1. |
Restless Legs
05:44
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Fire up the coffee
For I've found that feeling
Floating through my bones
The need to flee
All that static
And electronic hum
Sometimes all it takes is sunshine
Other times I find myself miles from home
Sea oats, palms, or pine
Find the itch to ride
And no telling where I'll roam
I've got a case of the restless legs
Tireless wandering through my head
If you catch my roaming around town to town
It's these restless legs pulling me around
Once outside and again feeling free
A sudden change in priority
Everywhere to go
No place to be
And I'd walk till I died if it weren't for
All them memories
The thought of my home and all my friends
They begin to turn me around again
I've got a case of the restless legs
Tireless wandering through my head
If you catch my roaming around town to town
It's these restless legs pulling me around
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2. |
Up In The Mountains
04:57
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when i got word from my old friend
we were headed to the mountains again
had a dead end job at a water street bar
waiting for my shift to begin
but we lit on down the freeway
assorted bottles within arms reach
i began to forget my date at the bar
with the mop bucket and bottle of bleach
by the time we made it to greensboro
i had already been fired
my mind was fixed on whiskey drinking
with old friends around a fire
up in the mountains
where the whiskey flows
quick around a fire while the time creeps slow
up turn bottles in the name of jamestown
shooting the shit as we pass them around
slid down that driveway to find a serene and ice cold stream
the frigid water would chill our beer and keep our souls free and at ease
the aromas rise of southern smoked pig and weed in the air
deep in the cut we carried on free from worry and our cares
those who made it to sun down help ready the fire
talking story and telling lies as we hand the guitars around
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3. |
Full Time
02:37
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first time he saw her
he was sitting there in church
he sat down next to her
in that pretty sunday skirt
he knew he loved that woman
he'd never be the same
she be his full time loving woman
his full time ball and chain
she don't smoke marijuana
she don't drink whiskey too
she don't need beer from a bottle
she don't do the things i do
they don't always see eye to eye
that's mainly due to height
and if you're getting out of line
be ready for a fight
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4. |
Her Fire
03:01
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it may burn with a fury wild
other times a gentle glow
but surely without it
all thats left
is dark and cold
brought light on so many days
shined so true
the lost at sea
follow it to the shore
starts my cigarettes
burns away the cold
keeps me from growing old
and though it has been a while
surely i'll find
that wild glow
i caught in your eye
after closing time
long ago
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5. |
Road To Sequoia
03:11
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there's an old stretch of highway
winding down from sequoia
rolls right past a ramshackle lodge
the fireplace is going
the owners boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend
tend the bar and do the cookin'
they fight about who brews the best coffee
and who's a better lover
yeah, things get weird while you roam
the road doesn't care what you're after
you can't always see round the bend
could be clear skies and green pastures
or a white knuckle ride to the end
bill he used to race stock cars
up until the wreck
rich has been hitching his way through the country
still hasn't found his home yet
the road brought them to sequoia
searching for the same old flame
they fight about who brews the best coffee
and who's a better lover
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hobos don't call it camping
when sleeping out in the trees
it's just the human condition
that makes us yearn to be free
i throw my worries in the wind
and get to wanderin' again
i want to get under dark skies
away from big city lights
where the stars are burning real bright
i'll be feeling alright
i'm not sure i'm meant to live this way
all boxed into these neat little places
some days i really dont mind
but today i'm looking for them open spaces
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7. |
Fly On One Wing
03:08
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sitting in the corner
of this tiny little bar
trying to think of what songs to sing
he said it doesn't matter
is the song in a key
start playing he'll know just what play
so pour him another shooter
he'll be out back looking for weed
life ain't always far or easy
and you can't always fly on one wing
take a break for a smoke
he's out cracking jokes
and one liners between songs
with that guitar in his hand
there wasn't a damn thing funny
the way he could play
so pour him another shooter
he'll be out back looking for weed
life ain't always far or easy
and you can't always fly on one wing
life ain't always far or easy
it's just another song in a key
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8. |
Tongue Tied
04:25
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it's the sight of her eyes
that will make you crave more
summon the bar keep
another stiff pour
drink up some courage and roll the dice
but you drop a line where hello would suffice
the words stall and sputter as you stand there beside her
like a stick shift with a first timer behind the wheel
terribly tongue tied
the well dressed drunk
is talking to loud
explaining all the easy success
that he's found
assures me his father owns this town
says the girls are easy when the money's around
asks for my name as i stare through the wall
terribly tongue tied
toward the likes of that man
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9. |
Southern Seas
05:01
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black flags fly
ocean's on the rise
winds batter the sea from blue into white
fishermen pull out their boats
lose a days pay
find the cheapest booze around
and drink the day away
an early start as they brace for the storm
we sit on the porch
our eyes toward the sky
black clouds upon us
the dogs start to whine
we watch silent and mystified
but oh so calm
meanwhile the acting weatherman
flails about frantically
beer cans and thunder crack in harmony
everyone hoping we make out alright
as we take in Her show through the night
when summer falls down to southern seas
carolina will be calling out to me
when summer falls down to southern seas
carolina calls out to me
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10. |
Break In The Sky
05:11
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theres an old stretch of highway
winding down from sequoia
rolls right past a ramshackle lodge
the fireplace is going
the owners boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend
tend the bar and do the cookin'
they fight about who brews the best coffee
and who's a better lover
yeah, things get weird while you roam
the road doesn't care what you're after
you can't always see round the bend
could be clear skies and green pastures
or a white knuckle ride to the end
bill he used to race stock cars
up until the wreck
rich has been hitching his way through the country
still hasn't found his home yet
the road brought them to sequoia
searching for the same old flame
they fight about who brews the best coffee
and who's a better lover
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The Turkey Buzzards Morro Bay, California
Dylan Nicholson (Greensboro, NC) and Eric Patterson (Lodi, CA) formed The Turkey Buzzards with a shared interest in the simple storytelling of classic and outlaw country.
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