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Hard Working People
02:49
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in the land of the free, home of the slave
we all end up in the same size grave
it's money for nothing, the rich go free
but that one percent ain't you, it ain't me
it's us hard working people
us hard working people
hard working people, keeping this place alive
doctors & nurses are what it's about
the girls at the checkout, checking you out
the cooks & the farmers, keeping us fed
til the taxman comes to take away your bread
ch
they give money to wall street
bail out the banks
close down the schools
and build some more tanks
give to the rich
steal from the poor
they don't about your health
cause they got a new war
back in the day, we were on the same side
blue & red, black & white
your vote really counted, if you wanted to use it
and once upon a time, we got paid to play music
ch
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2. |
Delta Blues
03:14
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well, I'm writing you this letter
but I don't know what to say
been under quarantine
for 90 hundred days
feels like this covid thing
is here to stay
I'm just sending you the news
I got the Delta blues
days turn into weeks
months turn into days
I look in the mirror
I don't look the same way
everything's changing
things may never be the same
It's all so confused
I got the delta blues
just sending a shoutout
to all essential works
the cops, the drive thru testers
the doctors and nurse
we just wanna thank you
for keeping us safe & sound
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
we got the delta blues
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3. |
Alone
03:11
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I hear it raining
my baby’s gone away
I feel the changing
my baby’s gone away
alone’s how she found me
alone is how I’ll stay
ain’t no use in crying’
no one else to blame
ain’t no use in dying’
there ain’t no one else to blame
alone is how she left me
alone’s my middle name
gonna be a new day
my world ain’t gonna end
gonna be a better way
my world ain’t gonna end
alone ain’t so bad now
alone is my best friend
alone’s how she left me
alone is my best friend
alone’s she found me
alone is my best friend
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4. |
Please Don't Lose Me
05:01
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forgive me girl
for what I say
if things were different
we could fly away
it's so hard
to walk the line
one step closer
just give me time
please excuse me
please don't lose me
cause I'm lost
without you
my daddy told me
when I was a kid
do what I said, boy
and not what I did
he died too soon
for me to shake his hand
and thank him for
making me a better man
ch
the air's so thin
way up here
looking down
on all I fear
forgive me girl
for what I say
the wings of an angel
is no place to pray
ch
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5. |
Brakeman
03:42
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on a cold, moonless night
you can still see the sight
of a railroad yard that could tell a tale
hear the story of a train
and a brakeman who was slain
by a gang of no-goods fresh out of jail
I'm the brakeman from hell
I still ride the rails
and I can still hear that old whistle blow
though this train's turned to rust
and my body's turned to dust
my restless spirit just won't let go
feel those steel wheels turn
smell the coal char and burn
hear the pistons explode like dynamite
it must be 60 years
since this train's last engineer
but the brakeman's still aboard every night
ch
on a cold moonless night
you can still see the sight
of a railroad yard and its lonely ghost
hear the story of a train
that'll never run again
but the brakeman's forever at his post
ch
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6. |
Home
06:27
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I wake each morning in the jungle
to the sound of a thousand hearts
I know that my time will always be defined
by whether I can hold it all apart
and I’m waiting for the sun to start shining
I’m waiting for the neon light’s glow
I think about a place where I can find some space
thinking about going back home
the stones that have rolled through my windows
the names that have changed with time
float by on the stream of a midnight summer’s dream
a screenplay that’s only in my mind
and I’m standing in a meadow made of concrete
where the trees are made of steel and chrome
I think about a place where I can find some space
thinking about going back home
now there’s nothing left to do but remember
there’s nothing left to say but goodnight
no one left to meet along this empty street
gonna find someone I love and hold them tight
and I’m waiting for the birds to start singing
I’m waiting for the wind to blow
I’m going to a place where I’ve got a little space
going back, going back home
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Cletis Carr
Singer-songwriter Cletis Carr knows a good yarn. Especially when paired with a good melody and some gritty slide
guitar.
A careful student of the human condition, Carr's story-songs play out like mini-movies. Tales of joy, heartbreak, redemption, ordinary madness and everyday heroes are framed in a rich tapestry of acoustic steel-string guitar, dobro and lap slide.
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