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Honey Upside Down
03:55
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HONEY UPSIDE DOWN
I’ll learn to turn the honey upside down
Things that sweet, they take more time and
I can’t have this now
So, walk away from it, tell myself
That it wouldn’t have been ready anyhow
Things that sweet, they take more time
To work out.
My neighbor Bertha said
When she borrowed a sponge
“Sometimes what’s good needs to
Sit and get ripe like a plum.
So, walk away from whatever you can’t change
It needs to grow with no help from you, hon’.
Things that good need to
Sit and get ripe like a plum.”
Walk away from whatever you can’t change
It needs to grow with no help from you, hon’.
Things that good need to
Sit and get ripe like a plum.
Walk away from it, tell myself
That it wouldn’t have been ready anyhow
Things that sweet, they take more time and
I can’t have this now
Things that sweet, they take more time
To work out.
I’ll have to turn the honey upside down.
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Lone Coyote
03:13
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LONE COYOTE
I was in the arms of a woven wool blanket
Kissing on steam from sage and chamomile
Then in between the lines of Tolstoy I got lonely
So I headed for the Allegheny Hills
I wonder if I’ll meet and tame ya
Somewhere out in Pennsylvania
Along a lakeshore running or working in the corn
Love is a lone coyote
She’s not looking for somebody
She just wakes up next to you
By accident one morn.
Clouds lined the woodland like smoke from chimneys
And I smelled turnips and potatoes from their plates
Then every kettle whistled a sweet romantic story
And the Susquehanna called my name
I wonder if I’ll meet and tame ya
Somewhere out in Pennsylvania
Along a lakeshore running or working in the corn
Love is a lone coyote
She’s not looking for somebody
She just wakes up next to you
By accident one morn.
Mmm. Mmm.
I wonder if I’ll meet and tame ya
Somewhere out in Pennsylvania
Along a lakeshore running or working in the corn
Love is a lone coyote
She’s not looking for somebody
She just wakes up next to you
By accident one morn.
Love is a lone coyote
She’s not looking for somebody
She just wakes up next to you
By accident one morning.
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The Drifter
02:06
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I wasn’t born to travel, I was born to run away
Anyplace I end up, I probably won’t stay
But I wasn’t born to break hearts, I was born to love
I’m just looking for the drifter to join me on the run.
After everyone I left, you think I would give up
Swallow some old pill that says the restless do not love
After I’d been hurt you’d think I’d hesitate to trust
But you could be the drifter to join me on the run.
I wasn’t born to need you every waking hour of the day
I was born to want you exactly this way
And I wasn’t born to settle like a footprint in cement
I was born a bobcat and I’m wild as I can get.
After everyone I left, you think I would give up
But I’m looking for the drifter to join me on the run.
I’m looking for the drifter to join me on the run.
I’m looking for the drifter to join me on the run.
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Low In The Laurels
03:21
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LOW IN THE LAURELS
The ground that cradled the nukes was quakin’
The windows on the rockets breakin’
But the frogs were singing and I was makin’ love
The farms I knew became a home
For the lying, the rich, and the war drones
But the minnows were swimmin’ and I was grinnin’.
Now there’s plastic fruit on the countertops
No more clementines in the hollow.
They congregate around those big screens
While I lie low in the laurels.
The teller at the fillin’ station
Blue bag queen of destinations, said
“Your wishes die, then they fossilize and
You’ll pay for them.”
My neighbors prayed for gasoline
They filled up tanks with their dead dreams
But I was barefoot runnin’ with the paper bees.
Now there’s plastic fruit on the countertops
No more clementines in the hollow.
They congregate around those big screens
While I lie low in the laurels.
There’s plastic fruit on the countertops
No more clementines in the hollow.
They congregate around those big screens
While I lie low in the laurels.
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Little Creek
02:45
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LITTLE CREEK
Little Creek wraps round my shins and
Just like love, there I fell in
I fell into Little Creek
And the seeds from the pines stuck to my skin.
Oh, the needles from the pines they kissed me!
Heron leaves the branch she’s in and
It falls into the creek we’re in and
It splashes you right on your nose and
I taste its water on my chin
Then like that creek, you kissed me!
Oh, all I can see when I taste that water
Is how we danced among bluebonnets
I hope you know that was all I ever wanted…
Oh, all I can see when I taste that water
Is how we danced among bluebonnets
I hope you know that was all I ever wanted…
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Quilt
03:19
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QUILT
Oh, the pony doesn’t know you like the pony knows his rope
Every pony falls in love with his handler
And the ivy doesn’t climb towards the sun or the shade of the pine
Every vine grows at whim like a rambler.
And everywhere I’ve gone, every love that I got wrong
Guided me to this porch where we are standing.
Press both hands into the door - we’ll walk across that wooden floor
Fold a granny quilt and lay down where we were planted.
Oh, the desert doesn’t wind like a river or with brine
But every desert within time becomes an ocean
And the mountain doesn’t dance, it doesn’t waver where it stands
But every mountain takes command of every motion.
And everywhere I’ve been, every love that I pretended
Guided me to this porch where we are standing.
Press both hands into the door - we’ll walk across that wooden floor
Fold a granny quilt and lay down where we were planted.
Oh, everywhere I’ve been, every love that I pretended
Guided me to this porch where we are standing.
Press both hands into the door - we’ll walk across that wooden floor
Fold a granny quilt and lay down where we were planted.
Oh, everywhere I’ve gone, every love that I got wrong
Guided me to this porch where we are standing.
Press both hands into the door - we’ll walk across that wooden floor
Fold a granny quilt and lay down where we were planted.
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Bed & Breakfast
03:41
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BED & BREAKFAST
I’ve been cleaning, washing other people’s dirty dishes
Pouring their coffees, pouring their teas
And making their sandwiches.
So, give me a home where I can bear rent
I can make my own bed and breakfast
I’m easy to please
Man, I just need a nest
Oh, give me a home.
I’ve been painting walls in big mansions
And edging their garden rows
And I’ve taken care of other people’s children
I’ve helped them pick out their clothes.
So, give me a home where I can bear rent
I can make my own bed and breakfast
I’m easy to please
Man, I just need a nest
Oh, give me a home.
People like me, we don’t really need
Marble baths and granite countertops
But we are good neighbors, we are good tenants
We’re simply not at the top.
So, give me a home where I can bear rent
I can make my own bed and breakfast
I’m easy to please, man - I just need a nest
Oh, give me a home.
Oh, give me a home where I can bear rent
I can make my own bed and breakfast
I’m easy to please, man - I just need a nest
Oh, give me a home.
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Coonhound
03:46
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COONHOUND
I haven’t given up yet on findin’ true love
But I’m goin’ down to the pound
I’m gonna bring home a dog
She’s gonna have the sharpest eyes in town
And the keenest nose
Blackest fur on her back
So it won’t show up on my black clothes
I’m goin’ down to the pound
I’m gonna bring home a coonhound
And we’re gonna roam all around a-sniffin’.
I’ve given so much thought to
The kind of companion I want
And I can’t settle down for some sweet kitty.
I’d rather spend my nights
Walkin’ in alleys without bar lights
Whistling tunes and bayin’ at the moon from my city.
I’m goin’ down to the pound
I’m gonna bring home a coonhound
And we’re gonna roam all around a-sniffin’.
And maybe, but hey, I won’t count on it
Some night while we’re out walkin’ past the garbage
A beautiful little bandit might look at me red-handed and say
“I’ve been searchin’ through trash all day
And I finally found you -- heyyy!”
I’m goin’ down to the pound
I’m gonna bring home a coonhound
And we’re gonna roam all around a-sniffin’.
I’m goin’ down to the pound
I’m gonna bring home a coonhound
And we’re gonna roam all around a-sniffin’.
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Folk, Piedmont Blues, Magic
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