1. |
I'm On Fire
02:48
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It's a long way to go
it's a long way to walk
it's a long way home
and lord i'm on fire
and lord i'm on fire
It's a long way to swim
it's a long way to go
but then you get there
you're headed back home
and lord i'm on fire
They pay you a dollar
they pay you a dime
they'll give you anything
but overtime
and lord i'm on fire
Sweat running down
the back of my brow
that's when the sun
won't go down
lord i'm on fire
Hand me a shovel
or hand me a pick
give me anything
or i won't stick
lord i'm on fire
I been working
since the day I was born
and I'm gonna be here
for a whole lot more
lord i'm on fire
Dig myself an early grave
I'll be all over the place
lord, lord i'm on fire
It's a long way to walk
it's a long way to go
before you get back home
lord i'm on fire
Might take a train
might take a car
i don't care,
it's goin' very far
i'm on fire
might take a bus
or take a plane
either way i'm getting there
sunshine or rain
lord, lord, lord i'm on fire
you get my letter?
you get my text?
oh, i'm wishing you the best
i'm on fire
such a long way to go
i'm on fire
such a long, long, long
i'm on fire
long way to go
i' m on fire
got a long way to go
i'm on fire
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2. |
Wage Theft Blues
03:32
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i walked with wind whistling down the line
all of their money used to be mine
since i haven't got a thing
blues 'round this land gonna sing
i walked in the doors of the liquor store
i saw my clothes reflected in the glass and the floor
i asked myself do i need me another
another drink, another job, another chance to get more
held out for hope, held my hand out for bread
i wanted dollars, i got dimes instead
asking myself to do it different,
'til then the blues are whistling, my friend
i didn't need nothing, I don't need a thing
i wanted new shoes not no diamond ring
theres a man in the city with a name and address
and he's sitting pretty on half my paychecks
we walked together in those midnight hours
all of that money used to be ours
since we haven't got a thing,
the blues round the world gonna sing
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3. |
Brewing
03:31
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oh it's brewing
like some coffee
early in the morn
it's brewing
like some coffee
it's waiting to be poured
and every morning
every day
i'll be waiting for news
every morning
every day
i'll be waiting for you
i dreamed it was raining
in the dead of july
i saw lightning flashing
in the middle of the sky
i watched the tide come in
it made front page news
i saw a big flood coming and
i heard me breathing next to you
late night at the corner store
officers standing outside
big crowd comes in to the shop
all buying drinks just to hide
standing down there on the corner
man tells me his name
he's got no job,
but he's got him some hope
and i told him just the same
told him just the same
it's brewing like some coffee
and i'm bubbling and boiling too
i wandered through the city
spilling out of my shoes
what if i stood at that spot
lightning struck again
what if it began to rain
and washed away all my sins
and washed away all my sins
and washed away all my sins
and washed away all my sins
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4. |
Green Grass
02:53
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lord i lived in the valley
and the wind was so sweet
and nothing could move me
out of my window
you could see 'cross
the valley
i took to travel
and found myself flying
across the great clay land
and everywhere
you lay your hand
the lakebed turned to sand
moved to the city
where i tumbled and turned
and the world lived me by
you'd wake in the morning
and look out your window
and couldn't see a reason why
couldn't walk off
i had planted myself
and all the money came dry
and now you know why
grass is greener
on the other side
lord i lived in the valley
and the wind was so sweet
and nothing could move me
and out my window
I still see 'cross
the valley
making hay while the sun shines
i'll keep it golden
on my side
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5. |
Like Death (Receiver)
03:11
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it's frantic fascination
full width, interpolated
tenacious, still processing
between places, laminated
down the hallway
beside the window
phone call
spilling on the benches
like death
like death
like death
it's a receiver
don't be deceived
it's a receiver
don't be deceived
what she finds,
she'll reprieve ya
it's a receiver
don't be deceived
if it's not love
what do i call it?
if it's not love
what do i call it?
if it's not love
what do i call it?
i'm on fire,
oh lord, i'm on fire
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