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Belly of the Whale
05:37
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I am a traveling preacher. I came to save souls. I got caught up in the glory, and lost sight of that goal. I was far far too clever for my own good. So I cut down that old cross, because I needed the wood. I am a tempest. I am a gale. I am a one day down, in the belly of the whale. In the belly of the whale. Here in this land of dust and of drought. I gave in to lust girl you know I am devout. I built you an alter from that old rugged cross. And called you my church when all my faith I had lost. I am the darkness before the dawn. I am the quiet before the storm. I am the tempest. I am a gale. I am two days down in the belly of the whale, in the belly of the whale. Ain’t it funny how we make truth, out of what we want to believe. I used to think there were truths so much bigger than me. I am the quiet before the storm. I am the darkness before the dawn. I am the tempest. I am a gale. I am three days down in the belly of the whale. I am a traveling singer, trying to save my own soul.
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HWY 89
03:17
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We got lost so maybe we’ll get found out on that old highway. Where troubles come and troubles go and I say come what may. We’ve been searching both high and low for a place that we could call our own. Down in the desert and up in the snow from 115 down to 40 below on HWY 89. We had hope on that open road we’d find a better way. A strong conviction that we could grow, even if it seemed cliché. Got paid in sunsets drank from mason jars and lost count of more than just those desert stars. Sang around the fire over Salt Lake town, up in those hills where our sorrows drown. On HWY 89. Looking for something maybe we never lost, we were driven to keep driving to find that empty cross. From the Prescott valley up to Yellowstone maybe we should just call this road our home. On HWY 89.
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Horizon Line
04:18
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Well I went out walking, the streets of this town, After its sun was going down, And in every dark window, I could still see your ghost, ain’t it funny how we forsake what we claim to love most. Walking around this town. I walked down your street that old vacant lot, I remember your dress and your hands in the dirt, I guess I never knew how much leaving would hurt, Walking around this town just as its sun was going down, Setting on you, setting on me, And all the light turns to rust, the horizon line between the boom and the bust. I walked down on main street all the neon is burned out, I wanted a draught but all I found was a drought, Oh I wanted to be sure, but all I was left with was doubt, Walking around this town watching its sun going down, Oh its setting on you, setting on me, While all the light turns to rust, The horizon line between the boom and the bust.
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California Curves
03:38
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You said you like the way I sing, with my eyes closed. Like every word was a secret, only we know. Well its no secret I got lost in your California curves, I lost my way and I lost my nerve. I didn’t think I deserved to get lost in your CA curves. We headed down from moonstone beach with our eyes wide. Beneath those giants tall and proud, just to stand in a lost coast tide. And in that moment in that sinking sand
I couldn’t tell where you ended and where the sea began. I got lost in your CA curves. I lost my way and I lost my nerve, but in my mind I am there still lost in those CA hills. Lost in your CA curves. We headed south down towards the bay with our windows down. And the way you cupped the wind with your palm, I knew you were going to fly to away. And I got lost in your CA curves. I lost my way and I lost my nerve. But you’re the one I wanted to most, lost on that CA coast. Lost in your CA curves.
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Bet on Me
03:32
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I told you once I told you a thousand times, that I am guilty of a thousand crimes, I told you once I told you a thousand times: Don’t you bet on me. Well are you sure you want to take my name? Your daddy says I am the one to blame, so are you sure you want to take my name? Don’t you bet on me. I said don’t you, don’t you bet on me. Well I’ve quit better jobs than this before. I know we need the money more and more, but I’ve quit better jobs than this before. Don’t you bet on me. Baby lets not name him after me. My name is worthless as far as I can see, so baby lets not name him after me. Don’t you bet on me. I’ve spent all these years just trying to break free of what others said would be my destiny. Well I told you once I told you a thousand times, that I am guilty of a 1000 crimes, but thanks for the bet on me.
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The Leaving Kind
04:16
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You said you were the leaving kind. You said ain’t no dam that’s going to hold you, no bridge that could get anyone near. Well I know all about leaving too. Aint’ no trouble I’ve found that running off to the mountains won’t heal. When all I want to be is alone… with you. You left without saying goodbye. You left your glass half full and me half empty right here. So I drove up on to Tennessee pass, because there ain’t nothing like a little tree line to show me that I’ll be fine, it’s clear up here. That all I want to be is alone… with you. You said “if you find something wild why would you want it to be tamed?” You said you’d be damned before you took someone’s name. You said you were free and that means there is nothing you need… Oh I know just what you mean. All I want to be is alone… with you. But you said you were the leaving kind.
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The Cuckoo (traditional)
04:41
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I’m going to build me a log cabin up in the mountains so high, So I can see my baby when she goes walking by, Oh the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird she warbles as she flies, But she never hollers cuckoo till the first day of July. Oh she left me in old KY she came back in North Carolina, Well I bet you twenty dollars boy she’s gone for good this time. Oh jack daniels you’re my devil and you’re my Christ, well you took away my baby then you help me to sleep at night, That cuckoo she’s a pretty bird she warbles as she flies, She never hollers cuckoo till the first day of July, Jack of diamonds know you of old, You’ve robbed my poor pockets of their silver and gold, So give me beefsteak when I’m hungry, Give me whiskey when I’m dry, Twenty dollars when I’m hard up, Oh religion when I die. That cuckoo she’s a pretty bird she warbles as she flies, She never hollers cuckoo, and she won’t tell you no lies.
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Child of the War
03:21
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I was a child of the war I still don’t know what it is for. Daddy left home when I was still young to fight for a flag that he loved. Forsaking his own flesh and blood. I was a fortunate son, oh but the damage was done. Daddy came home but he was never the same and momma just wanted someone to blame. Me, I just tried to stay sane. Oh but the lights they don’t shine for me anymore. I was a child of the cross. Because momma says everyone is lost and come short of the glory so we learned to pray. And daddy just lived in his head. We are all just a little bit better than dead. Oh the lights, they don’t shine for me anymore. I was a child of the war.
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On My Mind
03:59
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There’s a backpack in my living room, hear the shower running down the hall. There’s a fire in the wood stove, I haven’t been warm since late last fall. Darling welcome home, tell me how you’ve grown. You were on my mind out there on your own. Oh my heart aches for yours a rolling stone , And if you ever felt lost well I hope that you know… you were on my mind. You left because you said you needed time alone. You said these walls were closing in. You wanted to find a place to talk to God, and to feel at home in your own skin. Tell me all you’ve found, girl you’re my sacred ground. And you were on my mind, out there on your own, oh my heart aches for yours a rolling stone. And if you ever felt lost, I hope that you know, you were on my mind.
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Moonlight's Daughter
03:07
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Oh blue eyes, Lead me by still waters, You were moonlight’s daughter, And I was just the shade , Of what I once was, I used to be a fighter, clenching my fist tight up against these latter days. You took my hand, And led me to the river, Showed me a lover and a giver, And that fighter was unmade. Oh blue eyes, Maybe all I ever needed was just to be defeated, And stand there in your light, Well you were there still, Shining as my pieces fell, Pennies in your wishing well, And all I ever wanted was to stay…. In your blue eyes. I said come little light come little light of mine. And shine. Lead me by still waters you were moonlight’s daughter, And I was just the shade.
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Unoriginal Sin
04:57
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Well we lost it all that summer, Storm clouds gathered and we were torn asunder, A flood of doubt came and ripped my roots from the earth, And I’m set adrift wondering what’s my name worth. Went up high where the trees disappear, Waiting for the river to clear, Watched the sun sinking slow on the pines, While the sky it burned. Tell me the worth of wonder again, Tell me the cost of such an unoriginal sin, I watched you walk away but I still feel the same, I’m left holding your ring trying to remember my name. Went up high where the trees disappear, Waiting for my head like that river to clear, Watched the sun sinking slow on the pines, While the sky it burned.
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Jason Tyler Burton Wyoming
Jason Tyler Burton is a recluse from Kentucky who now makes his home in the least populated county in the least populated state. There in Wyoming, at the foot of the Wind River Mountains, he writes songs that wrestle with the struggles of rural peoples. His stories often tell a novel's worth of story in the format of a song, for which he draws comparisons to Jason Isbell and John Prine. ... more
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