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The cure for sober is drinkin’,
I’m sure that it was you who said.
I was laid out on the bar floor thinkin’,
I’d look better tonight if I was dead.
But you don’t know much when you’re sinkin’,
It’s all gone to feelin’ instead.
And both of my ears are still ringin’,
From that ring finger knock on my head.
My ex and your ex,
They’re like two car wrecks.
They teamed on up and they totaled me,
And I was so wasted that I could not see,
What you had in mind when you said, meant to be, it’s meant to be.
(chorus)
But you don’t know you’re a memory, ’til you’re already filed away,
Stored in that drawer called the time before,
And tossed out one of these days.
Yeah, you don’t know you’re a memory, and you sure don’t know what for,
You don’t know you’re a memory, and I won’t remember you no more.
The answer to pain is drinkin’,
It’s all right there in the book.
I was stood up in a line dance blinkin’,
How’d I end up in those pictures you took.
But I don’t know much when I’m sinkin’,
So what I think I’ll do, honey, I’ll keep on drinkin’.
Your ex and my ex,
They’ll stop by and pay their respects.
They come down hard and they give it to me,
And I was so wasted that I could not see,
What you had in mind when you said, meant to be, it’s meant to be.
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Red Chiffon
03:38
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My, she’s turned out, even on this rainy day,
Since the evening of her wedding, it’s always been this way.
But who would’ve guessed,
When they laid her old husband to rest,
She’d dress her best in many years,
Everybody saw her smile through her tears.
And now everybody, everybody’s talking,
Out by the limo, holy water’s falling.
Pass that flask, let me sneak a peek,
It’s tragic, I know, but there’s an image to keep,
While we watch her drive by, in the driver’s seat.
(chorus)
Sometimes red chiffon is just what you want,
Sometimes blue will do.
Unless you wear it well, it’s less than you’ve got,
And that won’t look good on you.
No, it won’t look good on you,
It always looked good on you.
I swear, she sat down in church,
Seemed like she was still on her strut.
And when she stood up to say a few words,
Couldn’t keep the mouths shut,
Couldn’t keep the doors shut,
Say what?
And now everybody, everybody’s talking,
Out by the limo, holy water’s falling,
Pass that flask, help me feed the need,
It’s tragic, I know, but there’s an image to keep,
While we watch her drive by, in the driver’s seat.
(outro)
My, she’s turned out, even on this rainy day,
Since the morning of the funeral, it’s always been this way.
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Betty
02:59
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If you heat up honey,
In a cast-iron skillet,
If you boil some coffee,
Take my old cup and fill it,
What you’ll have, and what you’ll hold,
Is a helping of her and she don’t grow cold.
(chorus)
Betty, keep the burner on,
While I’m gone, while I’m gone.
I’ve been thinking of leaving,
But so far I ain’t leaving,
You got me staying too long.
Betty, keep the fire turned on.
(bridge)
Why’d I get it in my head, this notion,
Now the river’s frozen,
And I can’t get clean across.
Come back around when the raft’s not lost.
If you heat up honey,
In a cast-iron skillet,
If you boil some coffee,
Stir it up but don’t spill it,
What you’ll have, and what you’ll hold,
Is a helping of her and she don’t grow cold.
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I try to keep you warm,
Through the coldest nights.
But come the next day’s dawn,
You turn your back in spite.
It’s all right for you to feel the way you do,
But I just can’t keep reaching out for you.
I want to talk it out,
Let the hours go by.
And if our friends get loud,
They can laugh ’til they cry.
It’s all right for them to tell me to stay true,
But I just can’t keep reaching out for you.
(refrain)
’Cause if I’m reaching out but I find nobody there,
Then where’s the good in showing you why you should really care.
Where’s it end, where’s it end,
Where’s it end, it’s the end, but then.
It’s all right for me to be lonely and blue,
But I just can’t keep reaching out for you.
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Well, look who’s up on the witness stand,
Swears to spill it all about her old man.
I’m that guy and she’s got that right,
Wants me sentenced for the rest of my life.
But I’m not trying to bust down your doors,
To get back with you again.
When it comes to settling old scores,
I’m telling you, Helen, you run the game,
You run the game.
(chorus)
Telling your truth now,
Are we, Helen?
Spelling out how,
I’m the unindicted felon,
In the breaking of your heart.
Well, the truth is hard, Helen, but you go on and start.
Helen, you go on and start.
(bridge)
Go on and call your lawyer,
He wrote his number in your notes.
Soon find out what this place is for,
The bars, chairs and the robes.
Yeah, they will escort you in,
And they will not escort you out again.
Well, look who’s asked for a brief recess,
Says it’s plain he’s guilty and he should confess.
I’m not on trial and I never was,
Got me condemned and where’s the justice.
But I’m not trying to bust down your doors,
To get back with you again.
When it comes to settling old scores,
I’m telling you, Helen, you live a lie,
You live a lie.
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House Payment
03:30
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Hey, I’m just making me some dinner,
Checking out the winners from the lottery.
Daylight’s getting dimmer,
But I see a glimmer from your balcony.
So I wonder, are you making it over there,
Are you swearing off another man?
Is it a part-time job for your full-time cares?
Well, me too, like that was the plan.
(chorus)
Like that was the arrangement,
We’d get together, then we’d break up.
Now ain’t neither one of us made a house payment,
I guess we’re just not good enough.
Good enough, smart enough, never gave my heart enough,
The same goes for you, too.
And I don’t know what I want to do, but I know what I gotta do.
Yeah, I’m just looking through some photos,
Thinking about what those people had to say.
Tonight’s nothing but old shows,
And I know their shadows from far away.
So I wonder, are you watching TV over there,
Are you preparing to settle for less?
Is it a part-time job for your full-time cares?
Well, me too, like that was the rest.
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It Can't Hurt
03:38
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Does it sound like I’m making excuses?
Well, I might be and so what?
If you were me and I were you, ah, that’s useless,
Let me leave you with this thought.
A light on the ceiling,
Turn it on, keep it on.
What goes on there but the feeling?
If you wonder, is it wrong?
Is it wrong?
(chorus)
It can’t hurt to talk to me,
It won’t hurt, try and see.
You’re more than the one who caught my eye,
More than a witness, a passerby.
So knock on my door, that’s where I’ll be,
It can’t hurt to talk to me.
Does it sound like I’m taking my shot?
Well, I might be, so what?
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Living in the Lea
03:45
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Suspicious woman, it’s just a light in the sky,
Suspicious woman, it’s just a light, just a light in the sky.
Those are stars like harp strings, they play until the sun comes up,
When I bring you a bunch of bright kingcups.
But you’re still suspicious of me,
You’re living in the lea.
Ungrateful lover, you won’t do right when you could,
Ungrateful lover, you won’t do right, won’t do right when you could.
You are fireworks in reverse, they burn and hide and no one cares,
While I walk you home from the county fair.
And you’re still ungrateful to me,
You’re living in the lea.
(bridge)
I have my own way of letting you know,
When there’s no more I can take.
I have my own way of going when I have to go,
Watch those branches break, those leaves shake.
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The Leaver
03:10
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When I was a young man,
I had one thing on my mind.
Take what you can from love, that’s the plan,
Try not to get hurt every time.
Always be the leaver, not the left behind.
Not the left behind.
(chorus)
Always the leaver, not the one who’s left this time,
I see some teardrops on the pillow, I know that they ain’t mine.
(bridge)
There she stands in front of me,
Scandalized by what she sees,
My old suitcase and a new plane ticket,
Brother, she won’t let it be.
Yeah, my dark sunglasses and a one-way ticket,
And a taxi to meet me at three.
When I was a young man,
I wasn’t treated too kind.
Learn to run from love, understand,
Try not to get hurt every time.
Always be the leaver, not the left behind.
Not the left behind.
There she stands, and there I go,
Can’t be bothered to explain myself, I leave it you to know.
There she stands and there I go,
I leave it to you to know, I leave it to you to know,
I leave it to you to know.
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10. |
Wild for Love
03:13
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When the rains come a-calling, deep in the night,
And the wind, it howls down my lonely lane,
Reminds me of those good times when we would fuss and fight,
How I wish we were raising hell again.
(chorus)
Wild for love, even though it does no good,
The way I want you back, it troubles me.
I’m wild about you, sweetheart, but no one understood,
The one thing that we wanted was to be free.
Free of the madness that would not let us go,
Free of the chains that finally laid us low.
Since the rains keep a-falling, there in my heart,
And the flood, it knocks on my window pane,
Convinces me there’s nothing because we’ve been apart,
Now I hope we’ll be raising hell again.
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The Suitable Heirs Baltimore, Maryland
The Suitable Heirs is a duo from Baltimore, Md. Mark Winemiller and Chris Hart are longtime musical partners, writing and recording for various bands and projects including Painted Chain and Brother Ender.
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