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You never missed me when you were drinkin’ whiskey,
So take this money and run on down to the liquor store, oh lord.
You never missed me when you were drinkin’ whiskey,
So take this money and don’t come botherin’ me no more.
Well here you come a knockin’ on my front door yet again,
Hollarin that you’ve changed and beggin’ me to let you in.
You say you’ve gone to meetings and that you have gone through hell.
But you crawled out of the bottle, and back into love you fell.
But you never missed me when you were drinkin’ whiskey,
So take this money and run on down to the liquor store, oh lord.
You never missed me when you were drinkin’ whiskey,
So take this money and don’t come botherin’ me no more.
I filled my days with spoilin’ you while you filled up your glass,
I waited for your love and for your hangovers to pass,
Honey, I sat home alone when you’d go have your fun.
And now you come here a tellin’ me that you’re the lonely one.
But you never missed me when you were drinkin’ whiskey,
So take this money and run on down to the liquor store, oh lord.
You never missed me when you were drinkin’ whiskey,
So take this money and don’t come botherin’ me no more.
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2. |
Eve
03:56
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There was hunger in my stomach, there was hunger in my head,
It tasted like a harrelson now some day I’ll be dead,
And I feared you would be angry that I’d lose my better half,
I feared things might be changing, and I feared my father’s wrath.
And as we walk out of this garden, I wonder what we’re gonna do.
And as we walk out of this garden, I thank God I still have you.
Peering down upon myself I felt I was too bad,
So I made myself a gown of green quite beautiful to wear.
For if I looked like heaven, then perhaps you’d not be mad,
I offered you a bite to eat, now both of us are bad.
And as we walk out of this garden, I wonder what we’re gonna do.
And as we walk out of this garden, I thank God I still have you.
Sun is going down, where will we stay?
Not a bite to eat, baby’s on the way.
And as we walk out of this garden, I wonder what we’re gonna do.
And as we walk out of this garden, I thank God I still have you.
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Camille's Lament
05:36
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Lord I knew, when I said I loved him,
All about his rambling games.
And heaven knows, it ain’t been easy,
Lord, I loved him just the same.
Now every part of that man is beautiful
Beautiful mouth, beautiful lungs, beautiful veins,
And I don’t mind, what he’s putting in them,
Cause it seems to ease his beautiful brain.
But I cry at night for our baby girls,
As they pray themselves to sleep.
Chanting as we lay our heads on our pillows,
God, we pray our daddy’s soul to keep.
Lord I knew, when I said I loved him,
All about his rambling games.
And heaven knows, it ain’t been easy,
Lord, I loved him just the same.
The other day, he grabbed his worn out suitcase,
The one that’s always been ready to go.
And then he ran with his east coast buddies,
Singing “so long San Francisco!”
Yeah he goes out, and he goes everywhere,
Yeah he goes crazy, all the time.
Then he’ll go, for a year or two,
When he’s gone, I know that he is still mine.
Lord I knew, when I said I loved him,
All about his rambling games.
And heaven knows, it ain’t been easy,
Lord, I loved him just the same.
So Lord I kneel here now, makin’ preparations,
While I still have some breath.
Since his life, never followed my plans,
I’m gonna make us some new plans for after death.
See if I come, and stay at your place,
For the rest of eternity.
And your gates don’t open when he comes back to me,
Then Heaven might not be the place for me.
Cause Lord I knew, when I said I loved him,
All about his rambling games.
And heaven knows, it ain’t been easy,
Lord, I loved him just the same.
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4. |
Berlin
04:17
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I said I would see you, I said I would let you know,
When we would be here and where we were gonna go.
The city feels huge, and I’m so small in it,
The city feels warm, maybe because you’re in it.
Where have you been? While I, while I was in Berlin?
Sitting on the ledge of my hotel window,
Remember your face and your voice, while longing for the street below.
Where have you been? While I, while I was in Berlin?
I guess it’s okay, time will keep rollin’ on,
And I might see you someday, but I miss you when you’re gone.
Where have you been? While I, while I was in Berlin?
Where have you been? While I, while I was in Berlin?
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Adelicia
04:02
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Skin as white as the cotton she sold,
And eyes as green as the money she made.
She torments my nights, but just why I know not,
For it wasn’t I who put her in her grave.
Cloaked in white haze, and dressed antebellum, she stands at the foot of my bed.
And my eyes start to cry and my spine starts to shivering,
I know she’s no dream and she’s not in my head.
Adelicia your children are waiting, was the money that good to keep you around.
One hundred years later your vanities hold you, do you suppose God’s gonna let you in now.
For you can’t have heaven and still keep you pennies, wings can’t be bought with your gold.
And even the Devil, he surely won’t take you, for it was the dollar for which your soul sold.
And out the door Adelicia is bounding,
I follow the spectre I see through her plan,
Where she is heading I know very plainly,
On top of my cupboard to an old metal can.
And I thrash and I scream as the fear leaves my body, the metal can slips from her hands.
And out pour the dimes, and out flow the dollars,
Out through my window it blows like the sands.
And that was the last night I saw Adelicia,
The foot of my bed she never more graced.
Why she came at all, it still is a mystery,
For my money was thin as her corseted waist.
Still something about the way that I braved her, and my little can was at stake,
It made me aware of the power of the dollar,
The lives it can fill and the souls it can break.
Adelicia your children are waiting, was the money that good to keep you around.
One hundred years later your vanities hold you, do you suppose God’s gonna let you in now.
Do you suppose God’s gonna let you in now?
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