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Meet me in the t-shirt aisle, they every color and every style
Like a fashion show from 1981
And each rack's a time machine of track meets and concert tees
And you make me try them on one by one
You put on the velvet dress, and I'll put on the checkered pants
And we'll laugh until the lady throws us out
There's no lost soul behind the doors
At St. Anthony's Mission Store, you'll find what you've been looking for
Sit right down and we'll entertain with the teacups with the lipstick stains
And our mix-matched living room set will be the envy of our friends
And for now it feels so right- a blushing bride, a perfect life
Even though I know for now it's just pretend
You put on the velvet dress, and I'll put on the checkered pants
And we'll laugh until the lady throws us out
There's no lost soul behind the doors
At St. Anthony's Mission Store, you'll find what you've been looking for
Come on in, shut the door- You may be lost and you may be poor
But you'll find what you need and more at St.Anthony's Mission Store
You put on the velvet dress, and I'll put on the checkered pants
And we'll laugh until the lady throws us out
There's no lost soul behind the doors
At St. Anthony's Mission Store, you'll find what you've been looking for
We both found what we've been looking for
At St. Anthony's Mission Store
Come on in, come on in
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Old Joe's Chair
03:33
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Sit me down in that old leather seat
Put my feet up
Spin me around and smile, and call me by my name Old Joe, he’s a sight in his horn rims
And white hair
And just like this barbershop, they don’t make ‘em quite the same
So, take a little off the top, Take a little off the sides
Brush the burden from my shoulders Take the load off of my mind
I’ll always find my way back there
He shakes his shears from the big blue jar
Asks “How are ya?”
And I tell Old Joe, “I don’t know where I dare begin If I say it’s been a damn hard year
Would it be too honest?”
When Joe keeps on clipping, I know my secret’s safe with him.
So, take a little off the top, Take a little off the sides
Brush the burden from my shoulders Take the load off of my mind
I’ll always find my way back there
To Old Joe’s chair
Old Joe’s chair
Old Spice and hardwood floors, bad jokes from before the war
And Polaroids on the wall of days gone by
Now men don’t gripe, men don’t do sad
But sitting here, I feel like I’m talking with my Dad
The first moment’s peace I’ve had in a long, long while
He turns me around with a wink
As he hands me a mirror
And I tell him, “Joe, I swear I look like a new man”
He says, “Son, you can never get too many haircuts
Don’t be a stranger,” and he offers me his hand
So, take a little off the top, Take a little off the sides
Brush the burden from my shoulders Take the load off of my mind
I’ll always find my way back there
To Old Joe’s chair
Old Joe’s chair
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3. |
Asleep At The Wheel
04:33
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The big rigs on 91, they flash their high beams
And pass me by on the right
As I fight to keep my eyes on the road
And the radio reporters on the BBC
They're sweetly singing their lullaby
I'm tired, but I'm still two more hours from home
And now I'm low on coffee and I'm low on gas
But I'll pass the rest stop, cause there is no rest
For a restless dreamer like me
Asleep at the wheel and now I'm drifting
Blink of an eye, the damage done
Where will I be when this is over
- a ruined wreck on 91?
You know I would drive all night,
I'll take this ride one mile at a time
I'm living the dream
But I'm asleep at the wheel
The gig was good tonight, but when they raise the lights
It always ends up the same
It's late, and I'm packing the car up to drive
And it's highway to highway, and it's state to state
I've been heeding the signs, but I'm getting tired of waiting
Yes, I'm tired of staying inside of the lines
I'm low on patience and I'm low on faith
Am I wasting my life on this childhood chase?
Making time, and making believe
Asleep at the wheel and now I'm drifting
Blink of an eye, the damage done
Where will I be when this is over
- a ruined wreck on 91?
You know I would drive all night,
I'll take this ride one mile at a time
I'm living the dream
But I'm asleep at the wheel
(White one, black one, one- two- three
Counting cars, counting sheep)
Asleep at the wheel and now I'm drifting
Blink of an eye, the damage done
Where will I be when this is over
- a ruined wreck at 61?
You know I would drive all night,
I'll take this ride one mile at a time
I'm living the dream
(White one, black one, one- two- three
Counting cars, counting sheep)
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Sweet Time
04:26
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In the bustle of the airport
We’re standing here, hand in hand
Waiting for our new life to land
And there he is, with dark curls
And frightened eyes, a Spider Man backpack
With everything he has
When we reach out to hold him we almost forget
This is our child, who we’ve never met
We step inside the front door
Beneath the sign that he can’t read
“Welcome To Your New Home”
We lead him in and show him his
Little room, the fish tank,
And tiny bed, a place all his own
But you sigh when he walks off and stares out the window
Doesn’t he know this where he belongs?
It takes time, sweet time
To make a house a home
And love to make you believe
That a heart can heal
When everything around is breaking
Just take your own sweet time
Cheerios and French Toast
The table set for three now
Good morning, new family
He eats it up, and quietly
Humming low, he plays alone
But doesn’t smile, or look us in the eye
We know he’s been by broken what he’s been through
And we’ve had troubles too
It takes time, sweet time
To make a house a home
And love to make you believe
That a heart can heal
When everything around is breaking
Just take your own sweet time
All the while, we wondered why
We had to wait, we had to cry
And wonder how it might have been
But this empty room is full again
He needed us, but we needed him
Just today, we’re driving-
Our little life is flying by
Blue sky on a green countryside
He’s in the back, you’re singing some
Silly song, I see in the rearview
He’s smiling along
And for right now, that one smile is all that we need
To see we’ll be alright
It takes time, sweet time
To make a house a home
And love to make you believe
That a heart can heal
When everything around is breaking
Just take your own sweet time
Yes, a heart can heal
Just take your own sweet time
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Blue Sky Blues
04:54
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My name is Emma Cooper and I'm almost seventeen
My daddy has a farm near Aberdeen
If I ever hope to leave this town
I pray to God each day that it will rain
But it's been forty days of sun, and not a single cloud in sight
Our fields and bank account are all but dry
And I can't pay my way to college on this part-time drugstore wage
So let it rain
Oh, lightning flash, far away
Thunder dies before it finds me
Shadows cast far behind me
Days like this, I could cry
As I sit and wait and watch the sky
Is this all I can do?
I can't wish away these blue sky blues.
It's a Sunday afternoon and all my friends are passing by
In their cutoff shorts and darkest summer shades
For them, another perfect day, but I can't help
But dream it all away
Cause I wanna be a writer, change the world with just my words
Watch the verses fall like water to the page
But this notebook lies here empty
As the reservoir and the chance of rain today
Oh, lightning flash, far away
Thunder dies before it finds me
Fate is cast, pay no mind to
Days like this, I could cry
As I sit and wait and watch the sky
Is this all I can do?
I can't wish away these blue sky blues.
Oh, lightning flash, far away
Thunder dies before it finds me
Shadows cast far behind me
Days like this, I could cry
As I sit and wait and watch the sky
Is this all I can do?
I can't wish away these blue sky blues.
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Hometown
03:37
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You remind me of my hometown / In your faded yellow dress
You got the easy laugh the tourists get / In their lazy Summer sweat
And on a clear, clear day / The cool mountain lake
Steals the sunlight, like diamonds / Till it shimmers and shines
And when the sun is sinking down / You get that glimmer in your eye
You remind me of my hometown / The one I left behind
You remind me of my high school / At the homecoming game
Cause you sound just like a marching band …my name
You got the first down cheer / You got the winning play
You got the cool kid sneer / When you don't get your way
And when you tease me like you do / I know why I said goodbye
You remind me of my high school / The one I left behind
Now I'm a long, long way from home
I've been putting the miles and years in between
But now everywhere I go
I see a little bit of my town / In everyone I know
Now I'm a long, long way from home
I've been putting the miles and years in between
But now everywhere I go
I see a little bit of my town / In everyone I know
You remind me of the old me / The one I left behind
Always looking for a way out / Looking for a place to hide
You say that you don't care / But I know you're scared
That this small town small life / Is all you'll ever find
That's the way I used to be / And I can see it in your eyes
You remind me of the old me
The one I left behind
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Birdhouse In Your Soul
03:20
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Ruthie's General Store
04:44
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In Between
03:24
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In the time it takes to cross a crowded room
Every thought is fraught with certain doom
All the thousand things that you'll forget to say
When, in that yellow dress, she looks your way
But the worst is in between
What it was and what will be
If you believe the best is yet unseen
Right now, the worst is the in between
In the time it takes to drive a thousand miles
Both your lives are tightly packed inside
And somewhere on Sixty-Six, she starts to sigh
And she wonders if you'll be alright
Cause the worst is in between
What it was and what will be
If you believe the best is yet unseen
Right now, the worst is the in between
In the time it takes to live a blessed life
With three children and a loving wife
In a quiet room, she cries and holds your hand
And as you close your eyes, you finally understand
That the worst is in between
What it was and what will be
If you believe the best is yet unseen
Right now, the worst is the in between
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11. |
Kay
03:51
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If you leave, take it all
Take the books off of the shelf
Take the pictures from the wall
Make it clean, make it fast
Leave no trace to show
This place was home
To a love that couldn’t last
Baby, please- If you leave, take it all.
Strip the sheets from the bed
Pull the pillows from the mattress
Leave no comfort for my head
Throw the drapes, for all to see
My walls are bare, and without you
There’d be nothing left of me
[Baby, please-] If you leave, take it all.
It’s only sticks and stone
It’s only flesh and bone
An old, old habit, hard to break
It’s only history
Still holding you and me
And I’m afraid of what remains
It’s only sticks and stone
It’s only flesh and bone
An old, old habit, hard to break
It’s only history
Still holding you and me
And I’m afraid of what remains
If you leave, take it all
Take the Summers on the front porch
And sipping cider in the Fall
Take my love if it’s what you need
Take the things that make you stronger
Even if that sets me free
Baby, please- If you leave, take it all.
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12. |
Rutland
04:30
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13. |
Emma's Bicycle
04:11
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Emma’s bicycle is blue and white
She races the cars as she rides through
The streets of this town
With the sun shining down
She’ll never feel so free
As Saturday in Aberdeen.
The car wash is spilling out into the street
It’s the first warm day of the year
The water is washing the winter clean
And Emma’s just riding on...
The sidewalks are singing the signs of life
But she’s moving too fast to hear
She’s dodging old ladies in their Springtime whites
And Emma’s just riding on...
Emma’s bicycle is blue and white
She races the cars as she rides through
The streets of this town
With the sun shining down
She’ll never feel so free
As Saturday in Aberdeen.
She passes the park where the small kids play
And the salon where Mama would go
She crosses the tracks as she’s chasing a train
Heading out where god only knows
As she turns the corner, she’s picking speed
And she’s coming around again
As she hits the big hill on Murphy Street
She begins to sing:
La La La La...
She circles the stone church the umpteenth time
Now, her Daddy is waving her in
He’s wearing that dark suit and long black tie
He’s worn ragged and thin
Daddy says, “You’re too young to go so far”
But she’s old enough to know
Her Mama’s in the back of that long black car
And she’s not coming home
Emma’s bicycle is blue and white
She races the cars as she rides through
The streets of this town
With the sun shining down
She’ll never feel so free
As Saturday in Aberdeen.
La La La La...
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14. |
Columbus
03:23
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I am Christopher Columbus on the wide open sea
Not even the edge of the Earth can frighten me
I got blue sky far as I can see as I’m sailing into history
Just one strong wind is all I need
I am rubber on the blacktop racing for the finish line
I got eighteen miles behind me and my body is on fire
I got blue sky far as I can see, so Pheidippides’ got nothing on me
Just second wind is all I need
It’s a long way to go but I gotta finish what I start
I got a mind that wants to wander, but I got a one-track heart
I can’t shake this feeling, something great is out there waiting, maybe
That’s the only way I know, but it’s a long way to go (It’s a long way to go)
I am diesel on the highway, I am fast and I am free (It’s a long way to go)
I’m a suitcase, I’m a ticket, I’m as scared as I can be (It’s a long way to go)
I got no blue sky blues to follow me, now I’m sailing far from Aberdeen
Just a little hope is I need
It’s a long way to go but I gotta finish what I start
I got a mind that wants to wander, but I got a one-track heart
I can’t shake this feeling, something great is out there waiting, maybe
That’s the only way I know, but it’s a long way to go
Long way, a long way, it’s a long way to go
Long way, a long way, it’s a long way to go
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Phil Henry Rutland, Vermont
Singer-songwriter Phil Henry exudes the skill of a craftsman and the authenticity of an artist. “…vivid lyrical imagery that captures the imagination.” (Seven Days, VT)
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