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Hitch a Ride
02:49
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Hitch a ride on my wagon
God's country is wide, God's country is wide
doesn't matter if your feet are draggin'
honey there'll be rainbows over canyons
There's no end to this curse
when both of us are withered the sky bursts
we find death and we find rebirth
you can drink lots of whiskey if I don't drink it first
Hitch a ride on my wagon
God's country is wide, God's country is wide
doesn't matter if your feet are draggin'
honey there'll be paintbrush for the pluckin'
Dreamt I saw you on a magic horse
feeding me coffee on a creaking porch
I dreamt that we had it made
but we were just high on fool's lemonade
There's no end to all this work
when both of us are withered the sky bursts
we find death and we find rebirth
you can drink lots of whiskey if it don't drink you first
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Beautiful Prison
03:18
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This moment after the storm
birds have taken swollen forms
Their flock's dark petals merge with light
underneath the newborn baby sky
But I'm stuck in my beautiful prison, my beautiful prison
I can hear them wings a-flappin' from 3 miles away
stuck in my beautiful prison all day
One step away from being white trash
hey shit-bird better clean up your act!
‘Cause you don't really own anything in this world
I wanna be the master of my own universe
But I'm stuck in my beautiful prison, my beautiful prison
I can hear them wings a-flappin' from 3 miles away
stuck in my beautiful prison all day
Sometimes I find a little peace of mind
where the sticks and leaves they have no roving eyes
It don't matter how you feel
how deep you dig none of this is real
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Idiot Lights
02:28
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If you've got a good thing don't let it slip away
if you've got a good thing don't let it slip away
She could have been your queenie, oh but she's a million miles away
If you've got a good thing don't let it slip away
Stranded in needles, she's talking in riddles
stranded in needles, she's talking in riddles
the burnt perfume of this bleedin' rig; hit the deck I think I'm gonna wig!
If you've got a good thing don't let it slip away
Broken bones, twisted steel
broken bones, twisted steel
it's all behind me like a real bad meal
if you've got a good thing don't fall asleep at the wheel
I once saw a wedding on a stormy day
I once saw a wedding on a stormy day
the groom didn't hold on tight enough to the bride and she blew away
if you've got a good thing don't let it blow away
Idiot lights, idiot lights
idiot lights shining all night long
like a bitter song, all night long, into the dawn
If you've got a good thing don't let it slip away!
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Clumsy Kiss
04:25
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I did not mean to shatter your faith
you can build the first church in outer space
you can go to Paris and work for a firm
you can do anything you want, babe but it might make me squirm
No expectations, no laughs with the girl from paradise past
she's playing patty-cake with the devil
and the ghost from paradise past
My passionflower, my passion killer
I'm very sorry darlin' wouldn't let me deliver
you asked me to marry, you slipped a hot strawberry
over my finger like a wedding ring
I went to visit the rainy woman
she read me my fortune and she cooked me dinner
her tent flap closed as the stars did hiss
I anointed your mischief with a clumsy kiss
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5. |
Slow Diablo
03:00
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Instrumental
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Sad Mountain
04:09
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Happiness hijacked
hardly do we ever turn the other cheek
An eye for an eye what is that smell
and why do we put each other through hell
When between us our heart should be big enough
to sail this sweet ship I think we had enough
She called me from heaven on a cellular phone
beyond that sad mountain of steel and bones
Yes between us our heart should be big enough
big enough
Such a reverence for the dust
he held his hand just like a cup
An eye for an eye what is that smell
and why do we put each other through hell
When between us our heart should be big enough
to sail this sweet ship I think we had enough
She called me from heaven on a cellular phone
beyond that sad mountain of steel and bones
Yes between us our heart should be big enough
big enough
Roses bloom on a canyon floor
they bloom without ending, without a cure
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Santa Rosa Plums
04:00
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Sat and listened to the rain on the barn
watched a salamander escape from harm
Sun was gone but I did not care
I was hunkered down with the ploughman's daughter
I can see, I can see you're givin' up on me, givin' up on me
and I can smell the Santa Rosa plums rottin' in the sun, rottin' in the sun
Let this be a warning to you don't put a farmer on standby
'cause farmers get snaky when their soft fruit gets ripe
farmers get snaky when their soft fruit gets ripe
In the darkness of the barn
you reached out to me with your eyes and your arms
We were bound for waterfalls
I was feeling like an old man, had to lean on my shovel to stand
I watched a bull chase a calf up a hill that strayed
couldn't find no safety in the liveoak shade
We were bound for waterfalls
I was feeling like an old man, had to lean on my shovel to stand
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Gift Horse
04:26
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Shallow, shallow, deep, deep, deep
I love to watch her when she's fast asleep
The deep is for keeps the shallow is for fun
you got to count your blessings before they're gone
Because the deep is for keeps the shallow is for fun
I thought you were the one
Skip a stone for me my little Lucy
I feel lucky to be with thee
She said I'll buy you horses and we'll start a little farm
and my golden wings will shield you from any harm
Tremendous peaches, it's been a good year
forgive me darlin' I was wet behind the ears
When I looked that gift horse in the eye I could not help but cry
Because the deep is for keeps the shallow is for fun
I thought you were the one
Skip a stone for me my little Lucy
I feel lucky to be with thee
She's not just another flash in the stream
there's so many secrets she hasn't told me
but she's told me enough and I'll let it be
and skip the perfect stone for Lucy
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9. |
Fine Suede
04:01
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Gas men on radios in widow women's canyon
every bush has burrs and thorns, it's a maze of cattle guards
The wind sneaks through the pack rat holes, where Benito grinds his teeth
nightmare sweat and chiggers tear at his paper sleep
Oh, but you really gotta love it man
sittin' sidesaddle on the can
playin' hard in a kitchen band
You gotta laugh or be damned!
Seen every bad western this lonesome coal town has
fought over the easy chair, tore that damn thing in half
Eleven men and one woman in a tarpaper shack
any fool around this town can realize the math
Are you fine fine suede or the toughest leather ever made?
'Cause life is gonna rub you man, life is gonna rub you man
First one up is Dulce, she's got a lazy eye
she wakes me up with bacon and eggs and her green chili pie
She says life should be a simple thing, to build a house of mud and straw
we're pushin' up the canyon in the cold widow dawn
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Mole In The Ground
05:18
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I wish I were a mole in the ground
I wish I were a mole in the ground
mole in the ground I would root that mountain down
I wish I were a mole in the ground.
Kimpy wants a nine-dollar shawl
Kimpy wants a nine-dollar shawl
I come over the hill with a forty-dollar bill
she says darlin' where ya been so long?
Well I've been in the pen so long
I've been in the pen so long
been in the pen with the rough and rowdy men
well I've been in the pen so long.
And I don't like a railroad man
I don't like a railroad man
‘cause a railroad man he will kill you when he can
and drink up your blood like wine.
Wish I were a lizard in the spring
wish I were a lizard in the spring
lizard in the spring I would hear my darlin' sing
wish I were a lizard in the spring.
Oh, Kimpy let your hair roll down
Kimpy let your hair roll down
let your hair roll down and your bangs all curl around.
Kimpy let your hair roll down.
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Vines ripe and left, bright orange fruit to see
public came but they left over half for me
Diesel's cold but ether helps a glow form
she starts right up, ready to wipe it clean
That's when I can't, I can't forget to be
thankful, thankful to Thee
That's when I can't, I can't forget to be
thankful, thankful to Thee
I've got 40 acres of regret to see
profit loss has been on show for free
But with the moisture right in the morning light
hydraulic lifts up the three-point hitch
Some carve faces, some carve them desperately
put a candle inside as if that were really life
I leave them blank to sit so quietly
expecting nothing, never turning away
Drop the disc down onto a level ground
watch it churn like an ocean gone brown
Pumpkin leaves and tendrils turning under me
an empty slate, ready for the cold
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Hurt
03:36
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Why can't the whores blow the dandelions?
Why do the girls always pass me by?
Why can't the whores blow the dandelions?
Why do the girls always pass me by?
I was hurt in an unusual way
I was hurt in an unusual way
I was hurt, hurt in an unusual way
I was hurt in an unusual way
Excuse me son why ain't your apron on?
Excuse me son I'm gonna get sick on you.
Excuse me son why ain't your apron on?
Angelic pig gristle is gonna land on you.
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13. |
Meet Me
03:20
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I reeled when I saw her, saw her today
plum blossoms pointed, pointed me the way
Meet me where I stand, meet me in the sand
The moon was a canvas stretched out across the sea
shining on the savage delight in you and me
Meet me where I stand, meet me in the sand
Captain Kidd came rolling ‘cross Tarpaulin Cove
lookin' for the brothel and a place to spend his gold
Meet me where I stand, meet me in the sand
He said “I'll take you places, I'll take you very far
freer than a bird and guided by the stars”
Meet me where I stand, meet me in the sand
So I yelled at the shepherd and I scared off her flock
“My life here ain't nothing and I'm stuck upon this rock!”
Meet me where I stand, meet me in the sand
She said “You're quiet in the fields you are not here with me
Tell me something darlin', anything... please…”
Meet me where I stand, meet me in the sand
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14. |
Diablo Waltz
15:37
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instrumental
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Boris McCutcheon Dixon, New Mexico
Mother Ditch (2001) When We Were Big (2003) Turbulent Amusement (live) (2004) Cactusman vs the Blue Demon (2006) Lost Sessions and B-Sides (2006) Bad Road, Good People (2008) Wheel of Life (2010)Utrecht (live) (2011)Boris McCutcheon Sings the Songs of Townes Van Zandt (2012)Might Crash! (2013)I’m Here Let Me In (2017)• 2004 Boston Music Awards best male singer songwriter• 2004 ... more
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