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Amsterdam
02:51
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I’m stuck in first gear
Through the rain and the pain and the bicycles
I’m stuck in a paradox
Rockin’ round this big, green, blue rock
Found in a forest green
Right among the ray split trees
Found but I’m getting lost
I don’t give a damn what will be the final cost
I don’t give a damn
Stuck without a plan
I don’t give a damn
Stuck in Amsterdam
I ran into the flames
Made a grab for the mad and the insane
I ran but I’m slowing down
Thinkin’ about moving to a quite hillbilly town
I don’t give a damn
Stuck without a plan
I don’t give a damn
Stuck in Amsterdam
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2. |
A Little Help
02:28
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I woke up this morning I was feelin’ old
Grabbed a bowl of gumption and began to roll
Drop me a line or two
I’m gonna need a little help
Stayin’ out all night with you
I tried coffee, I tried tea
I tried every type of remedy
There ain’t no use cause you’re the one
There’s gonna be a little hell
Having so much god damn fun
Don’t sweat it, Don’t regret it
Everybody knows the score
There are highways and there are byways
I take the backroads so I don’t get found
I get to itchin’ and I start to roam
I leave town, forget what I’m doin’
There ain’t no use for a boy like me
I’m gonna need a little help
Now, until eternity
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3. |
Daniel
02:52
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There’s a voice in the dark that calls to him
Speaking in tongues of love
“Oh, come to me now”
If I only knew how
Sweet angels carry me home
He blazed his way through the Cumberland Gap
Through the hills that fell like fire
Oh long hunting Danny
Was finding sanctuary
In the land of the native sons
Life ain’t always as it seems
Sometimes I fall to my knees
When I find sleep
She comes to me in my dreams
There’s a silence in the air no soul should bear
Eats him from the inside out
Rivers turn to seas
They cut him to his knees
And make him one of their own
He’s set to roam this wilderness home
Now, until the ends of the sun
You can hear him still
Out among the hills
In the land of the native sons
Life ain’t always as it seems
Sometimes I fall to my knees
When I find sleep
She comes to me in my dreams
There’s a long, dark path our feet must walk
Ain’t no light to shine the way
Throwing devil’s stones in a land unknown
Hoping mercy, wanting grace
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4. |
The Wreck of Old 97
01:59
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I stole a peso
Then gave it to my friend Pedro
He gave his wife all kinds of besos
Said this song is done
Nah Pedro it’s just begun
I spent my francs
On a whole fleet of tanks
Some psycho and his panzer power
And ice cold beer
Man, watch me steer
I’ve earned a krone
Selling pastries I did not own
They asked me why I said,“I do not know”
And then they let me go
Damn, the Dutch are real nice
I saved a buck
By driving this beat up truck
She shifts hard but I don’t care
If people stare
Or if my hair’s too long
I earned a dong
Writin’ songs about the Vietcong
Co-written by weedman Tommy Chong
And LBJ
Yeah, what can I say?
If some folks got everything and then some
We best talk about a Universal Basic Income
I’ve seen my rupees
In the seen of a foreign movie
Being handled by Atma and Shakti
Ain’t they divine?
Yes, they do it all the time
I drank a pound
On my way to be healthy and round
Meat Pies and Speckled Hen
Plus a bottle of gin
Mate, I’d do it all again
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6. |
Jericho Road
02:49
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Jericho Road, Jericho Road
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
It’s the way of blood, you might give some
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
In the book of Luke there was a dispute
‘Bout who should lend a hand
Then a hippy from N used a guitar and grin
And sold ‘em all on drugs
Jericho Road, Jericho Road
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
It’s the way of blood, you might give some
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
The tribe of Judah’s being raised by Buddah
Somewhere down south
Ben up north uses knives and forks
To cut into the lamb
Jericho Road, Jericho Road
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
It’s the way of blood, you might give some
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
It’s a holy path and you won’t come back
If you don’t mind your six
Could you help a friend from Jerusalem
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
Jericho Road, Jericho Road
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
It’s the way of blood, you might give some
Walkin’ down the Jericho Road
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7. |
Change
02:38
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Look into my eyes
Did we meet before
Past all space and time
In another world
Look into my heart
Tell me is it kind
Was it made to last
Does it beat in time
Look into my past
Did I learn a thing
Am I off the rails
Is it time for change
Come into my arms
Rest your weary head
Melt into my soul
Leave the rest behind
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8. |
The Man In The Photo
02:39
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There’s a man in the photo from the 1970’s
I had a vision he’d come to visit me
He brushed past my father, fell off the ink
He came to visit with me
He came in my hour of need
The man from the photo peered around and took a seat
He drank from my coffee, I offered a bite to eat
He gazed towards the photo where he used to be
And laughed at the empty space
He laughed at the empty space
Ain’t it great, Ain’t it grand
To see your father smile as a young man
Always know where you go
Is wrapped up with where you been
The man from the photo pushed away his plate
He asked for water, I nodded ok
I knew while turning he’d gone away
But to the picture he did not return
No the man he was gone for good
Ain’t it true, Ain’t it right
To wake up early and stay out all night
Always know where you go
Is wrapped up with where you been
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9. |
Joe Hill
03:14
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10. |
Growing Old
03:19
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Gettin’ clean
Washing off these Texas blues
It’s been raining
What a way to come back to L.A.
Where to go
Trying to think of someplace
That I may know
I don’t remember it being this cold
Nah nah
There ain’t no reason
Nah nah
To feel the way I’m feelin’
Nah nah
Maybe I’m growing old
Inbetween
Just like some whole generation
That’s been picked clean
Can’t find my way around the dark
On a bus
I regret all that I said
Forgive me
Sometimes I can be too much
Nah nah
There ain’t no reason
Nah nah
To feel the way I’m feelin’
Nah nah
Maybe I’m growing old
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11. |
Abide In Me
00:54
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Davey Allen Indianapolis, Indiana
Davey Allen is a versatile singer-songwriter, musician, and frontman for California country band Davey And The Midnights. Allen has also toured extensively as keyboardist for Eric Burdon And The Animals. His work is deeply rooted in the vast American songbook. ... more
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