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Space Cowboy’s Got the Blues
I stand by the highway and watch the passing cars
I wonder where they’re going and I wonder how far
Some heading north, some heading south
Either way they’re moving out...
From my back yard I can hear them big rigs whine
Diesel trucks on highway 89
I hear an old coyote who howls at the moon
This Space cowboy’s got the blues
I stare at the skies, watching out for UFOs
Starry nights, and it’s cold down here below
Winters bone crackles like an avalanche
Radio static, and I’m back here on the ranch
Shooting stars and satellites
Saturn’s rings and a comet’s ice
Time is a flat circle, and my time on the carousel is due
Waiting gives space cowboys the blues
I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe
Marfa, Mars and Mercury
Instagram likes bounced off satellites
Old photographs of dying light,
All these moments lost in time like teardrops in the rain,
not even memories remain
I see the blue in the water of the rivers and streams
And I’m back in the saddle of a fever dream
I look down at the people and their interstates
I’m landlocked here light years away
When that cosmic wind starts whipping across the astral plains
ET can’t phone home from the range
Like an old coyote howlin’ at the moon
Yeah, This space cowboys get the blues
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Who’s Gonna Fill These Boots
My old man sang me cowboy lullabies.
About the towns of West Texas and ghost riders in the sky
He taught me how to wind a Telecaster string up right
He casts a long shadow every night
Mamma cried and clutched her rosary beads
Tried to pray the highway out of me
At 16 years old I played my first shows on the road
Brought home a blue rose from Texas where the tattoo tore a hole
Who’s gonna fill these boots?
Walk a country mile in ‘em, and be the living proof?
Who’s gonna fill these boots?
All these years I’ve rambled, round this world, trying to shake my reputation as daddy’s little girl
Whiskey stained glasses and angels clipped of wings. Tarnished halos, golden rings
Sometimes I wonder. Who’s gonna fill these boots?
Walk a country mile in ‘em, and be the living proof?
Who’s gonna fill these boots?
I’ve been down so many roads, others chose for me. And left me lying in the ditch.
Played roles that didn’t suit me, tried on clothes that didn’t fit
But this skin I’m living in, I’m finally happy in it
The highway feels alive after last night’s set. Ears pounding, body aching, soaked in cooling sweat.
The ember from my cigarette drifts off in the breeze. I am where I’m meant to be.
Sometimes I wonder. Who’s gonna fill these boots?
Walk a country mile in ‘em, and be the living proof?
Who’s gonna fill these boots?
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Roger Miller Time
I hate admitting, I like listening, to George Jones alone
But the wear and tear in them records is starting to show and she knows
I can play the possum everyday and she don't really mind
But she gets concerned when it's Roger Miller time
She knows there must be something wrong
If I'm up singing Dang Me all night long
And chug a lug at the break of dawn
My baby hates when I play Roger Miller songs
My liver's licked, my kidneys are stoned I've got breaded fingers and battered bones
I like my brisket smoked and my chicken fried.
My uncle used to love me but she died…. And I like Roger Miller Time
Some nights I feel fit to be tied. I start playing King of the Road and Engine Number
Sometimes I can't remember the words that rhyme. All bets are off when it's Roger Miller
The first word in lonesome is one, My pappy was a pistol I'm a son of a gun
You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd,
but you can do Whack do whacka do and baby I love you
When he starts singing about husbands and wives. It always brings a tear to my eye
I remember that the grass aint greener on the other side
I never loved you better than Roger Miller time
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Ethan Alien
Betty and Barney Hill went out driving one looking for a thrill
When down from the sky swept a big ol ufo
Though they found it all quite stunning, truth is it’s been a long time coming
Aliens have been round here for years, or so the story goes
Ethan Allen was an alien
Him and all the other little green mountain men
Founded a state of being for
outlaws just like them
Ethan Allen was an alien
And if you want to believe
We’ve got cider, skis and did I mention weed?
The finest cheese this side of the moon
Hops for days and IPAs
Best in the Milky Way
And UFO beers brewed by Harpoon
Ethan Allen was an alien...
You can’t take the green out of these mountains,
or the ET out of Ethan Allen
Can’t take Champy out of the Vermontster lake
It was immigrants from outer space
Helped to make this country great
Let me tell you ‘bout some other ETs in my home state
Ben and Jerry, Snowflake Bentley... Ethan alien
Neko Case and a Band Called Death
Randy Quaid, Luis Guzman. Fred Tuttle he’s an Ethan Alien,
The Dos Equis beer guy.. He’s the most interesting man in this world. but in the entire universe he only ranks 27. Still pretty good
Chester Arthur and Calvin Coolidge not so much, but
Bernie Sanders, he’s a hardcore Ethan alien
Rose’s are red and time’s a flat circle
Sugar is sweet and so’s Vermont maple syruple
So be good to each other and treat strangers like friends
In the parts of the galaxy where we came from
Visitors are always welcome
And from outer space, y’all are all aliens
Ethan Allen was an alien….
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King's Highway
04:16
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King’s Highway
I woke last night from a fever dream, sweat was pouring down in streams
I couldn’t rest, I couldn’t sleep ‘til dawn
My mother’s house was burning down, ashes falling all around
I heard your voice then your voice was gone
When that axe comes down, your heart will be the only sound
Beating in my ears as I pass on
There’s no place in Heaven or Hell, for lovers like ourselves,
Darling I can feel it’s coming soon
It’s a cold wind that blows on a bitter man, hardens his heart like his calloused hands. It steals the life out of every breath he takes
I don’t care what other people say, I’m gonna love you just any old way
And I’ll take that walk down the King’s Highway
And when the Armageddon comes, you and I will be the only ones,
Walking through these streets when the Kingdom comes,
There’s no place in Heaven or Hell, for lovers like ourselves,
Darling I can feel it’s coming soon
And we’ll walk through these streets of fire, fueled by wild desire,
And burning love in this ghost town of a world
In these end of times, we’ll be all that’s left behind
You wrapped your legs around me, and the Rapture’s here
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I Need You
03:53
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I Need You
I need you like a dog needs a collar. A down and out drunk needs a dollar
Baby, I... I need you
I need you like a biscuit needs gravy. Janis needs her Mercedes Bendz,
Baby, I... I need you
I need you that’s the gods honest truth. I couldn’t make it out there on the loose
In the wild, I wouldn’t survive
Truth is I’d be a goner. That’s a fact, scout’s honor
Baby I... I need you
I need you like whiskey needs a chaser, Rolling tobacco needs a paper
Baby, I... i need you
I need you like a Mustang needs breaking. A throttle needs a governor, a dish needs chafing... baby I need you
And if the devils at our door
Tell him this, and nothing more
I am yours, I am yours, I am yours
I need you like a Hammond B3 needs a Leslie. Princess buttercup and Weslie
Johnny needs June, and Baby, I... I. need you
I need you like a steer needs lasso. Marty Robbins, Felina and the town of El Paso
You’re the one. Baby, I need you
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Fix This Broken Heart
05:58
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Fix This Broken Heart
“There’s some kinds of damage a man can’t walk away from...” my friend Steve said the to me, shortly before he passed away. True story
We always called him Saab Steve, cause he fixed up old cars, in between sad stories and trips to the bar. And if we didn’t have the cash he’d say “don’t worry. Pay me later.” True story
“I‘ve worked on some reall fixer uppers. Motors are rough but humans are tougher. I can fix a muffler or a cracked oil pan.”
bad engine parts, I understand.”
They say a broken clock’s right twice a day
You can get the hands back turning, but the moment’s slipped away
By the time you hear the thunder, lighting’s torn the sky apart
Time can mend so many things, but it can’t fix this broken heart
Some night when it’s all too much to take
I go out driving down by the lake
I go around in circles draining the gas tank
But free fav As long as the wheels are turning I feel safe
“Babe you picked a winning horse in me..
I promised that so many times, I almost believed
But i didn’t show or place, I barely showed up for the race
Now I’m stuck here spinning wheels eternally
That railroad truss where we scrawled our names that day
Had turned to rust and the pant faded away
Creosote and smoke mingled in the air
It was only for a moment... you were there
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Western Terrestrials Sharon, Vermont
Conjuring up sweeping panoramas of dusty astral plains and the allure of whiskey-laden honky tonks, Western Terrestrials are the kind of wry, unconventional outsiders country music could get used to. The Vermont-based group accomplishes a tricky feat: threading the needle between paying homage to classic country, and forging their own brand of unapologetic, hard-driving cosmic American music. ... more
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