Sung and written by James McMurtry "Lost in the backyard" I said "this is the last time" A few times ago But once more it's happened And that's all in the world I know I still hear the echo When you hung up the phone I feel like I'm lost in the back yard Just trying to get home. I woke up in a strange world I can aptly describe It's like the streets of a town where I lived When I was too young to drive It all looks so Familiar But I can't find my way I must have got lost in the back yard When I went out to play Don't open my eyes To nothing like truth Just leave it all lost in the wind Let it hide in the blindness of youth The facts of the matter Most likely will always remain And I guess I'll be lost in the back yard Till I get home again
"Ft. Worth Blues" sung and written by Steve Earle for the late Townes Van Zandt In Ft. Worth all the neon's burnin' bright Pretty lights red and blue But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight And say a prayer or two If they only knew You used to say the highway was your home But we both know that ain't true It's just the only place a man can go When he don't know where he's travelin' to But Colorado's always clean and healin' And Tennessee in Spring is green and cool It never really was your kind of town But you went around with the Ft. Worth Blues Somewhere up beyond the great divide Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few A man can see his way clear to the light Just hold on tight That's all you gotta do And they say Texas weather's always changin' And one thing change'll bring is somethin' new And Houston really ain't that bad a town So you hang around with the Ft. Worth Blues There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight Silver light over green and blue And every place I travel through, I find Some kinda sign that you've been through But Amsterdam was always good for grieving And London never fails to leave me blue Paris never was my kinda town So I walked around with the Ft. Worth Blues
Great voice Great song "The Times they are a changing" sung by Antje Duvelot written by Bob Dylan Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin' It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin' Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin' And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
Pam pam pam PHILIP H. ANSELMO And The Illegals Premiere Heavy As F### New Track Another New Killer PHIL ANSELMO Solo Track Streaming: "Walk Through Exits Only"
"Jolene" sung and written by Ray LaMontagne Cocaine flame in my bloodstream Sold my coat when I hit Spokane Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes in the early morning rain Lately my hands they don't feel like mine My eyes been stung with dust, I'm blind Held you in my arms one time Lost you just the same Jolene I ain't about to go straight It's too late I found myself face down in the ditch Booze on my hair Blood on my lips A picture of you, holding a picture of me in the pocket of my blue jeans Still don't know what love means Still don't know what love means Jolene Ah, La, La, La, La, La Jolene Been so long since I seen your face or felt a part of this human race I've been living out of this here suitcase for way too long A man needs something he can hold onto A nine pound hammer or a woman like you Either one of them things will do Jolene I ain't about to go straight It's too late I found myself face down in the ditch Booze in my hair Blood on my lips A picture of you, holding a picture of me In the pocket of my blue jeans Still don't know what love means Still don't know what love means Jolene La, La, La, La, La, La, La Jolene La, La, La, La, La, La, La Jolene