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Like This Everywhere
06:18
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There’s a man, in New Orleans
He walks with a cane and a gun
His family, there’re from Southeastern Texas
They might as well be dead and gone
He shuffles through the narrow alley
Until he finds his love
And he pulls a fistful from his front shirt pocket
And a belt, to tie his arm up
Lord, is it like this everywhere?
Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there?
‘Cause I don’t know how to live in this world
There’s a woman in New York City
She sets her own hours at work
She hollers and she struts and boy, she sure looks pretty
But it ain’t as easy as it looks
She’ll land a man, one that’s lonely
With just a little bit of luck
And he’ll use her to make himself happy
But a girl, she gotta make a buck
Lord, is it like this everywhere
Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there?
‘Cause I don’t know how to live in this world
(solo)
There’s a man in ol’ Saint Louie
He’s got a face like mine
He walks and he talks and he breaths just like me
The same, even side-by-side
He drinks and he drinks and he drinks and he drinks
He drinks until his head it feels fine
My wife and my family, they all love me
But even they know that it’s time
Lord, is it like this everywhere
Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there?
‘Cause I don’t know how to live in this world
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2. |
What Was Right
05:44
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I’ve been rentin’ motels on the highway
Sleepin’ on top of my covers at night
I’ve been ramblin’ from place-to-place
Stayin’ in towns with sorrow in their name
I’ve been gamblin’ what was left me away
Placin’ all of my money on black
Damn that coal and damn that gold
And damn those hands that have a hand to hold
Damn the look on their face
And damn these lows and damn these highs
And damn that sun for castin’ so much light
And damn the way the ocean tastes
And damn you for doin’ what was right
I’ve been eatin’ all my food through a window
I never have any dishes to do
I been washin’ all my clothes I can’t outgrow
Watchin’ them spin through a window at the Laundromat
I been dancin’ workin’ on my Tango
Like a pair or scissors missin’ a blade
Damn that coal and damn that gold
And damn those hands that have a hand to hold
Damn the look on their face
And damn these lows and damn these highs
And damn that sun for castin’ so much light
And damn the way the ocean tastes
And damn you for doin’ what was right
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3. |
Before I Quit It
04:48
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There’s somethin’ wrong with the chemicals
I should be sideways and outta’ my mind, outta’ my mind
Instead I’m feelin’ the temperature
And it’s starting to feel like a sign, from the pines
There’s nothing wrong with this world, that I ain’t tried
I used to be the man that my momma made
But now I ain’t, don’t you think I tried, I tried
I never met a lust that I can’t persuade
To take me out for a mighty fine time, a mighty fine time
There’s nothing wrong with this world, I ain’t tried
I know I been a real bad boy
I see the sins I’ve committed
I feel the flame callin’ me ahoy
To take this life back before I quit it
There used to be a hand to hold on to
That’s when I was the marryin’ kind, the marryin’ kind
Out the window with my dreams and the wind that blew
I ain’t ever saved a dime, in my life
There’s nothing wrong with this world, that I ain’t tried
There’s nothing wrong with this world, I ain’t tried
I know I been a real bad boy
I see the sins I’ve committed
I feel the flame callin’ me ahoy
To take this life back before I quit it
I know I been a real bad boy
I see the sins I’ve committed
I feel the flame callin’ me ahoy
To take this life back before I quit it
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4. |
The Good Kind
04:13
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Have you ever had to give your dog to the pound?
Or split your last dyin’ dollar between four mouths?
Have you ever had to pawn your ring and your chain?
Or packed the car for another smaller home again?
I know that there’s gonna be changes
I know there’s bound to be a line
I know that life comes in stages
But I hope, but I hope, I hope
For the good kind
Have you ever spent your whole day lookin’ for work?
Or stayed in bed because of the effort it took?
Or have you ever been in so deep that it hurt?
You worked your whole damn life for these kinds of perks?
I know that there’s gonna be changes
I know there’s bound to be a line
I know that life comes in stages
But I hope, but I hope, I hope
For the good kind
Cardboard signs are tellin’ stories
You see ‘em on the freeway all the time
They’re all askin’ do you have somethin’ for me
But they hope, but they hope, they hope
For the good kind
I know that there’s gonna be changes
I know there’s bound to be a line
I know that life comes in stages
But I hope, but I hope, I hope
For the good kind
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Nicholas St. James St. Louis, Missouri
"If Bob Dylan and Tom Waits were the same person, they'd write songs like Nicholas St. James."
-Ed Danger, American Roots Magazine
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