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Graveyard
01:24
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When the first rays of that sun crest the treeline at dawn, I'll be making my way back home.
While you were sleeping, lost in dreams, I was working, running my machine.
It's not much of a life, but it's a hell of a living... it seems...
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2. |
Country Resume
02:46
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I've never worked in a coal mine
I've never thumbed my way across a state line
I've never sat alone and cried into my beer
So how can I tell you what you want to hear
I've never been in a bar fight
I've never shot a man just to watch him die
Can't say I've felt the devil drawing near
So how can I tell you what you want to hear
But I've slept in my car
And I've closed down my fair share of bars
I've been laid off and let down,
Cheated on and pushed around
I've had my share of heartbreak
But not more than I could take
I've never rode in a boxcar
I've never paid my rent by playing my guitar
I've never been the kind to live my life in fear
So how can I tell you what you want to hear
Now I'm down to my last dime
So I'll take it home one piece at a time
I've been put down and put out
I've had my troubles and my doubt
I've had my share of heartbreak
But that doesn't always make for a good song
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3. |
High Road
03:52
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When you said you're leaving, I said I've heard this one before
Cause you've been bent on walking out since you first came through the door
And if you're waiting on my answer, you won't like what you'll find
Take everything that is yours, but leave behind what's mine
I got so sick and tired of always begging you to stay
But you know this time around, it's not going to work that way
I've been waiting on this moment, it seems for very long
A chance for you to break free, and a chance for me to right what I've wronged
We've both been playing with fire & you think I'm acting strange
You've given me my last scar, and it's time that you get burned for a change
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Flock
02:11
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The rooster will crow, the sparrow may plead
And the blackbird will sing, though it doesn't have the need
And I will hum the tune, 'cause I don't know the words
As I sit in the wilderness, listening to the choir of birds
The vultures will circle, the phoenix rise from flames
And the raven will speak, and it sounds just like your name
Some of them will call and some of them will sing
Some will brave the winter and some of them will fly south till spring
And a murder of crows will sit on the lines
And the robins take wing and inhabit the pines
And they'll all flock together and blacken the sky
Until they return home to live and to die
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5. |
Slow Sip of Whiskey
04:02
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She's a shipwreck in a bottle, she's lightning in a jar
She's pulling on the strings to this heart
She's the furnace and the fire, the shovel and the coal
She's a slow sip of whiskey to my soul
She's the Lightning & the thunder, she's the rumble & the quake
She's moonlight's mirror image on the lake
She's the giver & the taker, the maker & the mold
She's a slow sip of whisky to my soul
She comes on like a fever, & she leaves just like a dream
She's the thread & she's the needle & the seam
She can cut just like a razor, but I hang on every word
Every breath that I pull into my lungs I breathe for her
She's my sail and my anchor, she's the sea and she's the shore
She's the part of me that I spent my life looking for
Found my needle in the haystack, and I'll never let her go
She's a slow sip of whiskey to my soul
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6. |
Ashes of Erie
04:29
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Call down that thunder on the low Erie morn
We'll sing our way through the danger and kick a hole in the dawn
The ships are all sailing on the steam and the wind and the wire
Leaving followers flailing on a river still rolling in fire
And that river, she's a burning
Her kerosine veins through the night
The spires are all piercing that sky
The black clouds will fill the horizon on the shoreline of waste & debris
The ashes will rise in the darkness, but the rain brings it all to it's knees
And that river, she's a burning
Her kerosine veins through the night
The spires are all piercing that sky
May the lines on our face tell the story of the waves that we pushed our way through
May we all live to wake the next morning and chase that horizon anew
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7. |
Won't Lie Down
05:30
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Now that sun is heading west with that whiskey on its breath,
While my heart is giving out, but I won't lie down
Now your cried are in my ears with that darkness drawing near,
And the sky is filled with doubt, but I won't lie down
Though my body may fall apart, take my words & take my heart
Take the center of my song where I won't lie down
Though my road is just for show, where imposters fear to go,
Where the roads are made of blood & stone, where I won't lie down
Though my body may fall apart, take my words & take my heart
Take the center of my song where I won't lie down.
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8. |
I Am
03:20
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I am that noble oak, and I am that mighty pine
I am that evening sky, and I am the stars that shine
I am that twisted stream, and I am those fallen leaves
I'm the sunlight through your window, and I am that summer breeze
With my wheel set to spin
And my song in the wind
I'll be back again
I am those rolling plains, and I am those fields of grain
I am that barren wall and the picture in the frame
I am that endless road, and I am that will to roam
I'm taking you away, and I'm bringing you back home
With my wheel set to spin
And my song in the wind
I'll be back again
Though I tried to stay around, I couldn't make it long
I tried to be the singer, but I ended up the song
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9. |
Graveyard, pt. 2
03:37
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All my vices, so saccharine and sweet
And all these choices are at the door to greet me
When I come home, tired from my day
And I beat myself up again, in those familiar ways
With the self doubt and the whisky
Spend my time up, and my money
I don't eat right, I don't sleep well
But it's my life, and it's my health
In a dimly lit room on a cold & lonely couch
I stretch my legs out
And I pull the covers up underneath my chin
For a few more hours of restless sleep, then do it all again
With the time clock, and my work boots
In my hard hat and my white suit
It's a car crash, it's a trainwreck
It's a workweek, it's a paycheck
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10. |
Damned if We Do
03:38
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It feels like we're just holding on
It feels like our dreams are gone
When bad news comes in waves
Time to wave the white flag
Lay down and finish the song
There's another life on the horizon
There's a hope that we'll make it through
But there's a fear that we're damned if we don't
And we're damned if we do
Now we're running on whiskey and fumes
We're frozen in time in these rooms
We've been buried benath
These posessions we keep
Till this house has become our tomb
Now it's coming down to the wire
We do our best with our feet in the fire
There's decisions to make
Bitter pills left to take
And a love that nothing can break
There's another life on the horizon
There's a hope that we'll make it through
But there's a fear that we're damned if we don't
And we're damned if we do
There's another life on the horizon
There's a hope that we'll make it through
And fear can be damned, cause we're damn sure
What we need to do
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Eric Barnett Charleston, South Carolina
Eric is a singer-songwriter from Galion, OH. After 13 years as a factory worker, he's moving to Charleston, SC to start the next phase. His debut album, "Shipwreck in a Bottle", came out on June 23rd.
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