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Empty Bottle
04:14
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Well the Lord He’s gonna come down, gonna come down to save
Save us from damnation, save us by grace
By His mercy, his mercy and grace
Said I’m going down, going down to see my Lord
Down upon y knees to see my Lord
You know I’ve seen that sunshine but I ain’t seen the Son
The one who saved a dying man, who walked upon the flood
Walked upon, walked upon the flood
Said I’m going down, going down to see my Lord
Down upon y knees to see my Lord
With the empty bottle on the cold cold floor is where I rest my head
If it weren’t for that friend of mine
I might as well be dead, might as well, might as well be dead
Said I’m going down, going down to see my Lord
Down upon y knees to see my Lord
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2. |
Ain't Made of Money
04:05
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Gonna ride that train, gonna ride it slow
until the state line passes by
Gonna drink that bottle, gonna drink it down
until the memories fade away.
Well, out West is where that war was won
see, I've been fighting my whole damn life
So, I raise my flag
and I pack my bags - 'bye, bye.'
Said I ain't made of money
honey you oughta know by now
and I ain't gonna love you
with you running all over town.
So, I head out East for the city
I'm gonna find me a cup of time
you're gonna wake some day and wished I'd stayed
but, the train is too far gone.
Said I ain't made of money
honey you oughta know by now
and I ain't gonna love you
with you running all over town.
Well, you've been calling my name
from dusk til dawn, still seems like you care
But I played your games and you're still the same
so I'm reaching for my gun
Said I ain't made of money
honey you oughta know by now
and I ain't gonna love you
with you running all over town.
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3. |
War In My Soul
06:04
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Well there’s a war in my soul, yeah there’s a war in my soul
And nobody knows, nobody knows, knows that there’s a war in my soul
Oh devil let me be
There’s a hurt going round, yeah there’s a hurt going round
And everybody knows, everybody knows, knows that there’s a hurt going round
Cause you can feel it when you bleed
And you can hear it in the breeze
You can see it in the cemetery trees, trees, trees
Oh Father let us be
Saying oh Lord what are we fighting for?
Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh my, am I out of my mind?
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
There’s a love who done me wrong, yeah a girl who done me wrong
Always sang the same goddamn song
Everytime that she done wrong
Oh Mama let me be
Saying oh Lord what are we fighting for?
Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh my, am I out of my mind?
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
There’s a girl on my mind, yeah there’s a girl on my mind
She gives me sweet loving time to time
Oh this girl on my mind
She’s gonna set me free
Saying oh Lord what are we fighting for?
Oh Lord, oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh my, am I out of my mind?
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord
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4. |
Would You Write?
04:09
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Sharp, sharp grind your teeth
You don’t have to stay up this…
Time, time ain’t always good
Ever since I was a little bitty kid
And I say...
Would you write me if I was lost at sea
Or am I gonna drown Lord, gonna drown?
Take these riches that you gave to me
Now I’m coming home, now I’m coming home
Down, down. Down went the bottle mama
It nearly killed your little boy
Oh these crimes, crimes oh they’re leading me away
Guess I was guilty from the very, very start
And I say...
Would you write me if I was lost at sea
Or am I gonna drown Lord, gonna drown?
Take these riches that you gave to me
Now I’m coming home, now I’m coming home
Lies, lies. Oh them dirty lies
They kept me moving like those eastern sands
I’m sorry mama that they made you cry
But they are the sins that have mad me a man
And I say...
Would you write me if I was lost at sea
Or am I gonna drown Lord, gonna drown?
Take these riches that you gave to me
Now I’m coming home, now I’m coming home
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5. |
Never Knew My Name
02:31
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I spent the devil's gold on whiskey and wine
it chipped my heart and soul til there was nothing right
But, I ain't gonna cry no more.
Go on and scream and shout, go on, curse my name
Tell all the pretty ones oh, that I was to blame.
But, I ain't blaming you no more.
Cause you don't even know my name...
Cause all along, all along you were so far gone
so, I'd rather be laying
yea, I'd rather be laying alone
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