one there
Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue Eight ball pounding in my lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be here I thought I made that loud and clear But the master of disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues China town Chasing that old dragon down Madam Wong's We play the blues with the curtains drawn Sidewalks of white While the la sun beat out the night Pounding brain My last transmission down the drain And the master of disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues There's a debt I owe I'll never pay before I go So I sing the blues Hand me down my walking shoes You're in my heart Though we may be miles apart There's my point I'll see you in another joint When the master of disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster He can't play it any faster When he plays the blues When he had the heart to ask her And every note just shook the plaster Now he's just a mean old bastard When he plays the blues |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
He's the old school
He don't say When he's hurtin' He'll just hide away 'till it 's over And tears are dry He's the old school And you can't see him cry He was young once Just like you A heart wide open To a love that is true He thought he found it Now she's gone And he's the old school Of love from now on He's just a student Like us all Learned a lesson By taking a fall There's noting new in This love game In the old school It's always the same He's the old school He don't say When he's hurtin' He'll just hide away 'till it 's over And tears are dry He's the old school And you can't see him cry He's the old school You can't see him cry. |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird
Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird There's a burial ground Beneath a cattle herd Mr. Henry Ford's building me a Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across the country in my Thunderbird We're from Pennsylvania Welsh men of words My daddy drove a Desoto I drive a Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird She's the voice of the future Baby, have you heard Tomorrow's taken wing on my Thunderbird My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird Got electric windows Tilt away wheel Slide across the bucket seat For that sexy leather feel of My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder Don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird From the old Volkswagen Back to the Model T A lot of men died Just so you could ride with me in My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird She drives like a dream Baby rest assured It don't get any better than a Thunderbird My daddy was a salesman My brother was too I would sell anything Just to try to stay with you But not my Thunderbird No not my Thunderbird Willy Loman's saying something I can't hear a word I'm going too fast in my Thunderbird They make 'em that way Yeah they make 'em that way Well they make 'em that way Yeah they make 'em that way Well they make 'em that way |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
We made a pact
Lying there on our backs Swearing to every star That the sky did hold Promising our love was true Promising to see it through Then we headed due southwest Across the muscle shoals We slid down a riverbank In the pouring rain giving thanks For the strength just to carry on Through the fog and the cold There at the water's edge She tugged my arm And I nodded my head Just one more step And that river took a hold When my love crosses over I'm coming over too To cross that mighty river that's before us To the new western world Mountains high and plain unfurled Desert stretching out To touch the californias We said we'd never look back We never have and that's a fact That Mississippi washed us clean Down to the bone The journey's been long my friend Hell, you never know what state you're in Yeah, but the unknown It's always the unknown When my love crosses over I'm coming over too To cross that mighty river that's before us To the new western world Mountains high and plain unfurled Desert stretching out To touch the californias I lost track of you a while But you were waiting for me with a smile Made me feel like a little child With a brand new view Let's do it all over babe It'd just be another trip we made When my love crosses over I'm coming too |
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from John Hiatt - Master Of Disaster (2005)
I've been too long with my nose in a book
I hope you sing just as good as you look Come on over baby, I got a song for you A little jump of something I call The wintertime blues I wanna hear those mockingbird wings I want gravy on everything Lovin' in the kitchen What have we got to lose Just a nasty case of These ol' wintertime blues Cold as snot with a big frozen smile Ain't foolin' nobody after a while Time to let the cat out I've got a real short fuse I'm just about to blow up These ol' wintertime blues There's no spring There was never any spring Spring's a long gone thing There won't ever be a spring no more At least that's the way it feels when your Skin is cracked and peeled And you've been livin' under Sixty pounds of blanket And the snow's drifting up to your window And you're out of firewood And the wolf is howling at your door Three hours of day light And all of them gray The suicide prevention group has all run away I'm running out of groceries I ain't got no rubber shoes Bring the bacon baby I got the wintertime blues I could cut a hole in the floor Catch you a fish by a quarter to four But I'm stuck up this mountain Where I got a bird's eye view Of couple more months of these Ol' wintertime blues And it's a one, two My lips are turning blue Come on over baby What have we got to lose Just a nasty case of These ol' wintertime blues And it's three, four I'm stiff as Al Gore Come on over baby What have we got to lose Just a nasty case of these ol' Wintertime blues Well, it's the same old drill For Punxsutawney Phil If he sees his own shadow I'm shootin' to kill Come on over baby I stand accused There's a man going crazy up here With the wintertime blues |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
I didn't say we wouldn't hurt anymore
That's how you learn, you just get burned But we don't have to feel like dirt anymore Though love's not earned, Baby it's our turn We were always looking for true north With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love I'm not talkin' 'bout retreatin' little girl Gonna take our stand, in this Chevy van Windows open on the rest of the world Holdin' hands, all the way to Dixieland We've been tryin' to turn our lives around Since we were little kids, it's been wearin' us down Don't turn away now Darlin' lets fire it up and wind it out Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love I heard your mama callin', I think she was just stallin' Don't know who she was talkin' to, baby me and you We could go down with a smile on, don't bother to pack your nylons Just keep them pretty legs showin', it gets hot down where we're goin' We were always looking for true north With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out Come on baby drive, come on baby drive south, come on baby drive south Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
Down here the river, meets the sea
And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane And it feels like rain And it feels like rain Lying here, underneath the stars right next to you And I'm wondering who you are and How do you do? How do you do, baby? The clouds roll in across the moon And the wind howls out your name And it feels like rain And it feels like rain We never going to make that bridge tonight baby Across Lake Ponchartrain And it feels like rain And it feels like rain So batten down the hatch baby And leave your heart up your sleeve It looks like we're in for stormy weather, That ain't no cause for us to leave Just lay here, in my arms Let it wash away the pain And it feels like rain And it feels like rain |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
I know a girl, mess with your mind,
She'll come to you in the summer sometime She'll talk about things you don't understand, But you better keep to the matters at hand Before the whole damn thing unwinds She is beautiful, she is small She don't wanna play basketball There's no tellin' what she might do Before her doin' days are through But right now she can't even crawl Georgia Rae, OK, Georgia Rae Georgia Rae, what'd I say Georgia Rae Your mother and I we did this act In some hotel 'bout nine moths back Now, it's love that brings you here A love that will not disappear Georgia, honey, you can count on that Georgia Rae, OK, Georgia Rae Georgia Rae, what'd I say Georgia Rae We were tired, should've been sleepin' But, like a fire, somethin' came creepin', creepin', creepin' Your brother and sister don't understand How your tiny feet and your tiny hands Could carry the weight of a thousand earths Into our little universe But, Georgia, we all think it's grand Georgia Rae, OK, Georgia Rae Georgia Rae, what'd I say Georgia Rae |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
She came onto him like a slow movin' cold front
His beer was warmer than the look in her eyes She sat on a stool, he said, "What do you want?" She said, "Give me a love that don't freeze up inside." He said, "I have melted some hearts in my time dear But to sit next to you, Lord, I shiver and shake And if I knew love, well, I don't think I'd be here Askin' myself if I've got what it takes." To melt your icy blue heart Should I start? To turn what's been frozen for years Into a river of tears "These days we all play cool, calm and collected Why, our lips could turn blue just shooting the breeze" But under the frost, well, he thought he detected A warm blush of red and a touch of her knee He said, "Girl, you're a beauty like I've never witnessed And I've seen the Northern Lights dance in the air But I've felt the cold that can follow the first kiss And there's not enough heat in the fires burning there." To melt your icy blue heart Should I start? To turn what's been frozen for years Into a river of tears |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
That girl you were seein' back in '72
Somethin' 'bout a hotel room and bath water in your shoes Were you into your Catholic thing then or some other stew Were you both holed up in that hotel room practicing voodoo It'll come to you Don't look back, it'll come to you In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight It'll come to you And that business partner you took for every red cent You can't even remember where all of that money went Some on liquor and women, maybe a little rent But as far as paying it back, Buddy, you ain't made a dent It'll come to you Don't look back, it'll come to you In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight It'll come to you Yes they'll all be standin' 'round you in your sleep Askin' for a promise you couldn't keep 'Cause back when you were hollow inside You were tryin' to puff yourself up with your own foolish pride Now you're happily married with a wife and kids of you're own But sometimes in the closet at night you can hear them rattlin' bones Takin' bets on your future and your current postal zone It's a spooky equation, but check out yourself, Jack, you're the great unknown It'll come to you Don't look back, it'll come to you In the middle of the night, with you covers pulled up tight It'll come to you |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
I was gonna get up off that bar stool
Just as soon as I could figure it out Why I was overlooked at the car pool Stood up at the dance with no twist and shout When you're burnin' with your last desire And every memory haunts you You write it down in alcohol fire 'Cause that's the only flame that wants you When you're paper thin Yeah, read all about it When you were out of luck, well, luck was doin' alright Now you're paper thin Yeah, they can see right through ya You just cut you're little finger on the edge of the night Now do I really have to be responsible For what I did between those tavern walls I was just mixing up some chemicals You could've heard a pin drop, could have heard time crawl And every once in a while You could hear you're own heart pound Maybe some paper doll with a pasted on smile Would let you write her number down When you're paper thin Yeah, read all about it When you were out of luck, well, luck was doin' alright Now you're paper thin Yeah, they can see right through ya You just cut you're little finger on the edge of the night |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
You get up in the morning
You get on the bus You don't think about nothing You don't raise no fuss You come home in the evening Turn the TV on You ain't going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along You get the Sunday paper On Saturday night You read the travel section Until you're all uptight 'Cause it's almost Monday Jack you know that song You ain't going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along They talk about you in the press They got you figured out I guess Though you never heard of the guy they mention Sometimes that girl she'll slip you a kiss But she's just another somnambulist And you're tired of sleepwalking The cats out but he ain't talking You're just another joker With one chance in hell Of ever pullin' that trigger Of ever feelin' too well Yeah but you just might do it Just to prove them all wrong 'Cause you ain't going nowhere You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just ride along, ride along, ride along Git along git along git along You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just ride along, ride along, ride along You just... |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
When I was a boy,
I thought it just came to ya' But I never could tell what's mine So it didn't matter anyway My only pride and joy Was this racket down here Bangin' on an old guitar And singin' what I had to say I always thought our house was haunted But nobody said boo to me I never did get what I wanted Now I get what I need It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about Slow learnin' But you learn to sway A slow turnin' baby Not fade away Now I'm in my car I got the radio on I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat 'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh 'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot Time is short and here's the damn thing about it You're gonna die, gonna die for sure And you can learn to life with love or without it But there ain't no cure There's just a... It's been a slow turnin' From the inside out A slow turnin' But you come about |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
Maybe your mama didn't treat you right,
Maybe her intentions weren't even very good Maybe my daddy lay awake at night Imagining himself in some other neighborhood Left to our own devices Like maybe they were too Out on the open road And wonderin' what to do You ask how we got here baby don't ask how That was sometime other than now It takes what it takes, that's what they told us girl We've done a lot of dumb things, we'll probably do some more On two different paths, runnin' 'round in different worlds We finally found each other, who we were lookin' for Now I see my own reflection When I give my love to you And it's shot back like an arrow So straight and true You ask how we got here baby don't ask how That was sometime other than now I'm not leavin' baby The future's comin' right here and now And maybe tomorrow we can't take it I'm not grievin' baby anymore The past is gone And we can't fake it, so baby let's make it With this love of ours somehow A little bit of fear, you know it goes a long way It's followed us around since we were little kids With just a little faith, well maybe baby someday We will find the strength, the strength to forgive It don't come all of a sudden But when it comes at last You could blink your eyes and miss it It happens so fast You ask how we got here baby don't ask how That was sometime other than now |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
I woke up in a hotel and I didn't know what to do
I turned the TV on and wrote a letter to you The news was talkin' 'bout a dragnet up on the interstate Said they were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Since I left California baby, things have gotten worse Seems the land of opportunity for me is just a curse Tell that judge in Bakersfield that my trial will have to wait Down here they're lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates It was somewhere in Nevada, it was cold outside She was shiverin' in the dark, so I offered her a ride Three bank jobs later, four cars hot wired We crossed the Mississippi like an oil slick fire If they'd known what we was up to they wouldn't 'a let us in When we landed in Memphis like original sin Up Elvis Presley Boulevard to the Graceland gates See we were lookin' for a Cadillac with Tennessee plates Well, there must have been a dozen of them parked in that garage And there wasn't one Lincoln and there wasn't one Dodge And there wasn't one Japanese model or make Just pretty, pretty Cadillacs with Tennessee plates She saw him singing once when she was seventeen And ever since that day she's been living in between I was never king of nothin' but this wild weekend Anyway he wouldn't care, hell he gave them to his friends Well this ain't no hotel I'm writin' you from It's the Tennessee prison up at Brushy Mountain Where yours sincerely's doin' five to eight Stampin' out my time makin' Tennessee plates |
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from John Hiatt - Slow Turning (2005)
Whatever you don't follow that shot, she rang those words out with all she got
With a baby and the laundry in the Chevrolet, well he thought about following anyway But he drove 'em to the strip mall laundromat, In his three day beard and his red man hat Trudy washed their bell bottom jeans, while that baby just sat there lookin' mean Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Well David put a match to a Lucky Strike And the smoke curled up 'round his head how he liked, It made him feel a little mysterious 'Til Trudy said "David honey, what about us?" So he thought about them and those shots ringing out And other things he shouldn't be thinking about Like how it wasn't them at all, just life that was mean And how a twenty dollar pistol made him feel so clean Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Didn't mean to do it baby, but I did it for love The same shot his Daddy heard before him A shot that can really blow you away And when it is fired his mama told him " David, you'll follow it to your grave" Well Trudy and Dave, those crazy kids Had a baby of their own and you heard what they did In the middle of a strip mall shots rang out Shots heard all over the world no doubt 'Cause it was there in the paper the very next day 'Bout a couple and a baby and a Chevrolet Who shot up an automatic teller machine Took the money for the laundry and drove away clean Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds Trudy and Dave They're out of their minds |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it
Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use talkin' about it Love like this just don't come along every day Somebody just stop calling you angel Somebody just let love get up and go downtown Somebody just stop calling you angel Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down They called you tookie in high school, you didn't mind it too much Kind of nice to have a nickname, kind of like they thought about it You wish that it stuck with you, didn't have to trade it in on Some crazy lover's pet name, wind up hurtin' so much Somebody just stop calling you angel Somebody just let love get up and go downtown Somebody just stop calling you angel Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down He peeled the skin off of the world and you stopped breathin' You drew a breath, he sighed, the air was freezin' Two blood-red hearts pumpin' hard out in the open You skinned your knee at kickball Twenty years ago against all hopin' Y'all put that hammer down and drove through love's angel food cake Tastin' every spongy layer and lickin' frosting off the moon Wild-eyed with excitement but childishly disappointed Maybe even tasted better when mama let you lick the spoon Somebody just stop calling you angel Somebody just let love get up and go downtown Somebody just stop calling you angel Angel wings out in the snow and mascara running down |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
I've got a blue telescope, I'm looking at the world tonight
Through a blue telescope; I wish I may, I wish I might Not see what I see - sheet metal on sheets of ice Looking through this blue telescope down a moonstruck road tonight Blue breath on my windshield, I came to a frozen place She shivered when I said goodbye - I wish I didn't have to face Her in that rear-view mirror, though she lives in the heart of me Looking through this blue telescope I guess she'll always be a star to me The heavens vast and wide Wait to escort the bride She lifts her wedding veil Her breath a lonesome vapour trail I got this blue telescope - I'm looking for her tonight Through a blue telescope; tell me, why must the blue angels fight? Taking one last shot at heaven while they slip stream through paradise Looking through this blue telescope down a moonstruck road tonight I'm looking through this blue telescope down a moonstruck road tonight I've got a blue telescope Blue telescope |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
I've been taking off and landing
But this airport's closed And how much thicker this fog is gonna get God only knows Just when you think that you've got a grip Reality sneaks off, it gives you the slip As if you ever knew what it was Takin' you down the lime Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home I've been circling the wagons Down at Time Square Trying to fill up this hole in my soul But nothing fits there Just when you think you can let it rip You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips As if you had someplace else to go Or a better way to get there Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home Now there's only two things in life But I forget what they are It seems we're either hangin' on a moonbeam's coattails Or wishing on stars Just when you think that you've been gyped The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip And you run off and join the circus Yeah you just let that pony ride Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home Lookin' for his buffalo river home |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
Baby when I put my mind to it
I slip into another gear And I travel in another syncopation When all I wanna be is here with you And I'll be true to you cross my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers I'll be true to you cross my fingers Sure as a snake along the river Sure as a ghost is in the trees There is a promise love delivers Even though you never promised me I'll be true to you cross my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers I'll be true to you cross my fingers I wanna stay, 'til my thoughts are okay 'Til my motive is clear, 'cause im driftin away From the weight of your arms, from your soft feather bed To a cold white line down the highway in my head All our little tears are icicles Hangin' on the telephone lines And I call you up through all the cracklin' static I swear I only hear you half the time No matter how I try to hold you baby You only seem to slip away from me And then we're walkin out along the ocean Or swimmin like the dolphins out to sea I'll be true to you cross my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers I'll be true to you cross my fingers I'll be good to you cross my fingers Cross my fingers |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
I would have thought time would erase
I'll never get over you The feeling's lost in your embrace I'll never get over you But still I try And still I cry Still I'm wondering why I'll never get over you I'll never get over you I'll never get over you I tell myself my heart will find A way to get over you When I've already lost my mind Tryin' to get over you The voice goes on The feeling's long But still sweet sleep never comes I'll never get over you I'll never get over you I'll never get over you So now I've met the enemy Trying to get over you A shroud of rain, a memory Trying to get over you I recognize Those crazy eyes And still they're tellin' me lies I'll never get over you I'll never get over you I'll never get over you |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
You answer questions like a natural disaster
Voices in the wind- you let em call her out The whole foundation just went flying past her She puts her heart into it - and you just yank it out You pulled her love out through the window pane Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane She could have rode off with some Texas tornado Some mister twister she could kick up her boot heels with Could have rode him on down to Laredo But you flew in from the gulf like a hot wet kiss You blew her mind fast as a bullet train Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane She might have known youd get her sooner or later Living in that railer park down by the sandy beach Where tides roll in like the big dream generators Forces of nature, blow everything out of reach Water in her living room, fire up in her brain Thats what she gets for loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- wind and rain- waah waah- its a shame Waah waah- loving a hurricane Waah waah- waah waah Waah waah- loving a hurricane |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
When the snake of love
Starts pulling you under And it wont let go 'Til it starts to thunder And there's not a cloud in the sky Gonna make him shake I guess old habits are hard to break Cause even the good ones Just seem to go bad Might be the sweetest love That you ever had You just cant let em go For goodness sake I guess old habits are hard to break The trouble with sainthood, darlin' You know its tough comin down But you've been doin it, doin it, doin it, doin it, doin it Since you left your hometown A regular Joan of Arc Burnin at the stake I guess old habits are hard to break Maybe the first time he kissed you The fireworks flew in the back of your mind And you been lookin just to Feel this good ever since But now every time he makes love to ya Hes just a little bit more unkind Until it feels like every move you make is in self defense That aint the facts of life Its just bad fiction Honey that sure aint love You know its just an addiction Now how much more abuse are you gonna take I guess old habits are hard to break Could be your father Could be your mother Might be your sister Or maybe even your brother Or is it your own self baby Youve been tryin to shake Well I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break I guess old habits are hard to break |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
He threw one down from the top of the stairs
Beautiful women were standing everywhere They all got wet when he smashed that thing But off in the dark you could hear somebody sing It breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar It started back in 1963 His mama wouldnt buy him that new red harmony He settled for a sunburst with a crack But hes still trying to break his mamas back Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar How he loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good thing comes to an end Now he just sits in his room all day Whistling every note he ever played Well there outta be a law with no bail Smash a guitar and you go to jail With no chance for early parole You dont get out until you get some soul Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar Late at night the end of the road He wishes he still had that old guitar to hold He'd rock it like a baby in his arms Never let it come to any harm Oh it breaks my heart to see those stars Smashing a perfectly good guitar I dont know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
Sometimes I don't even move a muscle
Baby when you lie awake all night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I don't think right I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all A hungry wolf, or an agry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is It's not as if we could think that things were one way And they would all just be that way right now When I was a kid I thought that someday I could tame this lion heart, some way, somehow Now I'm hungry for the love That doesn't know what it's dreamin' of Raging for the meek and mild Like something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is There's a hole where the wind blows through And some curtains hung But I can't hide a thing from you You know where I come from Well I tried getting there under my own steam 'Til my very last chance was shot Now you're under my skin like a submarine I can feel you in my veins running hot Now if it's more than a new pair of jeans, a new car, some pocket money And a place to go Then we better get up and scream at the top of our lungs like it Was gonna die if we didn't make it so I hear voices in the hall I wake up and it's nothing at all An angry wolf, or a hungry child Or something wild Something wild Something wild - tell me love is Something wild - tell me love is Something wild Something wild Something wild |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
Hot summer night, I was counting all the starlight on your skin
Airtight, as I watched you breathing out, I'm breathing in By the lake, so humid that the moon was getting wet For our sake the crickets started playing their castonets Like a gypsy, you stole me from a child into a man It never hit me: I've been running ever since I took a stand And this love like Spanish moss hangin from the trees Just swaying in the breeze like a sweet memory Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Since you were mine That autumn chill sent a shiver, girl, it shook us to the bone And we still had February frozen on the phone Spring thaw, would it find us with our lips frozen blue? Love calls, but do we really live the time we're running through? Or like a dream, do we let it die and drift away to sleep Until it screams like an echo in the history books you keep 'Cause that stream running from the corners of my mind Looking back I find like a river it unwinds Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time, straight outta time Running straight outta time just like an old man's fiddle Looking for the dance; gonna meet me in the middle I'm never gonna figure out the way that I feel - Running straight outta time, but my love's still real Now I see you- you're looking pretty in your summer dress I can almost feel you as you clutch your little locket to your breast Looking down at the picture, girl, you know you're looking fine Is it me? Was I ever in your heart or on your mind? Cause I'm running outta time I'm running straight outta time Were you ever mine? |
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from John Hiatt - Perfectly Good Guitar (2005)
(let me hear ya get funky now)
When your heart touches mine And my thoughts explode When our wires get crossed And the fire burns my soul Then I know you're home When you shine your light And i dont have to use the phone To call you Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say, please When im down to my last Cigarette in your bed And the smoke rings blow THrough the dreams in your head And we burn through the dark With a light so bright And the hardes part is leavin' Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Good god it hurt me so Baby please dont let go Please dont ever let go Please dont ever let go Baby cause it hurt me so Hey baby When the morning comes And you're still here with me And you give me some Of your sweet mystery And it feels so real And it feels so right And I want your love Forever Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please Baby when you hold me tight We can count heartbeats and squeeze Baby when you hold me tight You can really make a man say please |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
After all this time
I'm glad your loving me 'Cause after all this time So many disagree To turn off the lights Or pull down the shade Don't be afraid After all this time And after all this time I'm glad that you can see After all this time And I'm the man I want to be Strong as your love Free as the wind Each day we begin After all this time After all this time You love someone And love's becoming you After all this time Face the sun Everyday is new After all this time I'm glad I'm loving you After all this time We are the only two Here in this world A love that time forgot But darlin' we will not After all this time (repeat) |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
Broken love out on the highway
I thought I knew you like the back of my hand Pick him up, he's just a ghost from the old days That's just about as far as we go from here That's just about as far as we go He wants a ride out of Montana Back to the girl with the West in her eyes Before the wagons rolled out of Indiana That's just about as far as we go from here That's just about as far as we go That's just about as far as we go from here That's just about as far as we go And you and I know That this road don't go back there anymore Just let him rest He's the best of you and me Just let him be I never knew so much time was passing And who'd have thought we'd be haunted by dreams Dreams of love so true and everlasting That's just about as far as we go from here That's just about as far as we go That's just about as far as we go from here That's just about as far as we go |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
I thought I had to cut off from my head down to my toes
But heaven knows that I was wrong, I'm feeling again Holding my breath and holed up in this cheap motel, I feel like hell I'm holding my own heart, I'm feeling again When I get that feeling like a bass drum Pounding til my head is numb Electric onion peeling within I got that feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again And all those nights just kill a billion brain cells Now I'm swelling up inside with teeth and nails, I'm feeling again From the bottoms up I put the top down on this town And drove it around till I passed out, I'm feeling again When I get that feeling like a bass drum Pounding til my head is numb Electric onion peeling within I got that feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again Morning comes like Catholic guilt, wilted lettuce bar The family farm on false alarms, I'm feeling again Holding on to fear and lust and hate, now it's too late To spin the wheel, it's drink or feel, I'm feeling again When I get that feeling like a bass drum Pounding til my head is numb Electric onion peeling within I got that feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again (I got that) Feeling again |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
I used to stumble up to your door
Three thousand kisses on the living room floor But we don't do that kind of thing anymore Cause we both graduated We used to talk until the morning light Bout everything we did and did not like Now it's all double blinds and downsized appetites Cause we both graduated Yeah we both graduated And we learned, we learned, we learned to be strong Now the power's gone And we turned, we turned, turned out to be wrong Now we both graduated Now we both graduated Now we both graduated I liked feeling in the dark for you We watched Apocalypse Now and The Heart of Darkness, too Melted down barriers and cleaned up the goo Now we both graduated No amount of college is gonna give you that jolt The top of the pyramid is holding all our volts It's not high technology, it's just nuts and bolts And we both graduated Yeah we both graduated And we learned, we learned, we learned to be strong Now the power's gone And we turned, we turned, turned out to be wrong And we both graduated Yeah we both graduated Na na, na nanana, nana nanana na Na na, na nanana, nana nanana na Na na, na nanana, nana nanana na Now as we step out in this frozen world The amazing Mr Snowjob and his Cryogenic Girl Living out history but dead to the world Cause we both graduated Yeah we both graduated Na na, na nanana, nana nanana na... |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
I'm dirty as a man hole cover
I'm lookin for my long lost lover She turned me out and now I'm sinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' I'm talking with a tight red sweater I'm feelin' like Eddie Vedder Only twice as cool when she starts winkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' I'm loyal as a dog but I'm a hog for that sexual attraction It starts up in my mind and makes a bee line below the belt No consequences just satisfaction Baby in my heart I'm faithful This two headed monster is so distasteful Forgive me when my instincts start stinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' Think about it... Forgive me if my instincts start stinkin' I'm just so easily led when the little head does the thinkin' |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
My sweet girl with you eyes so bright
Don't leave me in the dark tonight The sun's turned down, the moon is low And I know secrets you don't know Do you hear the wind whispering "You're the one I love" The summer breeze tells the trees I'm the one, because You're my sweet girl Hold me now in this sweet life I will take you for my wife We can walk the aisle in this city park And I will offer you my heart Married by a firefly They're coming back, you know And I'm the man who knows he can Provide an afterglow For you, my sweet girl Cause you're my sweet girl Do, do, do.... My sweet girl, do you know you are My lovely dream, my little star In a blanket made of earth and sky Curled up with my sweetie pie The love we make, it merely takes Our breath out of the air We kiss and then we breath again The wind blows through your hair It's whispering, "You're my sweet girl" Can you hear it? It's saying, "You're my sweet girl" You're my sweet girl Do, do, do... |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
Well, those electric sheep to the valley they keep walkin
On the radio waves selling tennis shoes and beer It induces sleep when that DJ starts his squawkin' I'm lookin' for one song to save me on this midnight clear So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio? One song that could steal our hearts Before they turn into silver and gold Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio? One star in the sky so I named it Ottis Redding Or maybe Marvin Gaye lookin' for his Tammi Turell There ain't no mountain high enough to stop this wedding Rollin' out of Memphis to Detroit I can hear those bells So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio? One song that could steal our hearts Before they turn into silver and gold Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio? Well, we've been drivin' all night, ever since we were teenagers, Up to that border town where the outlaw station air waves Where the DJ's outta sight and his heart is so courageous And he loves every song that he's puttin' on for the free and brave So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio? One song that could steal our hearts Before they turn into silver and gold Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio? |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
On the outside, a beautiful thing
On the inside, a bird with a broken wing Chances taken, now the dark angels circle in the wind You're mistaken, but still you'll do it all again As he shakes his fist, somethin' dribbles down his chin Can you live like this Just crawlin' underneath their skin Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say Run...runaway From the ashes you will rise Distant crashes in your eyes Though he's made you into an image of his pain Cut and shaved you Like a prisoner on a train There are broken limbs And tangled power lines No songs like hymns No flowers in the springtime Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say Run...runaway Better run...runaway, there is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway, fast as these words that I say Run...runaway I found your heart on Valentine's Day I tore it apart, with all I do, with all I say Just run.... Better run....runaway There is no reason to stay Run...runaway You just run...runaway Fast as these words that I say Run...runaway Better run....runaway There is no reason to stay Run...runaway Better run...runaway Fast as these words that I say Run...runaway |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
You told me you'd hold me
Now I know better All you did fold me honey Like a dear John letter You put me in a box With God and his uncle Like a pair of gym socks Lookin' like Artie Garfunkle You took my heart The check's in the mail We'll do lunch when you get out of jail Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio Have it your own way You took me for a ride Well, I'm crawling out of this gutter You hurt me down inside What was that you muttered Somethin' bout wishing on a star for a fish out of water Well, I know who you are Your Gepetto's wicked daughter This hurts you more that it hurts me You never inhale, yeah, and cops eat free Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio Have it your own way Sure Pinocchio What hurts me makes you stronger Sure Pinocchio That nose keeps gettin' longer and longer You took my heart The check's in the mail We'll do lunch when you get out of jail Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio Have it your own way Sure Pinocchio Anything you say Sure Pinocchio That nose keeps gettin' longer and longer |
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from John Hiatt - Little Head (2003)
She was a woman sawed in half
It was done by a bad magician There was a point at which she just had to laugh You could appreciate her position Her legs in one way, and her head another She just kept thinking about walking away They tried to put her back together underneath the cover But her heart kept getting in, getting in the way She was a woman sawed in half Lets cut to the chase, love, this was showtime And he was sweating bullets, and walking on glass Somewhere between the evening news and tomorrow's headline (Buzz awhile..) She was a woman sawed in half It was done by a bad magician Yeah, it was a clear cut thing, no, you didn't have to ask She was gonna have to make her own decisions Her legs got up and walked away, and her head came rolling Oh, the room was painted black night, and turning dayglow She wound up in two places at once, her heart was swollen He played his musical saw in the streets of San Diego Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya She was a woman sawed in half, her legs in Tijuana She was a bodyless head and trapeze artist in a circus in Bombay Now a woman's gonna do exactly what a woman's gonna Yeah, some bad magicians wouldn't have it any other way She holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth, or so they say REPEAT VERSE |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
Well my daddy he stood at the foot of the stairs
He was calling to me at the time And I knew even then, I could die for the thoughts That I kept in the back of my mind But I dared not to speak How I felt for my dad Cause there were no words to define The ball of confusion, of feelings and junk That I kept in the back of my mind So I took to the highway And I kept to myself Just a lookin' and hopin' to find Some solutions, some answers, someway to exist With this stuff in the back of my mind So I took me a job And I took me a wife And I took me a bottle of wine And it did not take long, 'til all I had left Was this stuff in the back of my mind Well the end of the tunnel Just never came up 'til I came to the end of the line And I saw that the light I'd been hoping to see Was just a spark in the back of my mind And the cold wind that blew Through the hole in my heart Made a fire for the very first time From some branches of trust And a kindling of faith And that spark in the back of my mind Drivin' like rain, or a runaway train Flyin' blind, shot from the dark in the back of my mind |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
I'm gonna lower my standards and raise my price
I'm gonna take your lunch and your bad advice Until my worse idea gets the big reward Until I get out of this raggedy Ford And into a shiny new two seater Dress my girlfriend up like a cheetah I'm gonna sign my checks: Yours sincerely For all the money that you hold dearly When my ego swells and my output dwindles You can tell the world that youve been swindled By the man who would have been so bitter Had he never reconsidered Falling up To the top of the junk pile wearing a big smile Falling up To the top of the heap with my tongue in cheek I cant sit down cause I'm falling up Well I used to think that I had some duty Now I only want the booty And unless youve recently been anointed Then dont tell me youre disappointed In the man who would have been so bitter Had he never reconsidered Now I pay no mind to innovation Just over and over with the same sensation Till I'm a short short subject on a long tape loop That comes and goes like the hula hoop In one ear and out the other Nothing there to stop it, brother Falling up |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
Down here the river, meets the sea
And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane And it feels like rain And it feels like rain Lying here, underneath the stars right next to you And I'm wondering who you are and How do you do? How do you do, baby? The clouds roll in across the moon And the wind howls out your name And it feels like rain And it feels like rain We never going to make that bridge tonight baby Across Lake Ponchartrain And it feels like rain And it feels like rain So batten down the hatch baby And leave your heart up your sleeve It looks like we're in for stormy weather, That ain't no cause for us to leave Just lay here, in my arms Let it wash away the pain And it feels like rain And it feels like rain |
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from John Hiatt - Rollin Into Memphis (2002)
When the road gets dark
And you can no longer see Just let my love throw a spark And have a little faith in me And when the tears you cry Are all you can believe Just give these loving arms a try baby And have a little faith in me And have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me When your secret heart Cannot speak so easily Come here darlin' From a whisper start To have a little faith in me And when your back's against the wall Just turn around and you, you will see I will catch you, I will catch your fall baby Just have a little faith in me And have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Well I've been loving you for such a long time girl Expecting nothing in return just for for you to have a little faith in me 'Cause see time, time is our friend 'Cause for us there is no end And all you gotta do is a have a little faith in me I said I will hold you up I will hold you up And your love gives me strength in love So have a little faith in love I said a hey hey all you gotta do for me girl is have a little bit of faith in me I said a I said a hey... |