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Broken Down
03:06
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This bed used to burn like the late August heat
Now I’m shiverin’ in the sheets when you lie next to me
There’s cracks on the walls that are startin’ to show
From that front door slammin’ everytime you go
It’s gonna take a lot more than plaster and paint
To make this old house a home again
It’s black top peeling. This road’s coming undone.
Walls crumblin’; bricks falling one by one
A rusted out truck on the edge of town
This love, this love is broken down.
This love, this love is broken down.
I’ll take the credit where the credit is due
I did a lot of nothing but so did you
Silence speaks volumes, lines have been crossed
Got not reception, the connection is lost
Like a boarded up church with the stained glass gone
We ain’t got a prayer, it’s all over and done
This love...is coming undone. This love...falling one by one
This love....on the edge of town This love….is broken down
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Twenty Something
03:02
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Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford
Thinking love is keeping score
And you’re sleeping on a couch
Cuz you got nothing
Yeah but you don’t give a damn
Oh it’s your world and they’re all just living in it
Twenty Something, for a minute
Thirty something
You don't wait to call her back
They card you and you laugh
Those hangovers just hang on
a little longer
And home ain't your hometown
Just 'cause you got twenty bucks don't mean you spend it
Thirty something for a minute
It’s credit cards, it’s college bars
Then, bugger houses, faster cars
Just, trying to be somebody
But you end up somebody else
Friday nights and whiskey friends to
Second wives and second winds
Just one more candle
Then you tell yourself…
That forty something
Is the new twenty five
You think time is on your side
But in a flash, you’re fifty something
And your old man’s in the mirror
You say you’re young but you’re running out of ways to spin it
Sixty something, in a minute
That eighty something
Is just a number on a page
But all you know is that you don’t know nothing
Cuz you still feel
Twenty Something
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3. |
Die Tryin'
03:19
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Been strumming this six string, since eight years old
Working on some long lost melody
Songs won't pay the bills that's what I've been told
But that never mattered much to me
I'll be standing centre stage at the Ryman or I'll die trying
I've had ups and I've had downs
A lot of give ups and turn arounds
Always got back on that horse and kept on riding
There's been times I've been scared to death
lost my nerve and lost my grip
But I'll reach the top of this mountain that I'm climbing
Or I'll die trying
I was mid set at some mid town bar
She was way out of my league
Before that song was done she had stole my heart
She was the prettiest of thieves
I knew I had to get that girl a diamond
Or I'll die trying
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Not gonna hold back now
And I’m not gonna turn around
I’m staying on this course that I’ve been ridin’
These old boots have come too far
Counted in too many bands
Their worn out soles just feel so satisfyin’
I’ll die tryin’
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This big ol’ solid steering wheel, Has got me in command
Holding straight and true, You can drive with just one hand
Ain’t it true,
They don’t make em like they used to
It’s amazing how these hinges, Hold up this old car door
Probably weighs a hundred pounds, Maybe even more
It’s no wonder
They don’t make em like they used to
Do it right the first time
And it’ll last a lifetime of two
It’s the one thing you can count on
Through the hard times
To get you through
They don’t make em like they used to
When I was just a boy my Grandpa, Had a 6-string on the wall
When he took it down to play, In his hands it looked so small
Boy it’s true
They don’t make em like they used to
And I can still remember the old songs, That he used to play
But you can’t turn on the radio, And hear a song like that today
What a shame
They don’t make em like they used to
Now I’m playing his guitar, driving his old car
Down the same roads that he used to go
But now he’s gone away, and the gravel road’s been paved
And the songs all sound the same in a different tune
They don’t make em like they used to
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5. |
Hard Call
03:31
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6. |
Bad Habit
03:21
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The Dungarees Alberta
A staple in the Canadian country music scene, The Dungarees have a definitive musical mandate- take the undeniable lyrical styling, soaring telecaster and steel guitar inherent in classic country, and inject it with harmony, modern intensity and pop sensibility to make it all their own. ... more
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