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Gold Digger
03:45
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Gold digger, don't you gold dig no more
I got your love figured, got you all figured
I'm holding back and you're wanting more
Gold digger, don't you gold dig no more
Gold digger, don't you gold dig no more
I'm holding back and you're wanting more
Gunslinger, leave your guns outside the door
You're coming off a bender, you got a fast temper
You can come inside but you must stay calm
Gunslinger, leave your guns outside the door
Gunslinger, leave your guns outside the door
You can come inside but you must stay calm
Gambler, don't you squander no more
You were up a dollar now you're down four
And it's just left you wanting more
So gambler don't you squander no more
Gambler, don't you squander no more
You were up a dollar now you're down four
Lead liver, don't you empty that bottle
Red nose don't you empty that bottle
You're a low down, no good, foolish drunk
Lead liver don't you empty that bottle
Gold Digger, don’t you gold dig no more
Gunslinger, leave your guns outside the door
Gambler, don’t you squander no more
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I’ve been too busy to love you
I’ve been too busy to call
I’ve been too busy not thinking of you
But I can’t find the time to go
I found you standing by the water
Holdin’ a flower to your heart
You looked so beautiful in sorrow
Your eyes did shield a broken heart
You said you had something to tell me
And though you loved me something fierce
You couldn't handle never knowing
Where I was when I wasn't here
I've been to busy to love you
I’ve been too busy to call
I’ve been too busy not thinking of you
But I can’t find the time to go
I told you I had to work a double
And that the boss had called me in
Well, I didn’t lie, but I embellished
Now I’m broke and drunk and stumblin’
Through the alleys, past the train cars
Tryin’ to find my way back home
Without my watch and less a wallet
And God knows where I left my phone
I've been to busy to love you
I’ve been too busy to call
I’ve been too busy not thinking of you
But I can’t find the time to go
I got a dollar in my pocket
I got an ace slid up my sleeve
So deal ‘em down, I’m feelin’ lucky
And on the draw I’m feelin’ mean
I got a pistol in my pocket
I got a glimmer in my eye
And if you’re looking for adventure
Girl, you’ll never find a better guy
But, I've been to busy to love you
I've been too busy to hold you tight
I got a dollar in my pocket
And an ace slid up my sleeve
So deal 'em down I'm feelin' lucky tonight!
Yeah, deal 'em down I'm feelin' lucky tonight!
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'Til The World Caves In
04:34
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When I close my eyes the world is colourful and bright
All the feelings that I have are good and right
But when I open them the world seems to cave in
All the colours turn to black and white
I’ve come to understand that I'm not much a man
And I could never change, I ain’t got what it takes
When I had love on my side, she made the world warm and bright
When she did then I could do most anything
But now I'm lonely every night wishing I could hold her tight
I'll be cryin' 'til the world caves in
Momma used to say that I could live life anyway
that I please and I believe her still today
Daddy used to say that I could be most anything
Sadly the world don't work that way
I’ve come to understand that I'm not much a man
And I could never change, I ain’t got what it takes
When I had love on my side, she made the world warm and bright
When she did then I could do most anything
But now I'm lonely every night wishing I could hold her tight
I'll be cryin' 'til the world caves in
When I look at you I see the things I put you through
and the pain in your eyes fills me with shame
When I think of all the ways I've lived my life in vain
it's hard to believe that I can change
I’ve come to understand that I'm not much a man
And I could never change, I don't have what it takes
When I had love on my side, she made the world warm and bright
When she did then I could do most anything
Now I'm lonely every night wishing I could hold her tight
I'll be cryin' 'til the world caves in
I'll be cryin' 'til the world caves in
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When I die, spread my ashes far and wide
Back to the earth from which I came
When I die my body will decay
Back to the earth from which it came
When I die, won't you lay me low
And pray the Lord for to save my soul
Or my ghost may wander and toil in vain
Let me rest in the earth from which I came
When I die, spread my ashes far and wide
Back to the earth from which I came
When I die won't you sink me down
'Neath the the muddy river on the 'skirts of town
Let that peaceful current carry me home
To a grave forever unknown
When I die, spread my ashes far and wide
Back to the earth from which I came
When I die, don’t you write on my stone
A sentiment left for the rain
But if you must won't you keep plain
"I've gone back to the earth from which I came"
When I die, spread my ashes far and wide
Back to the earth from which I came
When I die my body will decay
Back to the earth from which it came
Let me rest in the earth from which I came
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5. |
Manitoba Jackfrost Blues
03:52
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There's frost on the windows, there's frost on the doors
It's minus 45 outside, with the windchill 54
I ain't never seen the likes of such a cold winter before
I went to feed the horses and the dogs don't feed themselves
So I dressed up like an Eskimo though it didn't seem to help
If Jackfrost is the devil, then Manitoba must be hell
If Jackfrost is the devil, then Manitoba must be hell
I got frostbite on my fingers, I got frostbite on my toes
There’s icicles in my beard and I cannot feel my nose
It’s almost minus 55 outside; This Christmas is fixin’ to be cold
It’s Christmas Eve and I should have my feet up by a fire
Sippin’ on some eggnog, doing puzzles, wasting time
But I got animals to feed and they don’t understand what Christmas means
If Jackfrost is the devil, then Manitoba must be hades
I went to start the Chevy, but it just gave a click and a whine
Even though the blockheater had been working overtime
And when I went to go inside, well, I left my keys behind
Now I’m locked out of my Chevy and I’m locked out of my house
I got a lot of chores to do, but my mood is getting foul
It looks like I might be spending Christmas with the cows
If Jackfrost is the devil, then Manitoba must be hell
If Jackfrost is the devil, then Manitoba must be hell
If Jackfrost is the devil, then Manitoba must be hell
I swear that Jackfrost, he’s the devil, and Manitoba is hell
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One eye on the dashboard
Watching the red fuel light
I've determined I will make it home tonight
Your smile before me, taped to the wheel
So I know you're not far from here
One eye on the asphalt
I’m riding the double line
Been driving steady for at least two thousand miles
Twenty days without you
Feels like twenty more
But I’m not so far from home
One eye on The dashboard
One on the open road
Leave the light on
I promise I'll be home
Headlights cast shadows
But your smile, still it glows
I'm not so far from home
The road is getting blurry
And the headlights are growing lines
I roll down the windows; my eyes are hanging tired
I can see the farmhouse cross an open prairie sky
Where your smile waits for mine
One eye on the dashboard
One on the open road
Leave the light on
I promise I'll be home
Headlights cast shadows
But your smile, still it glows
I'm not so far from home
I can see the farmhouse cross an open prairie sky
Where your smile waits for mine
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7. |
The Bluebird's Singin'
03:30
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Oh the wind, it blows man, it blows through my hair
That bluebird sings a song, he sings a song so fair
But I love a woman, and she don’t love me
That blue bird’s singin’ but he ain’t singin’ for me
The sun it shines man, yeah it shines so sweet
I got a big ol’ smile girls, all the world can see
I’m a handsome man, and my aim is right
Oh the bluebird’s singin’ but he ain’t singin’ at night
I’m a wealthy man, lord, I got a house and home
My beer is full man, yeah the beer it flows
But I love a woman, she don’t love me
The blue bird’s singin’ but he aint singin’ for me
The blue bird’s singin’ but he aint singin’ for me
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8. |
I Killed A Man
04:09
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I killed a man with my right hand
I killed him in cold blood
I let him bleed out at my feet
Oh Lord, my guilt runs deep
I killed a man with my right hand
I laid him in the ground
I buried him in six feet of sin
Oh Lord, my blood runs thin
Lordy, Lordy, send you mercy down on me
But mercy ain't what I need
I once was blind, but now I see
There ain't none more wretch than me
I killed a man for 30 piece
And I bought the potter’s field
I sealed a kiss upon his face
And in grief I hang above his grave
Lordy, Lordy, send you mercy down on me
But mercy ain't what I need
I once was blind, but now I see
There ain't none more wretch than me
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm blind
I was found, but now I see
Lordy, Lordy, have mercy on me
But mercy ain't what I need
I once was blind, but now I see
There ain't none more wretch than me
Lordy, Lordy, send your mercy down on me
I killed the man from Galilee
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9. |
Cold Man
04:30
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If you can conquer the moon, you can master the sea
But with age comes confusion, and i'm much older than I seem
You might find some trouble
You might find some truth
It might be black and white
It could be grey and loose
I'm a cold man
I’m a cold man
Blood on my hands
What you sow in springtime, you reap in fall
If you don’t save your sister, you’ll never save your soul
You may fear the winter
You may fear the cold
But I fear the sunshine
That makes the darkness known
I'm a cold man
I’m a cold man
Blood on my hands
I’m a cold man
Blood on my hands
If you can't pay the butcher, then you ought not eat the hen
If you don't love your brother then you'll never love again
You're not the type to worry
You're not the type to whine
You are a patient person
But I'm the heedless kind
I'm a cold man
I’m a cold man
I’m a cold man
blood on my hands
blood on my hands
blood on my hands
I’m a cold man
If you can’t look a lover right in the eye
You’ll never have another, that ain’t one word a lie
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10. |
The Troubadour
06:24
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I found myself walking the streets of another city that I didn’t know
I was tired and hungry and cross as a sailor
And I needed to get out of the cold
I spotted a place called Old Edith’s Saloon, where she poured me a bitter stout
She said “boy, that’ll give you hair in all the right places”
She offered me a smile; I gave her a frown
I told her I wasn’t looking for company
And that my wallet was nearer to dry
But I could tell that she was lonely and looking for someone to share a drink and a smile
So she poured me another and asked if I always traveled with my guitar in hand
I shrugged off my jacket and with a chip on my shoulder
I told her all about my old man
He loved to sing Kristofferson, Dylan and old Guthrie too
He wasn’t a singer, and he wasn’t a picker
But his words were honest and true
He’d say, country singers and troubadour travellers are some of the poorest of folk
But they sing out for others who can't tell their tales
And that makes them richer than most
I could tell that old Edith had been been through a lot
So I asked her if she had a beau; I held her gaze until she looked away
And when she turned back, she said "boy, you should go"
I said, little lady, you're not the only one who's had their share of woes
I had a woman, a home, and a hope
But I threw it away for the road
‘Cause I love to sing Kristofferson, Dylan and old Guthrie too
I'm not the best singer, and I'm a terrible picker
But my words are honest and true
Country singers and troubadour travellers are some of the poorest of folk
But we sing out for others who can't tell their tales
And that makes us richer than most
Old Edith, she asked me if I was a picker, a chooser, a cheat, or a goat
I told her I was hungry and looking for something to take the bite from the cold
So she fed me a riddle and said she was once a singer who’d fallen on desperate days
I could tell she had a spot in her heart for my calling, so I sang her a verse and refrain
I love to sing Kristofferson, Dylan and old Guthrie too
I'm not the best singer, and I'm a terrible picker
But my words are honest and true
Country singers and troubadour travellers are some of the poorest of folk
But we sing out for others who can't tell their tales
And that makes us richer than most
So sing out for others who can't tell their tales
And you will be richer than most
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Something inside me is looking for a girl like you
I want a woman who's a mighty fine looker, can hold her liquor, take me home and make me move
I ain't never had a woman like you and that's the truth
Something inside me is looking for a little romance
I want a woman who can love me kindly, show me gently what it means to love and never look back
I ain't never met a woman like you and that's the truth
I ain't never had a woman like you and that's the truth
Hey pretty momma, won't you take my loving hand
Say you'll be my woman and you'll let me be your man
Won't you show me things that I’ll never see again
Something inside me is looking for a second chance
I want a woman with a charming smile, bedroom eyes, thighs of fire that are fast to dance
I ain't never had a woman like that, no not a chance
Something inside me is looking for to settle down
Find myself a pretty young lady who will have my babies, love me ably until the sun goes down
I ain't never had a woman like you and that's the truth
I ain't never had a woman like you and that's the truth
Hey pretty momma, when you took my beating heart right from my chest and you tore it all apart
You wouldn't take my loving, but you took my loving heart
You wouldn't take my loving, but you took my loving heart
No, you wouldn't take my loving, but you took my loving heart
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12. |
Meet My Maker
05:47
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When the darkness comes upon me
And my soul shall forever be at rest
I will fly with the other angels
I will meet my maker then
I pray my days be long and yielding
And that peace walk e’er beside me
May I learn to love completely
May forgiveness be my guide
When the darkness comes upon me
And my soul shall forever be at rest
I will fly with the other angels
I will meet my maker then
Though trials and tribulation
have come to knock upon my door
May I learn to face them fully
May my fears be foes no more
When the darkness comes upon me
And my soul shall forever be at rest
I will fly with the other angels
I will meet my maker then
When hope gives way to failure
And when pleasure leads me ill
May my burdens lead to repentance
May my beating heart be still
When the darkness comes upon me
And my soul shall forever be at rest
I will fly with the other angels
I will meet my maker then
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Steel Audrey Vancouver, British Columbia
Steel Audrey is a country-folk artist with a “rustic, old world sound packaged inside the cargo car of a freight train...” (Songoid). His ability to tell a story through song is reminiscent of Kristofferson, Dylan and Springsteen. His blue-collar origins are evident in both narrative and delivery .."extra powerful and raspy... It’s not a pretty picture, but then, life never is.” (Greyowl Point) ... more
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