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Radio Stations
02:39
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Flew back into town
On the red-eye last night
Not a dollar in my pocket
But I'm feelin' alright
Got to see my daughter
She means the world to me
Enough for me to pack my stuff
And head back to Tennessee
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs
It only took 40 writers
To pen your masterpiece
I saw you takin' credit
Sittin' pretty on TV
This outlaw act
If you can call it that
May help to draw a crowd
Yet you're in debt up to your neck
I'll bet your label's proud
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs
This city is an empty husk
Of what it used to be
What happens when money lust
Trumps real artistry
To the West
A country graveyard
With neon tombstones
In the East
Artists are leavin'
As they're priced out
Of their homes
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs
See I don't have the money
To hire a publicist
To grease the palms of DJs
Bloggers, and critics
If you give a damn about music
And you like what you hear
Then play this loud
Share it around
Lend me your ear
All these Radio Stations
They won't play my songs
They'll be back one day
When I'm old and gray
To try and right their wrongs
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2. |
Walk Alone
03:19
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I was warned
Never to dream
Dreamin' is a dyin' art
It's the only art worth doin'
But it ain't
For the faint of heart
I've been told
Countless times
Don't you know
You'll never be known
But I know myself just fine
Sometime you gotta
Walk Alone
Ohhhh
Walk Alone
You gotta fight in this life
For everything you want
What you let pass you by
Tomorrow returns to haunt
There are a million sob stories
Waitin' to be told
The universe don't give a damn
What you think you're owed
Ohhhh
Walk Alone
Don't let the cards you're dealt
Be the only hand you play
Bitter people just project
The sorry things they say
I know who the hell I am
And where I'm bound to be
Gonna lose all your money
If you're bettin' against me
Ohhhh
Walk Alone
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Tiny Wooden Crosses
05:04
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Hang my head
Off the edge of the bed
Tryin' to find the nerve
Sometimes it's best not to speak
'Cause it only makes things worse
The words don't exist
To cut the abyss
I sink slowly into
When the sun's early rays
Slip from my gaze
And the darkness
Comes into view
These nights I wake up reachin'
Trying to pull you close
There ain't a class for teachin'
How to let go of a ghost
I see you in my wins
And I see you in my losses
I see you on each highway
In Tiny Wooden Crosses
I remember when we were seven
Playin' on the swings
I hope I's wrong about heaven
And you somehow found your wings
I find myself just coastin'
Down these old lamplit streets
Unable to talk
Still in shock
Just shufflin' my feet
These nights I wake up reachin'
Trying to pull you close
There ain't a class for teachin'
How to let go of a ghost
I see you in my wins
And I see you in my losses
I see you on each highway
In Tiny Wooden Crosses
So many things I wish I'd said
But never found the time
If you could see inside my head
You're always on my mind
I'm gettin' it together
I know you'd want me to
Even in this stormy weather
There's livin' left to do
These nights I wake up reachin'
Trying to pull you close
There ain't a class for teachin'
How to let go of a ghost
I see you in my wins
And I see you in my losses
I see you on each highway
In Tiny Wooden Crosses
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Travelin' in My Mind
03:41
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My mind drifts and strays
Through the old alleyways
Of my life
I recount the days
And the friends
Who stood by my side
I cannot travel now
Though I haven't lost the spark
The dusty boots of old pursuits
Lay retired in the dark
Found a new way
Though I've received no sign
Haven't lost it
I'm feelin' fine
I'm Travelin'
in My Mind
Seen much of this country
Through a weathered
Pane of glass
Now I travel light, late at night
Into these old photographs
Mountains rise on either side
Like waves in mid crest
The highway winds serpentine
Like braids upon her breast
Found a new way
Though I've received no sign
Haven't lost it
I'm feelin' fine
I'm Travelin'
In My Mind
I wrote you this letter
I hope it finds you well
Someday my old friend
We'll meet again
With countless tales left to tell
We'll make it through somehow
We always do
When the chips are down
I'll buy you the next round
On the other side
Found a new way
Though I've received no sign
Haven't lost it
I'm feelin' fine
I'm Travelin'
In My Mind
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Cheyenne
05:57
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Let the moonlight carry me
O'er the rivers through the trees
Into my lover's waitin' arms
Curse my ramblin' heart
For keepin' us apart
I've only memories
To keep me warm
Beatin' on these jailhouse bars
Starin' at the midnight stars
Slowly wearin' 'way at the seams
If this is the price I pay
I'll sleep in this bed I've made
And live what could have been
In my dreams
On a killin' floor in Omaha
Got word of a job out West
They picked me up
Three weeks ago
I guess you know the rest
Never meant it to go that far
You know I'm a peaceful man
Everyone has a breakin' point
I found mine in Cheyenne
Beatin' on these jailhouse bars
Starin' at the midnight stars
Slowly wearin' 'way at the seams
If this is the price I pay
I'll sleep in this bed I've made
And live what could have been
In my dreams
Never been good at goodbyes
So I'll just tell it to ya quick
Don't wait for me honey
I ain't gettin' out of this fix
It brings me a smile
That for a short while
I was able to walk the line
May each vision you see
When you look back at me
Slip free from
The cruel hands of time
Each night I am graced
With maidens of lace
And feasts that are fit
For a king
Then I open my eyes
As the sun starts to rise
And the dove on my sill
Warms its wings
Beatin' on these jailhouse bars
Starin' at the midnight stars
Slowly wearin' 'way at the seams
If this is the price I pay
I'll sleep in this bed I've made
And live what could have been
In my dreams
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Money or Blood
03:43
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There's a sad wind been blowin'
And It's blowin' here still
They all want your allegiance
When it's time to go and kill
To my boss I am a number
To my country I'm one too
You might be their favorite pen
Until the ink is through
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
They teach their version of history
And indoctrinate with hate
Then they point their crooked fingers
While they're swiping from your plate
But every immigrant
That you blame for your place
Stares into your eyes
With your grandfather's face
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
You may claim it's your right
To stockpile ammo
And enough weapons
To destroy a small town
Well I say it's my right
To raise my daughter
In a country
Where classrooms
Are not gunned down
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
There are billions in the treatment
There's no mansion in the cure
It's the crowning achievement
Of some CEO I'm sure
When the preacher's passin' 'round
That ol' collection plate
Do you reach into your pocket
And pay the subscription for your fate
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
Money or Blood
They all want Money or Blood
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Got a dirty-blond child
With a blackberry smile
Back home in Tennessee
And I miss her like hell
When I'm gone for a while
Out pursuing my dreams
This winding road
Of life I'm told
Never ends
Just where it seems
When I arrive
There are tears in her eyes
She thinks the world of me
Thinks the world of me
Thinks the world of me
How am I gonna live up to that
She Thinks The World of Me
Now I think it's true
The things you do
When you're young
Come back again
What your parents dealt with
Manifest in your kid
And the tables start to spin
It's only right I apologize
To mom and dad
For back then
It might seem in the end
You got your revenge
But I feel like I still win
Thinks the world of me
Thinks the world of me
How am I gonna live up to that
She Thinks The World of Me
Half my life
I sold away
So some rich man
Could buy a plane
Or whatever they do, anyway
Can't take it with you
When you leave this place
Well that's alright
You live and learn
Ain't got money
But love to burn
And It's all hers
There's nothin' to earn
Just a big ol' hug when I return
Thinks the world of me
Thinks the world of me
How am I gonna live up to that
She Thinks The World of Me
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Back East
04:16
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Headin' down the coast
With Kerouac's ghost
To the land of
The redwood tree
Just tryin' to outrun
The settin' of the sun
I got a dark cloud
Followin' me
Give me coffee in the morning
And sleeping pills at night
I'll be on the road
Before the cold
Is thawed by mornin' light
Seen the sun go down
In so many different places
Study lines like roadmaps
On all these stranger's faces
My heart breaks leavin'
So I'll give you a piece
Hold on to it honey
When I head Back East
The lights of long-haul truckers
Passin' by on the lost highway
Like fireflies, synchronized
Just lookin' for a mate
Fogged up cars
'Neath the stars
And the smile
Of an endless summer
I'd like to dedicate this one
To all you late-night lovers
Seen the sun go down
In so many different places
Study lines like roadmaps
On all these stranger's faces
My heart breaks leavin'
So I'll give you a piece
Hold on to it honey
When I head Back East
It's a hard pill to swallow
It's one we all learn
When you're lookin'
In the rearview
At the bridges
You've burned
You can stand
In a crowd of people
And never feel more alone
You can sleep
Where you're expected
But it may never be your home
Seen the sun go down
In so many different places
Study lines like roadmaps
On all these stranger's faces
My heart breaks leavin'
So I'll give you a piece
Hold on to it honey
When I head Back East
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9. |
Mystic Queen
03:47
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Down in New Orleans
They got a place I like
It's called the Mystic Queen
And they'll treat you right
Got a gold-toothed woman
Takin' money by the door
Got a sign at the bar
Says "Thirst No More!"
Gotta get back to my
Mystic Queen
You know that girl
Put a spell on me
When the joint gets jumpin'
She sways from side to side
You can feel her rockin'
To the rhythm of the tide
Some say she used to be a boat
On the Mississippi shore
'Til she was carried by a storm
Over to the Seventh Ward
Gotta get back to my
Mystic Queen
You know that girl
put a spell on me
You know they got that Jambalaya
And that Crawfish Etouffee
And don't you dare forget
The catch of the day
There's a party going down
Up on Frenchman street
Have you doin' the soft shoe
Jumpin' out of your seat
Gotta get back to my
Mystic Queen
You know that girl
Put a spell on me
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Thought it might be nice to settle down
Somewhere with stars in the sky
Far from the neon lights uptown
With a well to draw from when I get dry
The water-heater broke
And it smells like smoke
Whenever the AC turns on
This week I replaced it
Now there's a leak in the basement
Who the hell did I do wrong?
Being rich might be nice
But for me it ain't the dream
Spare me all the financial advice
I'm Building Paradise
Piece by piece
For some it may be hard to see
The statue that lies 'neath the stone
It's the promise I see in you
That will make this house a home
The pantry door
Couldn't take it anymore
And he jumped right off the track
I won't lie, it gets tough sometimes
But I'll tell ya, I ain't lookin' back
Being rich might be nice
But for me it ain't the dream
Spare me all the financial advice
I'm Building Paradise
Piece by piece
Push my desk against the window
So I may gaze across the plain
Take a walk through the woodland
Greet each plant by its name
Finally found
The solid ground
My feet were missing all along
The perfect site
On a moonlit night
To sit and write these silly songs
Being rich might be nice
But for me it ain't the dream
Spare me all the financial advice
I'm Building Paradise
Piece by piece
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Josh Gray Nashville, Tennessee
Josh Gray’s sound is a mixture of the folk, blues, country, and rock that first inspired him to pick up a guitar. He’s a storyteller at heart, bridging both generations and genres to form his signature style of Americana.
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