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Thirstiest Guitar Player
03:12
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The thirstiest guitar player that the world has ever known
Played one night in the pale moonlight for the moon and the moon alone
He played so sweet and lonesome that the moon began to cry
The thirstiest guitar player reached up to dry her eye
And the moon to the guitar player said as I start to sink
We might get close enough and you can have a drink
And the thirstiest guitar player played long and sweet and slow
The moon had known and watched him since he was a small boy
When cool water quenched his thirst and his guitar still a toy
Then life turned mean and stole his dreams and everything went wrong
He began to play his guitar and his thirst just drove him on
And the moon to the guitar player said as I start to sink
We might get close enough and you can have a drink
And the thirstiest guitar player played long and sweet and slow
Til one night the guitar player quenched his thirst like never before
And the tears of the crying moon would come to him no more
Without his thirsting the player was satisfied
The player put down his guitar and the moon she dried her eyes
And the thirstiest guitar player never played again to see
The moon kept all her tears welled up in the Sea of Tranquility
The thirstiest guitar player that the world has ever known
Played one night in the pale moonlight for the moon and the moon alone
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Whispering oceans and flowers in the breeze
Wild bird of paradise are singing in the trees
Two empty glasses and a bottle of wine
Waitin' on my sweet baby mine
I've been searching for my sweet loving girl
I found paradise
If that lonesome dove can find their true love
I'll wait on my sweet babe to find my mine
Sun sinks and falls into the ocean
Palm trees are swaying with that hula girl motion
Night time sky's filled with diamonds so fine
Waitin' on my sweet baby mine
I've been searching for my sweet loving girl
I found paradise
If that lonesome dove can find their true love
I'll wait on my sweet babe to find my mine
There's ships that pass in the night
Down in the harbor they are tied up tight
When you're found at sea they will throw you a line
Waitin' on my sweet baby mine
I've been searching for my sweet loving girl
I found paradise
If that lonesome dove can find their true love
I'll wait on my sweet babe to find my mine
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3. |
Summer of '35
04:21
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It's Gladys Stone's 95th birthday party
She's laughing with tears in her eyes
On a motorcycle trailer in a wheelchair
On the highway doing seventy-five
Gladys hollered at her grand-daughter Katy
In thanks for the motorcycle ride
Only Katy had heard the story
Of Gladys Stone and the Summer of '35
Sometimes old memories they come back to stay
Like the scent of an old five and dime
As vivid as yesterday
Mmmm...the summer of 1935
She met him at the ice cream parlor
She was a teller in the small time bank
Where he'd withdrawn a single dollar
For gasoline in his motorcycle tank
At 17 her mother and father
Forbade a man who could not provide
He'd pick her up from the Savings and Loan
They'd cruise the lanes that summer of '35
Sometimes old memories they come back to stay
Like the scent of an old five and dime
As vivid as yesterday
Mmmm...the summer of 1935
Into the bank he strolled that morning
The August sun shone hot and bright
Her heart leapt when she saw him
But he stared with hollow vacant eyes
As he drew an unloaded pistol
They shot him down beside his motorbike
Betrayed by her summer lover
She cursed his name as she watched him die
Sometimes old memories they come back to stay
Like a stubborn knot that you can't untie
As vivid as yesterday
Mmmm...the summer of 1935
She can feel the wind in her hair
Fanning the flames of the firelight in her eyes
Her heart beats like the pounding of a piston
Of a motorbike from 1935
Mmmm...the summer of 1935.
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Gurgling creeks, the first spring gnat
Woods smell like grandpa's hat
Pick us up some bar-b-que
Bottle of beer and enjoy the view
Walk with me to the mountain's edge
We'll hang our feet right off the ledge
Ain't a thing can bring me down
When it's Springtime in Chattanoogatown
Walk across the Walnut Street
Tennessee river underneath
The river flows and the river goes
Where it ends only Huck Finn knows
Walk with me to the mountain's edge
We'll hang our feet right off the ledge
Ain't a thing can bring me down
When it's Springtime in Chattanoogatown
Hey Freightliner, are you headed toward Carolina
Drop me off in Tennessee
Been stranded on this desert mound
There ain't a bloomin' thing around
I'm going home, I'm Chattanooga bound
In the front row of my memory
Sits the curling river, the Tennessee
Holding that Scenic City
Like a mama holds a baby.
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5. |
Damn Old Heart
03:08
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She don't matter no more
Now my quarrel's with you
She's gone like the snow from a winter ago
I wish you'd go too
Wish I didn't need you
Can't you just let me be
Pack up and leave, get off my sleeve
Cut me loose, set me free
You damn old heart
Beat and stutter and stall
And the one that I love
She don't love me at all
You ache and you whine and you stop where you start
You damn old heart
She ain't coming back
Quit thinking of her
When she'd bite her lip you'd flutter and skip
Now it just makes me hurt
You damn old heart
Beat and stutter and stall
And the one that I love
She don't love me at all
You ache and you whine and you stop where you start
You damn old heart
I'd drop you in a heartbeat like she dropped me
Send you sinking like a stone to the devil in the deep blue sea
You damn old heart
Beat and stutter and stall
And the one that I love
She don't love me at all
You ache and you whine and you stop where you start
You damn old heart
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Start to Finish
03:25
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Your grandparents made our wedding in the pouring rain
Red clay mud on your wedding dress, but good champagne
We did the Electric Slide in the old grey barn
Your grandpa Joe came up to me, squeezed my arm, he said:
You can't rehearse for better or for worse
There's green times, lean times, blessings and curses
Easy to lose it son, Harder to win it
You just got to be her man, start to finish
Your grandpa Joe's a stern man, never seen him smile before
He winked at me with his steel blue eyes, shuffled across the floor
Bent to kiss your grandma Jane in her silver wheelchair
Fed her cake, wiped her lips and fixed her hair
You can't rehearse for better or for worse
There's green times, lean times, blessings and curses
We can lose it hon, Harder to win it
I'm gonna be your man, start to finish
Christmas day your grandma Jane passed without warning
Day of the funeral, your grandpa died that morning
I just kinda lost it there all smiling and crying
Old Joe lived what he told and it sent my heart a-flyin'
You can't rehearse for better or for worse
There's green times, lean times, blessings and curses
He never lost it hon, but boy did he win it
Joe was Jane's man, start to finish
We can't rehearse for better or for worse
There's green times, lean times, blessings and curses
It's easy to lose it, Harder to win it
I'm gonna be your man, start to finish
I'm gonna be your man, start to finish.
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7. |
Somebody's Someone
03:03
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When you feel like the world has left you behind
Like a kid on a broken down carnival ride
In a flickering moment your lonesome will fade
You'll be somebody's someone one day
Somebody, one day
Will waltz up beside you and whisk you away
Keep on dancing to the beat of your heart
You'll be somebody's someone one day.
He said it's vinegar makes the sugar taste sweet
If you're dancing alone, then you have the lead
In a flickering moment your lonesome will fade
You'll be somebody's someone one day
Somebody, one day
Will waltz up beside you and whisk you away
Keep on dancing to the beat of your hear
You'll be somebody's someone one day.
You'll be somebody's someone one day
After all of your dreams have scattered and stray
Some answered wish will find you and stay
Somehow, some way
Somebody, one day
Will waltz up beside you and whisk you away
Keep on dancing to the beat of your hear
You'll be somebody's someone one day.
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8. |
Patagonia
04:32
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On the pampas of old Patagonia
Where the trees grow sideways in the wind
I’m a hunted man in this wasted wasteland
The moon is my only friend
Her eyes shone bright as sapphire
That seemed to glow from within
Her hair gold and long as daylight
The moon is the shade of her skin
Ch.
I sleep by day and ride by night
Hunted like a dog, without end
Like a river I run from old man Rain and S*n
The Moon is my only friend
On the edge of the Mojave Desert
Where a life is so hard to make
She died like her mother, now her father and brother
Want me dead just for the sake
Ch.
I sleep by day and ride by night
Hunted like a dog, without end
Forever I run from old man Rain and S*n
The moon is my only friend
They caught me in Guadalajara
Shot and missed me from two paces out
They allow me to live but they’ll never forgive
Me for what they think I brought about
Like soldiers we’re bound together
The chase is what keeps us alive
They can run me to hell if they want to
Without them I wouldn’t survive
Chorus:
Down at the end of the world
Where the land is as stark as a sin
Forever on the run from the old man Rain and S*n
The moon is my only friend (x2)
And I’ll never see her again, no I’ll never see her again.
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9. |
Something Like King Kong
02:53
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I reach for your hand but you're so withdrawn
Suddenly I find myself so far from home
There's a tender pain inside you'll never know
Something like King Kong
Like the silent stars above I want to belong
My heart is aching like the night so long
Warm country summers turned to city winter cold
Something like King Kong
Two kids' bliss in the wilderness
Some kind of beauty at our fingertips
Our love was just born way wrong
Something like King Kong
Whatever we had has just slipped and gone
Your skyline eyes don't say that I'm wrong
I'll fall alone as the credits roll
Something like King Kong.
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Rob Faucette Los Angeles, California
A modern day troubadour with soul, wit, and a philosophical bent, Rob weaves together Americana, folk, garage, alt-country for a sound that’s as comfortable as your favorite old t-shirt and as interesting and welcome as the voice of your best friend. Originally from Chattanooga, TN, Rob made his way to Los Angeles, living on egg rolls and tacos, writing and playing music while the paint dried. ... more
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