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My baby left me for the north country
Where the wintry wind does blow
Oh I wait at home, where time has never passed so slowly
Way down south in North Carolina
Where the moon hangs bright and low
Oh, I move the days along, workin’ my fingers to the bone
I’ll be a’waitin when you come on home, home to me
I’ve kept the fires burnin’ way down low
Oh come home to me
The days are shorter and the nights are long
The hours go crawlin’ by
Oh hang my head and cry
How I’m longin’ for my darlin’
I keep on listenin’ for our key in the door
While I drive myself insane
Oh in my arms once more
The world will be set right again
I’ll be a’waitin when you come on home, home to me
I’ve kept the fires burnin’ way down low
Oh come home to me
My baby left me for the north country
Where the wintry wind does blow
Oh I wait at home, where time has never passed so slowly
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The Nail
03:13
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Why don’t you go ahead and grab your shovel
Finish that beer and grab another
And get your ass outside and dig a hole
A hole big enough for little ol’ me
2 foot wide by 3 foot deep
Cos this constant misery is gettin’ old
You’re never ever home and when you are
What was once a happy home becomes a bar
When I think about the end and boy I think about it often
I can’t decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin
We’re a twelver in and doin’ shots
Cursin’ God and castin’ lots
Why don’t you get your ass outside and dig a hole
Find your bottle if you’re able
Drink your ass under the table
The whole damn thing has gone unstable like you are
You’re never ever home and when you are
What was once a happy home becomes a bar
When I think about the end and boy I think about it often
I can’t decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin
I ain’t your last you ain’t my first
You can’t decide which fact is worse
Why don’t you get your ass outside and dig a hole
This headache’s gonna break my heart
The hand break broke and the truck won’t start
You got me playin’ the dead man’s card, dear lord
You’re never ever home and when you are
What was once a happy home becomes a bar
When I think about the end and boy I think about it often
I can’t decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin
I can’t decide which one of us will be the nail in this here coffin
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Heal Me
03:08
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There’s a hole in my heart ain’t nothin’ here can fill
But I just keep thinkin’ surely the whiskey will
And if I keep on drinkin’ ‘til daybreak finds my windowsill
Surely the whiskey will
I got a hole in my heart
Cos I been doin’ wrong
My whole lifelong I’ve had a bad feeling
I got a wound so deep inside me my whole lifetime
Ain’t enough time
To heal me
There’s a fever in my bones no man-made medicine can cure
But I just keep thinkin’ surely the whiskey will
And if I keep on drinkin’ ’til daybreak stops the whippoorwill
Surely the whiskey will
I got a hole in my heart
Cos I been doin’ wrong
My whole lifelong I’ve had a bad feeling
I got a wound so deep inside me my whole lifetime
Ain’t enough time
To heal me
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Sidelong
04:10
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I came here to be all alone
To drink away my troubles on my own
Nobody knows me in this place
I’m just another lost and lonesome face
And I ain’t known for takin’ chances
But I been catchin’ all your long, sidelong glances
I didn’t come here to be seen
But I can feel your eyes burning holes in me
And maybe I’ve wanted you
For a long, long lonely time, too
And I ain’t known for takin’ chances
But I been catchin’ all your long, sidelong glances
I don’t need nobody to set my world on fire
I’d rather die all alone than settle for a liar
If I let myself take a chance on you and step on the wire
I’ll be steppin’ sidelong
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No Name
03:06
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Many moons ago before the west was won
And the law was just the youngest man with the fastest gun
I was the tyrant of the desert, the sultan of the plains
With a golden palomino for the golden suzerain
I didn’t ride with Shotgun Betty, didn’t ride with Jesse James
I didn’t ride with wanted outlaws, didn’t ride with outlaw gangs
You’ll never find my name though you may look
For my name is only found in the Devil’s book
I leave a wake of death behind me a thousand miles wide
A thousand rivers of blood and tears the dying cried
I remember every plea for mercy begged in vain
I am the Great Separator and the instrument of pain
I didn’t ride with Shotgun Betty, didn’t ride with Jesse James
I didn’t ride with wanted outlaws, didn’t ride with outlaw gangs
You’ll never find my name though you may look
For my name is only found in the Devil’s book
I was the tyrant of the desert, the sultan of the plains
With a golden palomino for the golden suzerain
I’ve killed more living souls than the Devil can claim
And I’ll kill a thousand more because I have no name
I didn’t ride with Shotgun Betty, didn’t ride with Jesse James
I didn’t ride with wanted outlaws, didn’t ride with outlaw gangs
You’ll never find my name though you may look
For my name is only found in the Devil’s book
You’ll never find my name
You’ll never find my name
You’ll never find my name
For my name is only found in the Devil’s book
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Dwight Yoakam
03:40
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I’m drinkin’ water tonight cause I drank all the whiskey this morning
Drank the whiskey this morning cos my baby, she ain’t comin’ home
Drinkin’ water tonight cos I drank all the whiskey this morninh
Last night she went up to the bar
Said she met some big country star
She said he likes to make love when he’s smokin’
And he don’t walk around like he’s broken
And he sings just like Dwight Yoakam
My baby she left me she took all her things when she went
Left me standin’ out in the rain and didn’t look back
Drinkin’ water tonight cos I drank all the whiskey this mornin’
She left me nothin’ but heartache and tears
She took every last one of my good years
She said he likes to make love when he’s smokin’
And he don’t walk around like he’s broken
And he sings just like Dwight Yoakam
Drinkin’ water tonight cos I drank all the whiskey this mornin’
Drank the whiskey this morning cos my baby, she ain’t comin’ home
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Misery Without Company
02:59
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This old world ain’t been kind to me
And no matter how I try I can’t seem to change my stars
And though they shine bright they only bring me misery
Misery without company
I’m fixin’ to dry out tomorrow
I’m fixin’ to dry out tomorrow
But for now the only thing keepin’ my chin up is this bottle
This life of mine is out to do me in
It lies in wait up ahead at every turn
If I started thinkin’ that I could take it on and win
It would only prove that I’ll never learn
I’m fixin’ to dry out tomorrow
I’m fixin’ to dry out tomorrow
But for now the only thing keepin’ my chin up is this bottle
The weight of finding out there is no cure
For every moment up ’til now I’ve lived before
I will carry with me to a lonely grave
Misery without company
Misery without company
I’m fixin’ to dry out tomorrow
I’m fixin’ to dry out tomorrow
I’m fixin’ to dry out tomorrow
But for now the only thing keepin’ my chin up is this bottle
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Solitary Confinement
02:41
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Sure wish I could forgive you as quickly
As it seems you can forget me
But I got this feelin’ it’ll take me some time
There’s only one thing to do and that’s to drink you off my mind
I keep on thinkin’ that it’s over so move on
And that you ain’t so great so why hold on
I guess you meant more to me than even I knew at the time
There’s only one thing to do and that’s to drink you off my mind
So I’m gettin’ wasted in the corner of a bar
I know for sure you never go to
And I’m gonna drink Kentucky whiskey ’til I’m fucked up to the point that there’s no damn chance of me
Tryin’ to drive to your place
The way that I been livin’ is a sin
And I wish they’d come and haul me off to prison
Ain’t no way that it can be that much different
Than this solitary confinement you got me in
So I’m gettin’ wasted in the corner of a bar
I know for sure you never go to
And I’m gonna drink Kentucky whiskey ’til I’m fucked up to the point that there’s no damn
chance of me
Tryin’ to drive to your place
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One more dance with the Devil
One more shot of whiskey
One more heapin’ dose of trouble
One more sad, sad song
It’s always only just one more
I don’t know what I leave the light on for
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
One more one night stand
One more upper in my hand
One more make it a double
One more bridge to burn
It’s always only just one more
I don’t know what I leave the light on for
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
One more ain’t gonna hurt you none
One more means you’re never done
One more day without sun
One more sad, sad song
It’s always only just one more
I don’t know what I leave the light on for
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
Nothin’ feels right but doin’ wrong anymore
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Fuck Up
03:21
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It’s hard to wake up in the mornin’ when I just crawled into bed
With bad memories and alcohol swimming in my head
My mama used to tell me to buck up
I guess I’m just too much of a fuck up
I can’t cry myself to sleep so I drink myself to death
I got cocaine in my bloodstream and whiskey on my breath
Ain’t a thing that I can change to get my luck up
I guess I’m just too much of a fuck up
If you tell me what it is that makes your life worth livin’
I’ll be obliged to find a single damn that I’ll be givin’
With the cards that I been dealt I can’t win to save my life
I’m lousy in a fist fight even if I have a knife
Ain’t a thing that I can change to get my luck up
God never makes mistakes he just makes fuck ups
If you tell me what it is that makes your life worth livin’
I’ll be obliged to find a single damn that I’ll be givin’
Ain’t a thing that I can change to get my luck up
God never makes mistakes he just makes fuck ups
Well I guess I’m just too much of a fuck up
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Make It Up To Mama
02:45
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Well I went all the places Mama told me not to go
And I did all the things that Mama told me not to do
And I found all the women you’d be crazy to take home
But I’m gonna make it up to Mama
With this Mother/Heart tattoo
I’m gonna make it
Make it up to Mama
I’m gonna make it
Make it up to Mama
Well I killed a man for lookin’ at me wrong
And buried my friend for tryin’ to talk me down
And I wasted my inheritance on hookers and booze
But I’m gonna make it up to Mama
With this Mother/Heart tattoo
I’m gonna make it
Make it up to Mama
I’m gonna make it
Make it up to Mama
Mama don’t you know that I am sorry for the way I let you down
You done right by me the best you can, somehow I still turned out like my old man
I’m gonna make it
Make it up to Mama
I’m gonna make it
Make it up to Mama
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12. |
Road That Leads To You
02:36
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I’m driving down this highway and I’m doing mighty well
Staying in between the lines as best as I can tell
There’s just one thing on my mind
I’m drinking beer and seeing stars and smoking cigarettes
Passing mighty city lights and trying to forget
Everything that’s on my mind
Ain’t no road I like as well as the road that leads to you
Ain’t no road I’m bound for hell gonna travel with the way that I do
Travel with the way that I do
I tried to hide my feelings but I find I can’t pretend
I wanna love you till the day I die until the bitter end
There’s just one thing on my mind
I had you at hello you had me standing at my door
Watching as you drove away and wondering what for
I didn’t wanna go back inside
Ain’t no road I like as well as the road that leads to you
Ain’t no road I’m bound for hell gonna travel with the way that I do
Travel with the way that I do
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Sarah Shook & the Disarmers Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Sarah Shook & The Disarmers are a country band with a sneer, a bite, and no apologies. Shook's original songs take on the usual country spin on shitty relationships, bad decisions, and excessive alcohol consumption for damn good reasons.
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