1. |
Without You
04:44
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Never thought, you wouldn’t be here with me
Not something, I thought I’d ever see
When I heard that you got sick
Like a candle without a wick
My life would be so dark, without you
Without you, there’d be no you and me
Without you, I’m not sure what I’d be
It’s hard to hide the tears
When I think I might be here
Without you, without you
Don’t want you, to leave me all alone
Call you but you won’t pick up the phone
Need you right here next to me,
Need you right here can’t you see
That I would be a wreck, without you
Without you, there’d be no you and me
Without you, I’m not sure what I’d be
It’s hard to hide the tears
When I think I might be here
Without you, without you
[Lead]
Without you, there’d be no you and me
Without you, I’m not sure what I’d be
It’s hard to hide the tears
When I think I might be here
Without you, without you
If you leave, I’ll drink a little more
If you leave, I’ll wait here by the door
For you to come back to me,
Oh baby can’t you see
This house is not a home, without you
Without you, there’d be no you and me
Without you, I’m not sure what I’d be
It’s hard to hide the tears
When I think I might be here
Without you, without you
Without you, without you
Without you, without
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2. |
Leaving for Ohio
03:58
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She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
Her momma’s gonna cry-O
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
Her momma’s gonna cry-O
She’s leaving for Ohio
Not a little girl anymore
Time to leave your room and head out the door
Away from the place that you call home
Know we’re always there, just pick up the phone
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
Her momma’s gonna cry-O
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
Her momma’s gonna cry-O
She’s leaving for Ohio
This was what we’d always planned
The time has come, we can’t look back
Now it’s all, happened too fast
Just slow down, try and make it last
[Lead]
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
Her momma’s gonna cry-O
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
She’s leaving for Ohio
Her daddy’s gonna cry-O
She’s leaving for Ohio
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3. |
Walnut Lane
03:56
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Looks like any other tree lined street
We knew what was going on behind the scenes
Come on bye any time of day
See you coming, a mile away
Rich white kids cross the county line
Looking to score another dime
Up to the window give you three to go
Another little secret that the folks won’t know
Just took a ride down to Walnut Lane
When I drove bye it still looked the same
Reminds of all the things we used to do
Take your money and they’d run inside
Back with the baggie, you’re ready to fly
Seems back then we had a different point of view
Ten bucks gets you all that you need
Don’t have to worry about a mouth to feed
Glad you’re not on the other side
No idea what it’s like to survive
Street like this near every hood
Kids not doing what they should
Dealin’ right there in broad daylight
Never seemed to be a cop in sight
Just took a ride down to Walnut Lane
When I drove bye it still looked the same
Reminds of all the things we used to do
Take your money and they’d run inside
Back with the baggie, you’re ready to fly
Seems back then we had a different point of view
[Lead]
Just took a ride down to Walnut Lane
When I drove bye it still looked the same
Reminds of all the things we used to do
Take your money and they’d run inside
Back with the baggie, you’re ready to fly
Seems back then we had a different point of view
Just took a ride down to Walnut Lane
When I drove bye it still looked the same
Reminds of all the things we used to do
Take your money and they’d run inside
Back with the baggie, you’re ready to fly
Seems back then we had a different point of view
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4. |
Natalie
05:16
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Beauty queen
Always made a scene
In later years still beating back the men
Doting wife
Long rich life
Guess good things always have to end
Where have you gone my Natalie
Left behind are your paintings and memories
Where have you gone my Natalie
Left behind are your paintings and memories
Came back home
To northeast cold
Ended up all for the best
Snow fell down
In her hometown
On the day they paid their last respects
Where have you gone my Natalie
Left behind are your paintings and memories
Where have you gone my Natalie
Left behind are your paintings and memories
Things seemed to change
Forgetting names
Didn't want to be a sorry sight
Things seemed to change
Forgetting names
In the end she'd given up the fight
[Lead]
Where have you gone my Natalie
Left behind are your paintings and memories
Where have you gone my Natalie
Left behind are your paintings and memories
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5. |
Call Me Up
04:29
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He’s got two grandkids
That he never sees
He’s been gone for so long;
He don’t remember me
Got a bitch of a wife
An old badilac
Should have traded her in
On a Cadillac
Can’t say I miss him, I don’t care
I’m 20 years older with a lot of grey hair
Maybe I’ll regret it on the day he dies
Can’t really worry if he won’t try….to call….me up
People knew him once
Many years ago
When he was on
Some big TV show
Well his mamma cries
That he’ll come back
When he’s lonely and lost
In his two room shack
Can’t say I miss him, I don’t care
I’m 20 years older with a lot of grey hair
Maybe I’ll regret it on the day he dies
Can’t really worry if he won’t try….to call….me up
[Lead]
Can’t say I miss him, I don’t care
I’m 20 years older with a lot of grey hair
Maybe I’ll regret it on the day he dies
Can’t really worry if he won’t try….to call….me up
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6. |
Black Bart
04:14
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I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches
Started as a miner
Riches he couldn’t find
Known to friends as Charley
Before his life of crime
Black Bart’s what they’d call him
But he didn’t seem the part
Always please and thank you
No killing in his heart
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches
He made Wells Fargo pay
For the wrong that they had done
Stagecoach robbing poet
Never shot a gun
Six years in San Quentin
Out early for good time
New York or Montana?
Never paid back a dime
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches
[Lead]
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches
Here I lay me down to sleep
To wait the coming morrow,
Perhaps success, perhaps defeat,
And everlasting sorrow
I've labored long and hard for bread,
For honor, and for riches,
But on my corns too long you've tread,
You fine-haired sons of bitches
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7. |
Apologize
04:06
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Sister tried to help him boy, couldn’t get it right
Little thing turns into a, big old nasty fight
Pa flies off the deep end, can’t control the rage
Needs to get some help, time to turn the page
Gets so frustrated, by the things he’ll do
Don’t want nothing bad, to ever come on you
He wants to be good, wants to change his ways
Wants to hold back, the bad things that he’ll say
Says he can’t control it, we shouldn’t be surprised
Never too late to say: “I apologize”
Taking two steps forward, taking three steps back
Seems he’s never able, to keep himself on track
Hears the train coming, like Johnny in that song
Thinks he’ll try to jump it, time to move along
Something not quite right, not sure what it is
Try to figure out the answer to the quiz
There’s a mouse in the kitchen, a monkey on his back
Needs a little help, to put the wheels on track
Every time you act that way, it seems to get a rise
It’s never too late to say: “I apologize”
We apologize, we apologize, etc.
[Lead]
Don’t need no distractions, nothing in your way
Have to keep reminding you, almost every day
Not sure that your crazy, we’ll try and get it right
Lying here thinking ‘bout you almost every night
Something not quite right, not sure what it is
Try to figure out the answer to the quiz
There’s a mouse in the kitchen, a monkey on his back
Needs a little help, to put the wheels on track
Says he can’t control it, we shouldn’t be surprised
Never too late to say: “I apologize”
Every time you act that way, it seems to get a rise
It’s never too late to say: “I apologize”
You take a little problem, and make it Supersized
It’s never too late to say: “I apologize”
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8. |
Day the Drummer Died
04:34
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He sat behind the drum kit
Made everybody smile
Liked heavy metal music
Drivin’ young girls wild
Never saw the headlights
As he pulled into the lane
Only seconds later
He’d never play again
The day the drummer died
Everybody cried
Everybody cried
The day the drummer died
They all came for the funeral
To pay their last respects
Line around the block
Biggest crowd yet
Put him in the ground
Drumsticks in his hand
Say he’s up there playing
In heaven in a band
The day the drummer died
Everybody cried
Everybody cried
The day the drummer died
The day the drummer died
Everybody cried
Everybody cried
The day the drummer died
[Lead]
They still talk about him
He would have been a star
If he didn’t get behind
The wheel of that car
Put him in the ground
Drumsticks in his hand
They say he’s up there playing
In heaven in a band
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9. |
Baby Boots
02:59
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Walk in with ‘em on
Always get a stare
Wonder where you got ‘em
Can I get a pair
Still good as new,
Like time has past ‘em by
Never take them off til the day I die
Ain’t no better pair I could choose
Still like the fit of my Baby Boots
Look at em the wrong way, I’d recon I’d shoot
Stay away from my Baby Boots
Saw her as a boy
Knew I’d make her mine
When I had others
Thought about her all the time
Everywhere I looked
I never found no better
Had to make sure I would get her
Ain’t no better pair I could choose
Still like the look of my Baby Boots
Look at em the wrong way, I’d recon I’d shoot
Stay away from my Baby Boots
Don’t make them like they use to
Can’t find them in a store
Had her 20 years
Good for 20 more
When I’m gone and buried
She’ll be deep inside my soul
But until that time
Wear ‘em til I’m old
Ain’t no better pair I could choose
Still like the fit of my Baby Boots
Look at em the wrong way, I’d recon I’d shoot
Stay away from my Baby Boots
Ain’t no better pair I could choose
Still like the look of my Baby Boots
Look at em the wrong way, I’d recon I’d shoot
Stay away from my Baby Boots
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10. |
Cardboard Sign
05:44
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She’s got no money and she’s got no friends
Not sure how this story ends
Sittin’ by the highway with a cardboard sign
Asks me brother can you spare a dime?
Only 18 but she’s got no home
How it came to this we’ll never know
Do her parents know where she sleeps at night?
Have you ever seen such a sorry sight?
Beggin’ for mercy on a cardboard sign
Asks me brother
Can you spare a dime?
Not the type of homeless you always see
Lovely daughter out on the streets
Pretty face shines through the grime
Asks me brother can you spare a dime?
Traffic moves on and passed her by
Does she want to eat or just get high?
Same old story told a million times
Asks me brother can you spare a dime?
Beggin’ for mercy on a cardboard sign
Asks me brother
Can you spare a dime?
Beggin’ for mercy on a cardboard sign
Asks me brother
Can you spare a dime?
[Lead]
Only 18 but she’s got no home
How it came to this we’ll never know
Do her parents know where she sleeps at night?
Have you ever seen such a sorry sight?
Not the type of homeless you always see
Lovely daughter out on the streets
Pretty face shines through the grime
Asking me brother can you spare a dime?
Beggin’ for mercy on a cardboard sign
Asks me brother
Can you spare a dime?
Beggin’ for mercy on a cardboard sign
Asks me brother
Can you spare a dime?
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The Miners Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Miners are an original alt country band based in Philadelphia, PA
The Miners are: Keith Marlowe (lead vocals, guitar), Gregg Hiestand (bass), Vaughn Shinkus (drums, vocals) and Brian Herder (pedal steel guitar).
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