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Look down in the room,
He’s dreaming, but it’s real.
It gets in through the screen, so you bring me a broom.
It’s dust off their heels,
it’s like the way it feels,
It’s swept and gone soon.
And they talk about that man,
Like they talk about an FM road.
If that boy’s sleeping, it’s good that he can,
You hold his hand when he’s told.
When I was a good kid,
When I want to be a happy one,
I walk right in, same way he did.
And I won’t run,
I won’t run,
I won’t run.
But I might run.
Look down at your shoes,
He’s swearing, and it’s rain.
It comes in by the door, so we walk on the news.
It’s there with his name, it’s covered up in shame,
It’s theirs to refuse.
Through the high verbena,
Through the high verbena,
Through the high,
You hold my,
Hand.
And if you see him sleeping, it’s good that he can.
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2. |
Leave It on the Field
04:51
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I walk around quiet at night,
And I do some thinking as I go around.
Some girl in some town somewhere, she’s putting on her light,
But out here there ain’t no town.
It got so dark, we couldn’t play ball,
So I went to play under illumination.
Well, I missed the call, got hurt and that’s all,
They said, well, you still got your education.
But what did I learn early,
When I was 24 or 25,
As I got down on my last good knee,
And I begged to stay alive?
Always leave it on the field,
Leave everything behind.
Carry with you what you have revealed,
When you were crying, half out of your mind.
Leave it on the field,
Son, leave it, leave it on the field.
It got so dark, we couldn’t play ball,
So I went to play under illumination.
Well, I took a fall, got hurt and that’s all,
They said, well, you qualify for salvation.
But I leave it on the field,
The cornfields, oil fields, the fields of hard stone, and if I leave it, when will I be healed?
Always leave it on the field,
Leave everything behind.
Carry with you what you have concealed,
When you were running, half gone down the line.
Leave it on the field,
Son, leave it, leave it on the field.
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3. |
Asking Me Back
04:25
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I took my boots off, the way she told me to.
I talked to people, I said I’ll be home late.
She said, who’s your boss, is it them or is it you?
Come rest yourself, and let the rest of it wait.
I had a drink, maybe two more than I should.
She set the table, I just pulled on up.
I said, I can’t think, but then I never could,
I’m by myself, and by the way that’s enough.
By the flood from the rain and the fire through the timbers,
She’s asking me back.
She knew my name ’cause she said she remembers,
And she’s asking me back,
She’s asking me back.
So I’m going,
And if it’s nothing, it’s been good knowing,
You all,
In this hole in the hole in the wall.
I swept the steps down, the dust and dirt roll in.
I made it legal, I said I’ll wash my plate.
She said, what’s the point, when it just gets used again?
Come rest yourself, and let the rest of it wait.
So I’m staying, and that’s enough,
If it’s nothing, that’s enough
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4. |
Another Daddy
03:51
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You look down on us from the balcony,
But this chapel’s only got one floor.
Yeah, I feel your eyes on the back of me,
And I know your brothers are waiting by the front door.
You can leave her clean out of this,
My girl, your girl, one of us is next of kin.
And there ain’t no saints blowing y’all a kiss,
It’s a sin,
With a great big S.I.N.
And she don’t want another daddy,
Telling her what to do.
She wants a good
man, and that’s me, that’s me.
I’m not her daddy, but what are you?
I’m not getting, daddy, I’m not getting through,
I’m not getting, daddy, I’m not getting through.
And if she’s happy, well, is that not what you people want?
Those ghosts there in the graveyard, yeah, they’ll haunt,
You if you’re mean.
Now give us back the wedding ring.
Then I made my love a promise,
As we got in the car to go,
If you can be dishonest, I can be dishonest,
And your daddy, he don’t gotta know.
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Borrow Back
04:52
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Cornfield, oil field, field of stone,
Where can I go to make that dough?
Battlefield, that black field where the men all die alone,
The women, too, you know.
Sweep us out, we’re the generation,
Worse than the ones who saved the nation,
We suffered complications,
And we passed our troubles down.
Sweep us out, sweep us out,
Get us out.
Whatever they give you,
They come to stiff you.
Borrow back, borrow back.
It’s sad but it’s true,
They only want you if you,
Borrow back, borrow back.
And I won’t play that game,
I got no interest in your loan, today.
Put me down and claim,
I got the brains to own a home, for me and my girl alone, but I won’t pay.
Oil field, cornfield, field of stone,
Where can I go when my tears flow?
Lily field, that bloody field where the men fall unknown,
The women, too, you know.
Sweep us out, we’re the generation,
Worse than the ones who saved the nation.
Sweep us out, sweep us out,
Get us out.
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6. |
Back Shift
04:00
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Most days, I wake up with an ache,
From what I did the night before.
My place is in her arms but it’s too late,
She’s done walked through my dream of the door.
Dream of the pallet,
Spread out on the floor.
Dream of the chalice,
She’s giving me more.
Dream of the steamship,
Come in to the shore.
Dream of the sea cliff,
And I’m waking up sore.
Then I get to where I don’t sleep,
Bedtime stories pile up in a heap,
Under the covers,
There with the others,
And none of them I can keep.
None of them I can keep.
Been on the back shift, since I don’t know when,
Yeah, been on the back shift, I’ll be there again.
Most days, I wake up on a break,
From where I was the night before.
Her face I recall but it’s the wrong shape,
She’s done walked through my dream of the door.
Dream of the mile creek,
Stole off with my oar.
Dream of the high peak,
And I’m waking up sore.
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I come from good stock,
My mom and pop,
They tried like you want to see them try.
I thought she saw that, with her big brown eyes.
Her big brown suitcase, sitting on the step,
Her handwriting on a letter, I ain’t read just yet.
Mister, I been on this ride before,
Not my first time at the rodeo,
Grab that strap and let her go.
But it don’t matter how well you’re set,
There’s gonna be one you won’t forget.
And that pony will throw you off,
By God, she’ll mow you down.
That pony will throw you, and no, you won’t land soft,
But lucky you found the ground,
Lucky enough you found the ground.
And when you regain your composure,
And they haul you away,
Some other girl might wander over,
Treat you like you’re worth the hay.
Your big brown saddle, waiting in the shed,
Your handstitching on the leather, she ain’t seen you win just yet.
Mister, I been on this ride before,
Not my first time at the rodeo,
Grab that strap and let her go.
But it don’t matter how well you’re set,
There’s gonna be one you won’t forget.
I come from good stock,
My mom and pop.
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8. |
Nobody's Asking
03:31
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From my window, the outfield shines,
Like the brightest diamond sometimes,
And when it does, I’m standing there,
The grass is wet, see me see it while it’s still in the air,
I’ll throw it in,
We’ll get that win.
Maybe I hold the record,
Maybe I wipe it down.
Got my varsity letter,
Maybe the homecoming crown.
But when it,
Comes down to them asking, what happened to that kid?
I had a hand in it,
I did.
But nobody’s asking,
I don’t hear it, nobody’s asking.
Maybe I hold the record,
Maybe I wipe it down.
And where I am is better,
The way I am is better, all around.
All around.
He was, maybe, he may still be around.
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9. |
I Don't Know What's Mine
03:54
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Nobody talks about daddy,
He was gone when I came along.
They said he went down to the valley,
Where there’s more things going on.
What I saw, I was wrong.
Was that him stringing the lines,
From pole to pole up there?
He’d wave to me sometimes,
Other times he wasn’t there.
All so I could take her call,
All so she would call.
I’m not here to tell you what’s ours,
Only that it’s your turn to make it right.
You’ve been talking about driving out to find those flowers,
Once more, while it’s light,
Once more, while it’s light.
I don’t know what’s mine,
I don’t know what’s mine.
Is that me stringing up the
lines,
Down by the knocked-down, dead-end, shot-up signs?
I’ll see you sometimes,
Other times, other times, I don’t see you there other times.
All so I would take his call,
All so he could call.
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10. |
Last Town 'til the Moon
05:31
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Tonight I’m going,
Soon as I get out of the ditch,
Soon as I get the blood flowing,
Get myself a stitch,
Or two.
I’m going out to the last town, it’s true.
The last town ’til the moon,
Last town ’til the moon.
Be gone, daddy, be gone, I’m right by your side,
Just as far as this john boat will ride.
Kick up the wheels,
See how it feels,
And let that high gear ease right in.
Can you hear her far behind, come be mine again?
Tonight I’m living,
Once I get a new suit and a shave,
Once I get through digging,
Get myself a grave,
For two.
I’m going out to the last town, it’s true.
The last town ’til the moon,
Last town ’til the moon.
Come out of my room,
Radio’s buzzing a tune,
We’re all leaving here soon,
For the last town ’til the moon,
Last town ’til the moon.
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She left fed up,
She’d had enough to eat.
She rinsed her broken old coffee cup,
And what she said was not so sweet.
You did some stupid, crazy stuff,
Now it’s time for me to unload,
These tires while there’s enough,
Gravel on this gravel road,
Gravel on this goddamn road.
(chorus)
Now why’d you tell me that,
Tell me, why’d you tell me that?
I tried to please you,
But they took the keys to,
My dreams and locked them away.
Now it’s 30 days, 60 days, a lot of days away.
I just got it,
She’s waiting at the gate.
I thought she missed me just a little bit,
But what she said was that she’s late.
(outro)
I did some stupid, crazy stuff,
My dreams, your dreams.
They looked like love, they felt like love,
But they were stupid, crazy dreams.
And they still look like love.
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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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