1. |
Crazy
02:10
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Born in a dusty outside of Tennessee
She said that she ain’t got no time for me
And she swore on her daddy’s grave that one day she’d be free
As she broke her bad in the beating sun she thought of who she’d be
I’m not saying don’t have dreams, just don’t let em get you down
This daddy’s girl’s dreams drove her straight into the ground
We’re wasting time, but are we really wasting time
You think I’m crazy, but to me I’m doing fine
I spent more than a few days toiling in the sun
I’ve done everything that I could think to be someone
In my days I’ve been through a town or two
Let me tell ya that most towns there ain’t that much to do
A life of hard labour isn’t my idea of fun
Till one day when going through his things I found my daddy’s gun
We’re wasting time, but are we really wasting time
You think I’m crazy, but to me I’m doing fine
Well we loaded up a burlap sack and we were on our way
The conductor learned with a mouth full of metal that we weren’t there to play
We rode upon them dusty tracks until they bottomed out
Robbed a Bank, stole the sheriff’s horse and then we headed south
Moral of the story if you ever own a gun,
Lock it up real tight and hide the bullets from your son
We’re wasting time, but are we really wasting time
You think I’m crazy, but to me I’m doing fine
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2. |
Bad
02:02
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Searchin for something that I can’t find and it,
Pushes a splinter through the back of my mind
(Why won’t you) Just leave me be, I can’t tell what you are
You know I’m running but I won’t get far, I want you
Bad
Bad, Bad, Bad
I want you Bad
Bad, Bad, Bad
Livin in apathy one day at a time, and
To live this life without you I consider a crime
There isn’t anything to do or say
(All I can) All I can think of is you walkin away, I want you
Bad
Bad, Bad, Bad
I want you Bad
Bad, Bad, Bad
Thought I saw you from the edge of my eye
(I’ve been) Searchin for so long, never stopped to ask why
I can’t see clearly with this fog on my brain
(I don’t know) How I got here but I know I can’t stay, I want you
Bad
Bad, Bad, Bad
I want you Bad
Bad, Bad, Bad
I want you bad, I want you
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3. |
Why Not
01:53
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Why not live this life while you're still livin
Why not do the best you can with what you've been given
And for the things you don't have, all I can say
Is that you probably didn't need them anyway
With a smile on my face I've resolved to say "why not"
Why not (why not)
Why not (why not)
Why not be the best you that you can be
Why not (why not)
Why not (why not)
Why not be the best you that you can be
We'll these things I say to you are true, in fact
Spent half my life at the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And every night at about quarter past three
I'd stumble my way out into the street
Till the day the little birdie said to me,
"Sometimes you gotta be content to simply be,"
As he sang from a perch up in his tree, "why not?"
Why not (why not)
Why not (why not)
Why not be the best you that you can be
Why not (why not)
Why not (why not)
Why not be the best you that you can be
Why spend you're whole life just worrying about the future
There ain't nobody here who can change your life but you sir
And even if I run out of things to say, I'm gonna keep on singing this anyway
With a smile of my face I've resolved to say why not
Why not (why not)
Why not (why not)
Why not be the best you that you can be
Why not (why not)
Why not (why not)
Why not be the best you that you can be
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4. |
Devil Take Me
03:21
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When you look at me, what colours do you see
Black, blue, busted grey
Rubble at your feet
I was a thousand miles away from our home before I knew
The reason that I left was you
Devil take me under, devil take me high
Cause no saint can save the one with sin on their mind
Now I’m standing at a crossroad off I-65
As the rain pours down in buckets, wiping teardrops from my eye
Every mile that I travel brings me closer to the light
One eye over my shoulder
Taught to seek the fight
And as a long shadow casts out memories of you
Each step brings me closer to the truth
Devil take me under, devil take me high
Cause no saint can save the one with sin in their eye
I guess livin’ as a poor man’s daughter is better than livin’ as a rich man’s lie
And for all your twisted reasons you won’t give up the fight
Oooh
Nothin had prepared me to play the ugly fool, no
I was lost in a game
That I know you hate to lose
As the bitter memories rattle in their cage
I can’t seem to turn the page
Devil take me under, devil take me high
Cause no saint can save the one sin has consumed alive
These wounds must me paid for
Blood for blood for blood
No there ain’t enough mercy in the world
To wash you clean of what you’ve done
Devil take me under, devil take me high
Cause no saint can save the one with sin on their mind
Now I’m standing at a crossroad off I-65
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5. |
Black, Gold, Red
02:07
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Insane
Your black brings me down, your gold builds me up
And your red’s like a fire - burning in my blood
There are things we shouldn’t get into, things we shoulda never done
But all things rise anew after the setting of the sun
Can you feel the motion
Running through my veins
Can you feel the tension
It's driving me
Insane
The wheels are now in motion; the stars are all aligned
And when that dust settles, I’ll be livin in my prime
To make it isn’t easy, but I’m dead if I’m not tryin
I’d rather live my own life than wither on the vine
Can you feel the motion
Running through my veins
Can you feel the tension
It's driving me
Insane
I know there’s gonna be hardship - gonna split, splinter, and drown
But I’ll rise up from these ashes, and damn well demand my crown
Cause we all have missing pieces, within or otherwise
That we don’t still have power, well it’s one of their favourite lies
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6. |
Can't Call it Love
03:18
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Old Man Grant Ottawa, Ontario
Old Man Grant is a multi-instrumental trio from Ottawa, Ontario. Blending bluegrass, folk, and blues influences, their music is characterized by expressive, rhythmic playing and soaring three part harmony. From thunderous roars to the quietest whispers, their honest and emotional storytelling never fails to capture their listeners’ attention ... more
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