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Given Time
02:54
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We learn the hard way
All I need is one more day
To get it right again
If I didn’t know better, I’d know better than
Given time I’ll get it, let me go around
Let me go around, let me go around again
Given time I’ll get it, let me go around
Let me go around, let me go around again
We need to get back
To the old religion, back on track
Worship fire and air
And earth and water and no despair
Days are seconds, months are minutes
Step right up to the wheel and spin it
Hear the sound of a marching band
Mind the music and the steps let’s dance
Wash me clean in the blood
Of a rock n’roll band before the flood
I will be your friend, nothing less
Nothing more, nothing better than
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Vermillion
02:13
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I don’t want to live in this city no more
You’re gonna have to mop me up off the floor
You’re gonna have to peel me down off the ceiling
You can find me in Vermillion
Gonna call up the doctor, results of my tests
Write my prescription, a change of address
I’m in the mood for a crude dose of healing
You can find me in Vermillion
I’m gonna go, go, go down that good red road
I’m gonna go, go, go
Want to hear my blood flow, hear my blood flow
I’m gonna go, go, go down that good red road
I’m gonna go, go, go before my head explodes
Come and dance at the Ice House down on the block
We’re gonna armwrestle the hands off the clock
I’m gonna love ya till the paints a-peeling
You can find me in Vermillion
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3. |
My Own Bed
03:10
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Mama I’ve been driving a dark and icy road
The air is full of snowflakes and the cab is full of cold
There’s cardboard in my window
And nothing in my head
I want to lay down, down, down, down in my own bed
Mama I’ve been traveling from town to border town
Trains and boats and lost my coat
And laid my passport down
I met a girl in Michigan, someday was all she said
I want to lay down, down, down, down in my own bed
Now I am not a praying man
But I stopped into a church
I got down on my knees and I began to search
For some kind of compass, a signpost going forth
But the only sign I saw was a highway headed north
Mama I’ve been sliding, it’s freezing on the bridge
There’s frost on every window
And a coyote on the ridge
I’m pulling off in Albertville to try and clear my head
I want to lay down, down, down, down in my own bed
I want to lay down, down, down, down in my own bed
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Missouri Girl
02:37
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I was sitting in a bar after a gig in Albuquerque
Watching Johnny flirting with a model in pearls
I just got off the phone with a Finnish ballerina
But all that’s on my mind is a Missouri girl
A Missouri girl back in a dive in Kansas City
Separated from a bum without a clue in the world
I’ve wasted lots of time with some crazy little women
But I’m calling in my cards for a Missouri girl
A Missouri girl, she got a crow over her shoulder
A Missouri girl, she got a twister in her heart
Gonna cross the Shenendoah
Move the weight of the world
It’s been a long worth waiting for a Missouri girl
I don’t need no easy smile
Need no sunny disposition
What I need is every day her love I got to earn
Smell of something burning
Healthy dose of healthy tension
Don’t take nothin’ for granted with a Missouri girl
I’ve played in Montreal
Played in Omaha Nebraska
Played in big arenas
Every smoky bar in the world
You ask me what I’ve learned
I haven’t learned nothing
All I’ve learned is all I need is a Missouri girl
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5. |
Half A Horse A Piece
03:03
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Jesus and Mohammed come from different neighborhoods
But they both tried to tell the people about a higher good
How the meek shall inherit and the wicked shall cease
And they rode to Jerusalem on a half a horse apiece
A half a horse apiece, a half a horse apiece
And they rode to Jerusalem on a half a horse apiece
A Democratic her met a Republican him
And their parents said we’d rather see you dead
than one of them
A fight broke out at the wedding feast
And they rode to the funeral on a half a horse apiece
A half a horse apiece, a half a horse apiece
And they rode to the funeral on a half a horse apiece
I might lean to the left, you might lean to the right
Come on dance with me baby till the wee hours of the night
If I can learn to dance with these two left feet
Then there’s hope for the nation on a half a horse apiece
There’s hope for the nation on a half a horse apiece
I called up the President said how’s it going bub
He said I’m stuck up to my axle and I don’t think it’s mud
Well what do you expect when the house is full of geese
And we rode out of the capitol on half a horse apiece
A half a horse apiece, a half a horse apiece
And we rode out of the capitol on half a horse apiece
I might lean to the left, you might lean to the right
Come on dance with me baby till the wee hours of the night
If I can learn to dance with these two left feet
Then we can lead the nation on a half a horse apiece
We can lead the nation on a half a horse apiece
Remember my friends this ain’t no sporting event
Nobody has to lose and nobody gets to win
The art of the compromise is what my baby needs
I’ll meet you in the middle on a half a horse apiece
A half a horse apiece, a half a horse apiece
I’ll meet you in the middle on a half a horse apiece
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6. |
These Hills
03:45
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These hills hold the bones
Of our long gone daddies and mommas
In slumbers they dream
Of the way we’re tending their land
And you know we owe to the coming generations
A clear view from these hills
That their dreams are still at hand
Show me these hills and I’ll show you honest people
That don’t judge you by your words
They judge you by your deeds
They don’t swallow no promise
From some big corporation
They follow the promise of the soil and the seed
The leaves are falling, these hills are calling
Come home, you’re needed, good stewards of the land
Together we’ve traveled
Where the asphalt meets the gravel
Down the fencerows, past the headstones
And through every crossroads town
To the mountains and the oceans
And they’re both a little overrated
These hills are the heavens that I dream about
The leaves are falling, these hills are calling
Come home, you’re needed
Good stewards of the land
Come home, you’re needed
Good stewards of the land
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Kansas City Times
02:41
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70 miles an hour down a gravel road
Crank down the window, get the paper throwed
High on the banks, don’t hit the flowers
Read all about it in the wee wee hours
We’re front page news, we’re the big headline
We’re coming to your town
We’re the Kansas City Times
I never read further than the fold in the page
Gotta keep my eye on the temperature gauge
Steering with my knees, rolling with my hands
Thermos full of coffee and a lap full of rubber bands
Taking in the scenery and the scene of the crime
I’m the news of the world, I’m the Kansas City Times
Campy Campaneris stole a base last night
I’m stealing fire from the meteorites
Coming down around me like a heavenly dome
In three more hours I’ll be heavenly home
Marilyn Maye’s at the Top of the Crown
Milton Abel, Betty Miller are holding it down
At the Playboy Club where I’ve never been
And I never will, amen, amen, amen
I’m way out ahead of the county snow plows
My big old Plymouth gets stuck every now and then
I get some farmer to tractor me out
Then I’m back on the road, running the route
Mull Singing Convention, I harmonize
Glory Hallelujah I’m the Kansas City Times
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8. |
Baby Grand
04:13
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Baby grand, baby grand,
Precious lover take my hand
And I’ll waltz you cross the floor
To the music of the band
We’ll have one more lovely night,
Then we’re leaving this fair land
Keep the song going on, baby grand, baby grand
Baby grand, baby grand,
Precious mother take my hand
And I’ll walk you into church,
And we’ll sing your favorite hymn
Hear the chorus ringing out
In the breeze of this fair land
Keep the song going on, baby grand, baby grand
Baby grand, baby grand,
Precious daughter hold my hand
All the world is yours to breathe
You must leave, I understand
But we’ll miss you and I’ll kiss you
Every night in my dreamland
Keep the song going on, baby grand, baby grand
Baby grand, baby grand, baby girl hold my hand
And I’ll walk you to the park
And I’ll play with you in the sand
And I’ll swing you to the sky
Looking down on this fair land
Keep the song going on, baby grand, baby grand
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9. |
Like Dogs
03:22
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You’re the kind of man who seems to leave a trail
Behind him of old friends who used to be so close
But then in some concocted scene they done you wrong
And so you write them off and bye-bye they are gone
If you don’t like dogs, what do you like
If you don’t like dogs you’re gonna wake up some cold night
And howl at the lonely moon
If you don’t like dogs, something wrong with you
You’re the kind of man who wants everyone to think
that he’s successful
So you talk about it, and you write about it,
and blah blah blah blah
But way deep down inside you’re afraid that you’re a fraud
If you don’t like dogs, what do you like
If you don’t like dogs you’re gonna wake up some cold night
And howl at the moon alone
If you don’t like dogs better just go home
I used to be your friend, even now from time to time
I wish that I could see you, wouldn’t want to be you
You might have the car, the money, and the home
But you know and I know you’ll always be alone
You’re the kind of man who wants to know real love
But all that you can do is talk about young girls
And tell off-color jokes and act all kinds of flirty
But when the truth be told, you’re afraid of getting dirty
If you don’t like dogs, what do you like
If you don’t like dogs you’re gonna wake up some cold night
And howl ‘till your head's a-throbbin’
If you don’t like dogs what’s your fuckin’ problem?
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10. |
Turpentine
03:21
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Way down south in the piney woods
There’s a gospel quartet singing like they should
Got their hair slicked back, white suits so fine
At the Wednesday night revival - turpentine
Got the rolling bass, got the baritone
Got a ringing high tenor reaching Jesus on the throne
And a smooth lead singer got the women crying
Sweat and salvation - turpentine
Turpentine, turpentine
Save my soul, spirit of the pine
It’s a masterpiece waiting to be signed
Cleaning my brushes - turpentine
Spoonful of sugar and hold your nose
It’ll kill everything but the holy ghost
It’s a pine tar communion, body, blood and wine
In the folds of the choir robes - turpentine
I’m sitting in the back pew
Thumbing through the hymns
Trying to figure out how to write me one of them
I got a story to tell, could do some testifying
But God ain’t given me the calling - turpentine
When they lay me down in a minor key
And they shovel my words in on top of me
I’ll be in that quartet with some friends of mine
An eternity of Wednesdays - turpentine
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11. |
Last Song of the Evening
05:10
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I’ve been hanging up the laundry
Fixing my husband’s lunch
Mom and Dad’s working the garden
And I’ve got a hunch
That I’ve died and gone to heaven
I think it because
This is the best that it ever was
It’s the last song of the evening
Everything turned out alright
It’s the last song of the evening
It’s the last song of the night
I raised three healthy boys and very little hell
I was a country girl, but I lived to tell
About riveting bombers during World War Two
I met a blue-eyed man who thought I hung the moon
He carved me a heart out of a walnut tree
He loved me, he loved me
It’s the last song of the evening
Everything turned out alright
Love came down and found me
Now it’s the last song of the night
It’s getting late, that’s what the weatherman said
I’m dog tired and I’m ready for bed
I’m pulling up the covers all alone
But I’ll be waking up in a carpenter’s arms
My children’s children won’t miss me that’s true
But I guess I did what I came here to do
It’s the last song of the evening
Everything turned out alright
It’s the last song of the evening
It’s the last song of the night
It’s the last song of the night
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12. |
Go Down Swinging
03:38
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If I go down, I’m gonna go down swinging
If I grow old it won’t be gracefully
I’m gonna trip and fall
And pass it off as dancing
I’m gonna croak and moan
Say it‘s a new kind of singing
I’m gonna go down swinging
If I go blind, still have my sense of touch
I’ll just feel your body that much better
If I go deaf I’ll blame Leo Fender
Don’t ask for whom the bell tolls
I can’t hear it ringing
I’m gonna go down swinging
If I lose my sight I plan to keep on painting
Sometimes you can see more
With less information
Just ask Degas, Cassatt, or Renoir
On the day he died, he said
I think I’m finally learning something
You gotta go down thumping
If I go down, I’m going down to the country
Just a little farm shack for my baby and me
And a couple old dogs and no air-conditioning
Chickens and a garden,
And on the weekend hear the guitar twanging
We’re gonna go down swanging
If I go down, I’m gonna go down laughing
At all the cosmic jokes been told to me
Punchlines between profound and pointless
Just remember one thing
You can forget about me
I’m swinging
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Rainmakers Kansas City, Missouri
The Rainmakers have released eight full length albums of original material since 1986, plus various live and best-of releases, and continue to play in the US and Europe. If you missed out the first time around, here is your chance to catch up on some of the finest in heartland rock'n'roll. ... more
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