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The San Isabels can't speak much louder than they do
I'm on the highway of legends, on the ground my mother grew
searching for that mountain or tree line, some place where I can lay my head
where the snow covers them hills, and the mountains paint the morning red
I'm going homeward, to that rocky mountain line
I'm going westward, to that land of my kind
Aint about to show you, that's for you to find
somewhere in the Sangre De Cristos, where them good folk shine
There's a calm on the horizon, a melody within the trees
that place where morning gathers, a harmony along the breeze
theres a history in the silence, in a place you never knowd
on that highway of legends, in the blood that paved this road
I'm going homeward, to that rocky mountain line
I'm going westward, to that land of my kind
Aint about to show you, that's for you to find
somewhere in the Sangre De Cristos, where them good folk shine
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Coffin Song
02:53
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We wait for fear to bring us to our never standing knees
we'll sit we'll sleep we'll steal and keep, we'll do what we damn please
we'll be blind we'll pay no mind to compassion or concern
we'll take our pay and be on our way because this is what we've earned
I've been rolling nails in the sides of these coffins
I've been joining the wood at the seams
I've been counting the dead and those soon to head
Lord only knows what we'll see
I'll drink of whats to come and I'll drink to what just came
I'll drink myself to hell and back if they just do the same
patience it'll kill you boy or make you truly live
but I don't believe in indignation it's nothing to forgive
I've been rolling nails in the sides of these coffins
I've been joining the wood at the seams
I've been tracing the lines and bending the ties
Lord only knows what we'll see
But I do believe in the morning
I do believe it might
I do believe in fair warning
because I know something aint right
I've been rolling nails in the sides of these coffins
I've been joining the wood at the seams
I saw the noose fell, heard the church bell
Lord only knows what we'll see
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The Pain of Livin'
04:23
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Caught a ride to the city, no place to stay
jumped a Burlington Northern Santa Fe
aint the best way to travel, but it's a cheaper way
and now I'm livin'
Took twenty-six years to become the past
met a family in a valley, just below the pass
where I spent a few seasons working, hoping youth would last
and now I'm livin'
You're always on my mind
I'm just tired of waisting what I've been given
It hurt to say goodbye
but I guess that's the pain of livin'
Got a job just south of the county line
just waiting on that call, or some kind of sign
or someone to tell me I'm not waisting my time
but that I'm livin'
Now that she's gone I've replaced her with whiskey
she told me all she ever wanted was to be a gypsy
didn't believe in one true lover, not even me
and now I'm livin'
You're always on my mind
I'm just tired of waisting what I've been given
It hurt to say goodbye
but I guess that's the pain of livin'
You're always on my mind
these lonely mornings are getting old
lying awake in the covers, with no one to hold
but there's no going back, or so I am told
because I'm living
You're always on my mind
I'm just tired of waisting what I've been given
It hurt to say goodbye
but I guess that's the pain of livin'
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How did my world become a part of this
How can ones words come alive
In a town with lines of black and white
how will the both of us survive
If we are raised to hold a closed fist
we'll only grow into the line
how did race become a part of this
how can man be so unkind
I hear the songs of a thousand angels
they sing of peace at morning light
I caught the tears of a broken promise
that said everything will be alright
we are bathing in our arrogance
we are swimming in our pride
we are diluting the blood of brotherhood
how will the both of us survive
I hear the songs of a thousand angels
they sing of peace at morning light
I caught the tears of a broken promise
that said everything will be alright
that said everything will be just fine
How will the both of us survive
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Brian Payne Boulder, Colorado
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