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Hole in the Ground
02:53
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You cut me deep with what you said
So I went looking for a hole in the ground
I just can’t seem to catch my breath
Can’t stand this feeling. Can’t stop the bleeding
I can’t remember what the words were
Just my crying out loud
Now you’re off with your precious brand new freedom
To spread yourself all around
But I don’t wanna see it
So I’m looking for a whole in the ground.
Now you can find another man
Won’t see you coming. Won’t hear a sound.
He’ll have his head down in his hands
And you’ll smile as it happens
His mad assassin
He won’t remember what the words were
Just his crying out loud
Then you’re off with your precious freedom
To spread yourself all around
Just another victim
Laying in a hole in the ground
-BREAK-
No one remembers what the words were
Just the crying out loud
Did you get off on your precious freedom
Now that you spread it around
The day will come, believe me
When the truth comes tracking you down
And you’re the one who’s digging
Just another hole in the ground
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Poor Wichita John
04:04
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Chain smoking in a drainage ditch
Scars on his heart and weight on his chest
Butchers up a pill ‘cause his nerves are shot
Hits that glass pipe ‘till his brain shuts off
Pretty high cotton for Wichita John
Shipped him off to fight in the Middle East
Awful lot of things he wished he’d never seen
Wakes up in a sweat more often than not
So he gets high as a kite ‘till his brain shuts off
Higher than Hell, poor Wichita John
He’s gone away
Long gone
Gone to stay
Turned a kid into a killer in a rich man’s war
Nothing noble or honest to be fighting for
The world doesn’t need another protest song
What we oughtta do is take the rich man out
That’d be fine by Wichita John
Until he’s gone away
Long gone
Gone to stay
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3. |
Mistakes Were Made
03:15
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Mistakes Were Made
Got out of jail in the afternoon
Made my way to the old saloon
Where bindle stiffs and has-been fools
Aren’t required to wear a halo
Got a room across the parking lot
A rotten view, but a place to fall
With a garbage can to bear down on
Try to pull myself together
It isn’t a coincidence
Considering the evidence
Alcohol and fisticuffs
Anyway, mistakes were made
I should’ve stayed in the motel room
But, a slug of bourbon and the screws came loose
I hit the streets like a kicking mule
Went fooling with knobs and levers
Pretty girl with a cocaine tooth
Wouldn't smile but she started to
I jumped the gun when I made my move
but her old man up and lost it
It isn’t a coincidence
Considering the evidence
Alcohol and fisticuffs
Anyway, mistakes were made
About the time that the tires came off
In the middle of a full-on brawl
Somebody hollered that the cops were called
But I kept running my mouth and swinging
I really oughtta think of something new
With other people and a different tune
Try a little harder not to come unglued
Keep my hands tucked in my pockets
It isn’t a coincidence
Considering the evidence
Alcohol and fisticuffs
Anyway, mistakes were made
If there’s any significance
It’s not like I get paid for this
Take a drink, I’ll take a hit
That’s the deal when mistakes were made
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4. |
The Long Yonder
04:12
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I have known sorrow
I have known pain
Fear has been swallowed
Wagers were taken in vain
I know, the Devil remembers my name
Smoke is rising a long way yonder
Hell is coming’
Yes it is.
Time has made me to be humble
Sometimes I’m even afraid
Ain’t no doubt I am haunted
Like somebody’s calling my name
I know - Oh, my soul is just too
far gone now to save
Lights are flashing
The Devil’s grinnin’
Hell is comin’ son
And yonder does come
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Abner Cole New York, New York
Prolific new folk singer/songwriter from NYC.
New album in the works on Blackbird Record Label.
Back in the world again.
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