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San Antone
04:21
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I lost my heart in the heat of San Antonie
I found my love in the cold of the great white north
I watched my lover roll me over like a river stone
You've got pain in your bones you know you're not alone
And I said let me be your hunger pains
coursing through those pretty veins
let your heart not be estranged
let me be your hunger pains
My heart is in the Great White North
My heart is in the Great White North
My heart is in the Great White North
And I said let me be your hunger pains
coursing through those pretty veins
let your heart not be estranged
let me be your hunger pains
I lost my heart in the heat of San Antonie
I found my love in the cold of the great white north
I watched my lover roll me over like a river stone
You've got pain in your bones you know you're not alone
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Grandpa's Chair
04:35
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That old tree, it creeks just like your chair
That old tree, it smells like autumns air
Blades of grass still frosted with dew
You came yesterday
Dinner's ready, wash your hands
Come to the table
But don't sit in Grandpa's chair
Don't sit in Grandpa's Chair
Don't sit in Grandpa's Chair
Don't sit in Grandpa's Chair
That old house is much beyond repair
Sagging roof the beams they just wont bear
Blades of grass still frosted with dew
You came yesterday
Dinner's ready, wash your hands
Come to the table
But don't sit in Grandpa's chair
Don't sit in Grandpa's Chair
Don't sit in Grandpa's Chair
Don't sit in Grandpa's Chair
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Wolves
04:19
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Wolves in the darkness, howling at the moon
Oh how they gather, outside the palisade
Theres a wild pack of dogs, roaming in the street
Oh look at how they salivate, and hunger for our meat
Oh boy they're going to get you
Shapes in the streetlights, howling like a mob
Oh I can see so clearly now
The beast that I've become
Oh boy they're going to get you right
And a boy he stood up in the crowd
He said the time for the rapture is now
Come hell and high water we're your lamb for the slaughter
Let your wolves inside our door
And I yelled burn him in the churchyard
Tar him in the street
All you mothers daughters and sinner's saints
You better get up to get back down
Y'all better get down on your knees
Now a boy he stood up in the crowd
He said the time for the rapture is now
Come hell and high water we're your lamb for the slaughter
Let your wolves inside our door
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Kodiak
04:28
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My ears fill with water, hollowing the sound
and the door in which you were going, it was opening and it was closing
and it was closed
North
Kodiak, we're all heading north
I was born with nothing
but I'll die with you
My heart upon the anchor, conviction like a martyr
and the fog that it blurred our edges, has now slowly come to focus
and it is short, it is short
North
Kodiak, we're all heading north
I was born with nothing
but I'll die with you
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Mountain Song
04:40
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I have been chained to the land I am from
Destined to work all my days
Still you ask me to give all my blood and my bones
Just to pray to your beautiful ways
But I can not be yours
There's blood,sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled
Mountain sing your song
And call your children home
I can remember a time before time,
When Giants they walk through the land
But these places I've known and these faces have grown
All withered and beaten by sand
But I can not be yours
There's blood,sweat, and tears in these fields I have toiled
Mountain sing your song
And call your children home
I was a king fallen from grace,
Cast from the Mountain at night
Now I'm a poor man, dreaming of birds
Wishing that I could take flight
But I can not be yours
There's blood,sweat, and tears in these fields I have Toiled
Mountain sing your song
And call your children home
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Spirit
05:44
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Capture that spirit,
Capture that Spirit
Mercy, Sweet Mercy,
Let it be seen
Capture that spirit,
Capture that Spirit
Oh Mercy, Sweet Mercy,
Let it be seen
Well the tombstones got your number
And its been calling all night
Its closer than yesterday
But it doesn't seem right
But your whiskey bottle's down,
And your friends are all around
So mercy, sweet mercy,
Let it be heard
So I will not miss a moments more
And you best believe I've got the spirit in me
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The Ghost of Paul Revere Portland, Maine
The Ghost of Paul Revere is a holler folk band centered around Griffin Sherry, Max Davis, and Sean McCarthy
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