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Sam Bridges
03:34
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sam bridges burned down to el paso, chasing the sound of speed
long and lean in tight blue jeans, singing baby you got what i need,
but leave me be, leave me be
a king with his crown of cigar smoke, and a golden chevrolet
boy could tell a dirty joke like a catholic cabaret
but anyways, anyways
i don't recall what i saw mr. police man
couldn't say which way he might have gone
last i knew, he was through with monkey business
please excuse me and i'll kindly move along
sun come up all black and blue, sipping on bathtub gin
the holy ghost is tearing through, and he takes the moonlight with him
just play it cool, play it cool
[chorus]
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Tom the Tall
01:56
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tom the tall touches his ceiling
basketballs bouncing in his chest
for sue
sue the small, sheepish and dreamy
atom bombs bursting in her chest
for you
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Misty
03:01
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miss misty was a stoned skinned gal
she didn't stick around in one town for too long, cause too long is too long
she said i'll be gone by morning, don't come looking after me
got to get back to that place i've never been, never been before
t-bone city, up the 215
she traded in her daddy's old packard super 8 sedan for a vincent black shadow machine
she opened him up, some fifty horses hot, foaming at their mouths in a dust cloud headed south on down the devil's backbone, down his crooked legs, "fly away old glory" ringing in her head
i'll be gone by morning, don't come looking after me
got to get back to that place i've never been, never been before
the big magnolia down by buellers pond, in a hand me down sun dress and roper boots, i could go on and on
with my bolt action .22, i'd knock the blossoms down, misty catch them in her skirt before they hit the ground
i'll be gone by morning, don't come looking after me
got to get back to that place i've never been, never been before
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Fog Rolls
03:02
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when the fog rolls in to town
if i knew how to go
twenty years in hollow
goodbye old friends and foe
who and how? who and how?
feed a gizzard to the hounds
and sanctify a crow
let the bogs imbibe me
before i turn to stone
who and how? who and how?
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Old John
04:13
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old john, the queen of harlem’s heart was beat today
she stopped in central park beside the frozen lake
no stone to hold his grave, no stone to hold his name
only the wind will go to see him on his way
no more, no more
tall tales of hidden gold, tall tales of treasure
hidden in the subway tunnels down below somewhere
who knows? who knows?
pup tent on big rock candy mountain
beside the lakes of blackthorn gin.
she lives! she lives!
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