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I’ve heard that God loves a good singer
But she must’ve put some devil in you
Or maybe it was all of that bullshit
That you put up with in school.
Takin’ 69 down to Port Arthur
Past the prisons and refineries
I guess I went lookin’ for answers
And it seems you were lookin’ for me.
Sad rows of vacant buildings
Broken windows and broken dreams
I’ve only walked a mile in your shoes, baby
But it all hits home with me.
I’m just a stone’s throw away
From rockin’ your world
Just a stone’s throw away
Ooh, I’m looking for Pearl.
They say that he who casts the first stone
Had better take very good aim
Or be left with a guilty conscience
And spend a lifetime dodging the blame.
But they loved you up in Winterland
Like they loved you at Monterey
And as I stood beside your Porsche, mama…
All the beauty, all of the pain.
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Is this a dead-end street?
It all comes down to Port Arthur
Then it flows out to the sea.
I’m just a stone’s throw away
From rockin’ your world
Just a stone’s throw away
Ooh, I’m looking for Pearl.
Yeah, God gave me my own voice
But she must’ve put some devil in me
Or I wouldn’t have run out of my hometown
On a rail that made me scream.
I’m just a stone’s throw away from rockin’ your world
Just a stone’s throw away, my little hometown girl
Just a stone’s throw away
Ooh, I’m looking for Pearl
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2. |
Angel Wings - (2005)
06:44
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Think I’ll go down to the river, and watch it flow around the bend.
If just to cast aside my troubles, from this world of “sink or swim.”
Washed-up promises like driftwood, lies entangled on the shore.
Standing knee deep in the shallows,
I pray to God there must be something more.
Spring-fed water cuts thru granite and carves this canyon in my soul.
Hoping to find a deeper meaning to this emptiness I know.
Standing on the edge, I wonder…just what it is I’m looking for?
Truth is cast in shadows,
I pray to God there must be something more.
I need wisdom and belief,
A little less war and a lot more peace,
A little bit of kindness, if you’re the kind who can keep it real.
I need a warm bed and a friend,
A little less drama and a lot more sense,
A little bit of something to set my spirit free.
Heaven’s sending Angel Wings…
Smooth and graceful Angel Wings.
I was standing at the river, and I saw this boat come around the bend.
Floating gently on the water, carrying my family and my friends.
I went swimming out to meet them and they welcomed me aboard,
As we sailed off in the sunset,
I thank God that there is always something more.
I need comfort and release,
A little less war and a lot more peace,
A little bit of kindness, with the kind who can keep it real.
A soft pillow for my head,
A little less trouble and a lot more friends,
A little bit of something, to put my mind at ease.
I need wisdom in my soul,
A little more rock and a little less roll,
And a little bit of kindness goes a long, long way these days.
I need a warm bed and a friend,
A little less drama and a lot more sense.
And one more thing…
I need you all to pray…
for peace today.
(Don’t you know that love’s okay?)
Heaven’s sending Angel Wings.
Angel Wings…smooth and graceful Angel Wings.
Down to the river…to the river, I will go.
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Outlaw Girl - (2005)
04:41
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I’ve heard that God loves a good singer
But she must’ve put some devil in you
Or maybe it was all of that bullshit
That you put up with in school.
Takin’ 69 down to Port Arthur
Past the prisons and refineries
I guess I went lookin’ for answers
And it seems you were lookin’ for me.
Sad rows of vacant buildings
Broken windows and broken dreams
I’ve only walked a mile in your shoes, baby
But it all hits home with me.
I’m just a stone’s throw away
From rockin’ your world
Just a stone’s throw away
Ooh, I’m looking for Pearl.
They say that he who casts the first stone
Had better take very good aim
Or be left with a guilty conscience
And spend a lifetime dodging the blame.
But they loved you up in Winterland
Like they loved you at Monterey
And as I stood beside your Porsche, mama…
All the beauty, all of the pain.
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Is this a dead-end street?
It all comes down to Port Arthur
Then it flows out to the sea.
I’m just a stone’s throw away
From rockin’ your world
Just a stone’s throw away
Ooh, I’m looking for Pearl.
Yeah, God gave me my own voice
But she must’ve put some devil in me
Or I wouldn’t have run out of my hometown
On a rail that made me scream.
I’m just a stone’s throw away from rockin’ your world
Just a stone’s throw away, my little hometown girl
Just a stone’s throw away
Ooh, I’m looking for Pearl
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Seems I might have lost my way in this world
Battled back from heartache just to lose the girl.
I got one good fight left in me and I’m comin’ on strong
This could be our last chance, baby, I’m holdin’ on.
I can make it, I can make it with you.
With you in my corner, you by my side
With the power of love and the will to survive.
I can make it, I can make it with you.
Seems I might have given up on true romance
Charismatic losers, all they wanna do is dance.
I want a man with a lion’s heart,
I want a man who can hold his own.
Stand up tall, I’ll give you all the love you’ve never known.
I can make it, I can make it with you.
I’ll be in your corner, be by your side
With the power of love and the will to survive.
I can make it, I can make it with you.
Maybe we’ll falter, but baby we’re strong
Give a little bit more than the little we’ve got
I can make it, I can make it with you.
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5. |
Late Bloomers - (2015)
03:30
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Another endless summer
Living on the streets of Shakeytown
We're among the undiscovered,
Not the underground.
In the shadow of the 101,
Looking for that Sunset smile.
Don't you ever get that sinking feeling time ain't on our side?
Ain't never seen an overnight sensation
Coming from a grab-bag situation
I love you from the bottom of my heart.
Baby, can't you feel my heart, it's racing.
We are the phantom generation
Still taking chances...reaching for the stars.
Ooh...late bloomers that we are.
Meet me down in Playa del Rey
We'll sit and watch the jet-set fly away,
Maybe someday ain't so far away as yesterday.
It's like we're sitting in the cheap seats,
And we're bleeding Dodger Blue.
You can't win 'em all, but we are bound to win a few.
Anything good takes time and patience,
Anything that's true is worth the waiting,
So, come here, baby, fall into my arms.
Baby, can't you feel my heart, it's racing,
We are the phantom generation,
Still taking chances...reaching for the stars.
Ooh...late bloomers that we are.
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Written by HIggins/Malteze
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7. |
Haunted - (2015)
02:48
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Lord, take my hand,
and lead me to hope.
Where have all my angels gone?
Lost my religion,
And, I don't know where to go.
Why does redemption take so damn long? (take so long?)
I've been to New England,
And down through the South.
The Great Lakes, The Great Plains,
The Great Smokey Mountains.
And, now I feel haunted
By this land that I love,
given to dust.
I've looked in every corner,
Coast to coast.
And, it seems every time I get close,
My dreams, they all go up in smoke.
Please bring me my heavenly host,
Cause I keep seeing ghosts.
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8. |
Friends - (2005)
04:11
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Got a friend who talks to Jesus
Got a friend who talks to God
Got a friend who likes cats
and a friend who just likes dogs.
Got a friend who shops at Macy’s
and a friend who likes to sew.
Got a friend who blames the government
and a friend that just don’t know.
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the left,
ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the right
Ain’t talkin’ red, black, brown, or white.
Just talkin’ ‘bout people, good people, my friends.
Got a friend who’s got a trust fund
Got a friend who’s always broke
Got a friend who’s taking Zanax
and a friend who just smokes dope.
Got a friend raisin’ a family
and a friend who’s twice divorced
Got a friend who blames the lawyers
and a friend who blames the courts.
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the left,
ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the right
Ain’t talkin’ red, black, brown, or white.
Just talkin’ ‘bout people, good people, my friends.
Me and my friends, yeah, me and my friends
Just sittin’ on a fence, yeah, that’s me and my friends
The grass is sometimes greener and the sky’s not always blue
Spinning ‘round on common ground in someone else’s shoes.
Me and my friends, yeah, me and my friends
Can I get an “Amen” for me and my friends
Can’t squeeze a soul through a pigeonhole
Let the light come from within
I’m talkin’ ‘bout people, good people, my friends.
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9. |
Lullabye - (2015)
03:33
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Twilight suits you well
Shadows and pastels
Violet blends with indigo and slowly starts to melt.
There goes the horizon
Here comes Jupiter
A moment of perfection in this less-than-perfect world
When I was holding on
Holding on...
to you.
Moonlight soft and pale
Stars peek through the veil
A ship floats in the harbor
Can you see it's flowing sails?
It's setting off for Dreamland
You'd best get underway
Please carry my love with you
Upon God's celestial waves
And I'll be holding on
Holding on...
to you.
Always know my love will find you,
You are tethered to my heart.
I will never let you go.
Even if a bitter wind leaves you scared and cold,
you're not alone.
In the morning when you rise
May morning birds stop by
And perch outside your window
Serenade you for awhile.
Dress yourself in happiness,
Set out with a smile,
Remember I am with you
Every moment, every mile.
And I'll keep holding on
Holding on...
I'll be holding on
Holding on...
to you.
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Written by Kevin Higgins
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Hurry Sundown - (2006)
04:49
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Written by Higgins/Maltze
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Written by Kevin Higgins
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13. |
Mary's Airplane - (2004)
03:50
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Written by Kevin Higgins
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14. |
One Good Heart - (2015)
03:47
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Monroe County - (2015)
04:23
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The old Canal slips lazily beneath the willow trees
Where the fields are green all summer and the corn grows oh-so-sweet
Now I am returning to the house my Grandpa built
Why was I so far away the summer he fell ill?
Some other life, some other time across the Monroe County Line.
It’s often said if walls could talk, what stories they could tell
Standing in his kitchen, I recall them all so well
The two of us enjoying lunch with the lilacs all in bloom
I'd share with him my hopes and dreams, he'd say, "Don't grow up too soon."
But I was born with wanderlust, I had to go out in the world
He said, "wherever this life takes you, you’ll always be my little girl.
"May these cornfields always whisper, 'welcome home, welcome home...'"
Kneeling by his graveside, I weep for that dear man
For buried here beneath me now, my roots are in this land.
Some other life, some other time, beyond the Monroe County Line
(Hold me, Monroe County, just once more before I go.
The only one who knows me doesn't live here anymore.)
Some other life, some other time...
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