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Redbud Tree
02:31
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I’ll climb up in the redbud tree
Let it’s skinny little branches wrap around me
Heart shaped boughs hold my memories
Safe forever in a redbud tree
Well, Mama did cry and Daddy did shout
And i never did know what it was all about
Their tempers were hotter than a day in July
And they stayed together, though I never knew why
And I’d climb up in the redbud tree
Let them skinny little branches wrap around me
Heart shaped boughs hold my memories
Safe forever in a redbud tree
I’d look up at Daddy as he bore down on me
He was spitting tacks, as mean as can be
And I’m still hurting, as you can see
But I love my daddy and he loves me
And I’d climb up in the redbud tree
Let them skinny little branches wrap around me
Heart shaped boughs hold my memories
Safe forever in a redbud tree
And from that tree many times I fell
And I’d skinned my knee and it hurt like hell
But I’d climb back up ‘cause you might as well
Every scar is a story to tell
I’ll climb up in the redbud tree
Let it’s skinny little branches wrap around me
Heart shaped boughs hold my memories
Safe forever in a redbud tree
Well, Mama did cry and Daddy did shout
And i never did know what it was all about
Their tempers were hotter than a day in July
And they stayed together, though I never knew why
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2. |
Nothing on You
02:41
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It's got two cracks in the spruce top
It's got a loose jack that makes the P.A.s pop
You can see where I wore it through with my picks
And used TrueValue Super Glue to fix it
The pegs are mismatched like old men's teeth
The back is scratched from my buttons I believe
It's got a chunk missing from the headstock
And there's no guessing where it took that knock
See, it's fallen from stands like a drunk from a stool
Only to land face down in a pool
Of beer that spilled on a bar room stage
And I play it still though it's showing it's age
Its binding is chipped, yellowed and grimy
Its voice has mellowed, the sweat streaks remind me
Of every Monday night it played
In the hope some drunks might have stayed
To watch me take its varnish off
With a right arm that ain't smart enough
To do much at all except play some chords
And at the end of it all its only reward
Is to be laid down in a wooden box
Full of broken strings and shells and rocks
My kids put there when I wasn't looking
And it smells of beer and restaurant cooking
The frets are worn down, the strings they buzz
I don't get around to fixing it because
I ain't got the time or inclination
And I don't mind the intonation
And inside there's ball ends, picks and crackers
Sometimes it sounds like its maracas
When I move about too much
I should get them out but I'm in no rush
And in the compartment under the neck
With the usual assortment of junk you'd expect
Is a draw-string pouch that you put there
Before I headed out on a trip somewhere
I've never opened it but I suspect
It's some kind of lucky charm you hoped would protect me
From everything that could go wrong
And look it worked, here I am still singing this song
And you know that music store downtown
Made me an offer but I turned them down
'Cause I've looked around and I've tried a few
But what I've found you won't find knew
And now maybe I'm going too far
'Cause now I'm not singing about a damn guitar
I'm taking the long way like I always do
When all I'm trying to say to you is
They all got nothing
Nothing on you
They all got nothing
Nothing on you
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3. |
Dodge City
02:32
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We got wind turbines and grain elevators
Roads so straight you couldn’t draw 'em no straighter
We got wells so dry you couldn’t drink 'em no dryer
Got a four wheel drive with no tread on the tire
in Dodge City
What have we got?
Dodge City
What have we got?
We got cowboys shootin' blanks
We got the name of the town on the water tank
and of course we got God to thank
For Dodge City
What have we got?
Dodge City
What have we got?
Dodge City
Believe it or not
We got a scenic view of a feedlot
We got a Best Western and Holiday Inn
We got a county jail you can stay in
Got a Flying J convenience store
Got a Dollar General of course and more
in Dodge City... etc.
We got Boot Hill, we got Wyatt Earp
Got a missin' button on a western shirt
Got a whole lotta cattle and whole lotta corn
and a little known fact: Dennis Hopper was born
In Dodge City... etc.
We got highway 50 and 56
Take you all the way to Moscow, Kansas that is
Go too far, you get to Oklahoma
Better turn around there and come on home to
Dodge City
What have we got?
Dodge City
What have we got?
We got cowboys shootin' blanks
We got the name of the town on the water tank
We got air that smells rank
And of course we got God to thank
For Dodge City
What have we got?
Dodge City
What have we got?
Dodge City
Believe it or not
We got a scenic view of a feedlot
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4. |
The Best Thing
02:41
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You’re the best thing
Hands down no contest
You’re the best thing
I should know. I’ve put you to the test
And you’re the best thing
Even at your worst
When you feel like you’re falling behind
You’re still coming in first
‘Cause you’re the best thing
And it isn’t just me
That thinks you’re the best thing
They won’t say it but they all agree
That you’re the best thing
When it’s all going wrong
And you think that you're losing your grip
You’re holding on strong
'Cause you’re the best thing
It’s OK
If you have to leave me
Go your own way
Forget all that I say
But believe me
You’re the best thing
I know ii said this before
But you’re the best thing
And when it’s bad between us
I mean it more
You’re the best thing
Even at your worst
When you feel like you’re falling behind
You’re still coming in
When you feel like you’re falling behind
You’re still coming in
When you feel like you’re falling behind
You’re still coming in
First
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5. |
Patricia
02:44
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O Patricia
You know I miss ya
I had to leave so suddenly
I didn’t even get to kiss ya
My Patricia
How I wish ya
Would hurry up and come on after me
All our children
Are grown and out the door
You don’t have to hang around
Hold their little hands no more
No, Patricia
You know I miss ya
I had to leave so suddenly
You know I didn’t even get to kiss ya
My Patricia
How I wish ya
Would hurry up and come on after me
All your old friends
They all ready gone
I don’t know why
You’re still hanging on
O Patricia
You know I miss ya
I had to leave so suddenly
I didn’t even get to kiss ya
My Patricia
How I wish ya
Would hurry up and come on after me
Now everbody’s gathered round
You must be on your way
Don’t hang around to hear
What that preacher has to say
No, Patricia
You know I miss ya
I had to leave so suddenly
You know I didn’t even get to kiss ya
My Patricia
How I wish ya
Would hurry up and come on after me
Come on after me
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Mike West Machynlleth, UK
Mike West is a touring musician, songwriter and record producer. He has toured internationally with Alt-Country duo, Truckstop Honeymoon, for twenty years, appearing everywhere from festivals in Australia to shearing sheds in North Wales. As a producer, West has recorded over three hundred albums for independent artists at his studios in New Orleans, Kansas and, most recently, Wales. ... more
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