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Helen
05:22
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Helen
the doctor picked me up when i was born
my face was blue, round my neck was the chord
i tried screaming out to the world but it turned black
but i’m sitting here so i guess you know
that one way or another they got me going
i might have started out a little slow but i’ve made some tracks
the day i came in it was helen’s big bang
and three days later ashes rained
over the city of queens found on the plains, those were my first skies
maybe thats why i’ve never been scared
when a storm starts brewing up in the air
me and mother nature just happen to share our lullabies
don’t you ever be afraid to fly
it would be a shame if being born was the hardest thing we try
if i thought things were tough right out the gate
it piled so high i couldn’t see the plate
i’m not sure if i believe in fate, but here i am
a few close calls in some totaled cars
times i shoulda left my keys at the bar
i walked away with barely a scar, a lucky man
you might think after a couple wrecks
it’d be enough to get my life in check
but you’ll never find me behind a desk, the roads for me
and the roads aren’t the only things with curves
ladies don’t get the warning signs they deserve
when i should hit the breaks but i try to swerve its alone for me
don’t you ever be afraid to ride
it would be a shame if there were no one by your side
when its time to lay me down
or spread my ashes all around
i hope that there’s more smiles than frowns, from knowing me
when you gather round my friends
make some noise and drink it in
you can drop me at the church but i ain’t going in, not knowing me
when its time to lay me down
or spread my ashes all around
i hope that there’s more smiles than frowns, from knowing me
when you gather round my friends
make some noise and drink it in
you can drop me at the church but i ain’t going in, not knowing me
don’t you ever be afraid to fly
it would be a shame if being born were the hardest thing you try
don’t you ever be afraid to fly
it would be a shame if being born were the hardest thing you try
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2. |
Take Your Time
05:14
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Take Your Time
He walked in the bar about half past one
Said you better make it a double son
Pour in some ice and call it done
It sure has been an awful one
I nodded at him as he has a seat
There at the bar sat misery
I said no thank sir it’s on me
I lied that my tips had been flowin free
He said take your time
Take your time, if it’s free
Take your time
Take your time
I waited on him from time to time
As I was slinging beer and pouring wine
He always said no thanks I’m fine
But bring me a double when you got the time
I finally got the nerve to ask
Sir what’s got you drinking those down so fast
He said there’s an angel from my past
It’s the anniversary of when I saw her last
I said take your time
Take your time sir
Take your time
Take your time
He said listen closely to me friend
It’ll save you from the hell I’m in
If I had it all to do again
Here’s where I would make amends
I had the chance to make her stay
Pride and fear got in the way
Should have never said we needed a break
The last damn thing I wanted to say, was
Take your time
I didn’t know that I’d be wasting mine
I said take your time, that’s what I told her
I didn’t know that I’d be wasting mine, wasting mine
I said sir, if you don’t mind me saying
Someday you won’t feel the pain
I’m sure you’ll think about her once in a while
When you do I hope you smile
He said who do you think you’re talking to
I’ve lived four more lives than you
I told you it was my anniversary
I didn’t tell you it was day twelve thousand and three
So you get in line boy get in line
I’ll decide for myself when my heart’s fine
And I’m gonna take my time, take my sweet ass time
Because the day I’m done hurting is the day I’m dying
I said take your time, that’s what I told her
I didn’t know that I’d be wasting mine, wasting mine
But don’t worry I’m gonna be fine, I’ll be fine
I’ll be smoking my kind and drinking
I’ll be fine fine fine
I’ll be fine fine fine
I’ll be fine fine fine
You can take your time
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3. |
You Are My Home
05:12
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You are My Home
I hopped a train leaving Saskatoon
It left the station just before two
And I thought of you, I thought of you
We were heading East, taking our time
Our eyes were set on The Maritimes
I hear they’re fine, I hoped they’re fine
We were going in blind, I didn’t care
I would have taken it anywhere
To get out of here, I wanna get out of here
Because you are my home
And I’m not doing as fine as I’d hoped
You are my home
And I’m not doing as fine as I’d hoped
Check in load out, life on the road
Every night is another show
So far from home, I’m so far from home
The changing landscape was supposed to prove
I’m on my way to getting over you
But I thought of you, still I thought of you
You are my home
And I’m not doing as fine as I’d hoped
You are my home
And I’m not doing as fine as I’d hoped
I fell off the rail in Halifax
I had no choice but to come back
When you hit those prairies
And you see that sky
It’s like you’re seeing it for the first time
And I guess that you’re not confined by miles
It’s too bad this train can’t buy me time
All I need is time
All I need is time
All I need Is time
All I need is time
Because you are my home
And I’m not doing as fine as I’d hoped
You are my home
And I’m not doing as fine as I’d hoped
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4. |
Good Old Boys
04:17
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Good Old Boys
Honktonk bar room and dusty old boots
Guitars and whisky are what we are used to
Smoke to the ceiling and blood on the floor
There ain’t too many good old boys no more
Sweat on my brow and a hammer in my hand
Never been afraid to be a workin man
Hard day’s work for an honest day’s pay
There ain’t too many good old boys these days
When all you need is a clear mountain morning
Or a walk under the prairie moonlight
Some people say it’s going away
There ain’t too many good old boys these days
There’s a certain kind of quality that’s fading away
Honesty and loyalty or a good word to say
A look in the eye and a sturdy handshake
There ain’t too many good old boys these days
When all you need is a clear mountain morning
Or a walk under the prairie moonlight
Some people say it’s going away
There ain’t too many good old boys these days
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5. |
I'm Tired
04:20
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I’m Tired
She spends all day up on her feet
Workin hard cus there’s mouths to feed
And her husband’s always on the road
That’s the true cost of their happy home
Sometimes they barely make it through the door
Their bodies are aching and they’re sore
She said your face is what I used to do this for
But I can’t keep my eyes open anymore
You know I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired
People all around the world
Are raising their voices and being heard
And we act like we got no concerns
Well not as many as we deserve
And if they are willing to take a stand
Against men with rifles in their hands
Then we should use our lives cus it’s our chance
To stand up to the world and scream out our demands
Tell em we’re tired, we’re tired, we’re tired, we’re tired
Well you know I’m a beast on the microphone
It’s cus I spend too much time alone
And when no one’s there to hear to yell
You’re home sweet home is a prison cell
So I open my door and I stand out in my hall
And I scream til it echoes off the walls
And suddenly I don’t feel so alone
Brother, I tell you I don’t mean to bitch and moan
But people I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired
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6. |
Fingers Bleed
04:50
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Fingers Bleed
When I’m feeling down
When my blues have come around
Throughout my life I’ve learned
There’s only once place that I can turn
I’m not talking about god
I find religion to be very odd
Instead of their wars to spill your blood
Just let if flow while you’re crying out
There’s only one thing
That can comfort me
She is beautiful and curvy don’t you see
I tell her everything
Oh she loves to sing
I’ve gonna play her strings til my fingers bleed
I’m not talking about wine
Though it does the trick from time to time
I’m not talking about good herb
Though it helped me to write these words
Neither money nor power
Can lift a heart in it’s darkest hour
There’s only one nostrum for me
It gives me voice, it sets me free
There’s only one thing
That can comfort me
She is beautiful and curvy don’t you see
I tell her everything
Oh she loves to sing
I’ve gonna play this thing til my fingers bleed
And ladies you know it’s true
Often times we turn to you
To lift us up when we feel down
But there’s times when you’re not around
That’s when she climbs into my arms
All my problems, they just dissolve
The weight it lifts right off of me
She gives me strength and sets me free
There’s only one thing
That can comfort me
She is beautiful and curvy don’t you see
I tell her everything
Oh she loves to sing
I’ve gonna play this thing til my fingers
There’s only one thing
That can comfort me
She is beautiful and curvy don’t you see
I tell her everything
Oh she loves to sing
I’ve gonna play this thing til my fingers bleed
My finger’s bleed, Til they bleed
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Leonard
04:22
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Leonard
Heading back from a wedding in the northern pines
A perfect day for a Sunday drive
I saw an old man standing on the side
I stopped and I asked him if he’s like a ride
He said my name’s Leonard Morisette
Just like the singer in case you’re wondering how it’s spelled
I’m sad to say that we’re not related
I bought a few of her tapes but I hardly played them
I guess I’m more a Blue Rodeo fan
Met them a few times through a friend
I appreciate what you’re doing for me
Maybe I could tell you a story
Did you hear the one about the Mountain Lion
Not the only time I was close to dying
I was in my bag pretending to sleep
When he sniffed me from head to feet
But he curled right up like we was common folk
So I sat with that cat and I had a smoke
Now most of you would have been crying
So you tell me if he’s half lyon
Leonard, I hoped I picked you up on time
You were counting passing cars
I was number ninety nine
Leonard, the pleasure was all mine
I hope you find a job
I’m sure that you’ll do fine
And I’m so glad I didn’t pass you by
He was Alberta bound looking for work
He made his living digging in the dirt
He didn’t have much in the way of schooling
But give him a Backhoe boy and he ain’t fooling
He’ll be okay he says he knows the bosses
His treaty card says he’s from Mistawasis
But Leonard is from The Eagle Mountain Band
I’m glad that I could lend him a hand
He’s been laid up from a few years back
A big rig track it knocked Leonard flat
Picture him lying on the shoulder
When he woke up he was five days older
Leonard, I hoped I picked you up on time
You were counting passing cars
I was number ninety nine
Leonard, the pleasure was all mine
I hope you find a job
I’m sure that you’ll do fine
And I’m so glad I didn’t pass you by
Well ya just can’t keep old Leonard down
You don’t believe me man check this shit out
One day he was riding bare back on his horse
As fast as he could straight through that forrest
His horse his the brakes when he rounded the bend
It stopped so short man it flipped old Len
From the spot on the ground right there
He could have hugged that grizzly bear
Old Leonard, I hoped I picked you up on time
You were counting passing cars
I was number ninety nine
Leonard, the pleasure was all mine
I hope you find a job
I’m sure that you’ll do fine
And I’m so glad I didn’t pass you by
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8. |
Right Out the Door
03:05
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Right Out The Door
She packs up her things
Says I think it’s time
I’m done with your dreams
You know that I used to have mine
Now it’s all that I can do to stand
Too many times those eyes let me down
I believed when they said you’re not fooling around
On me, on me, well now I see who’s the fool
I’m not gonna answer that phone for awhile
I can’t take the chance again that you might make me smile
I ‘ve been holding on to long to be wanting more
I’m walking right out the door
I know it’s not fair, oh but life never is
Every single man wants what isn’t his
And I deserve having more than you alone
I’m not gonna answer that phone for awhile
I can’t take the chance again that you might make me smile
I ‘ve been holding on to long to be wanting more
I’m walking right out the door
I’ve taken some steps so that I can be sure
Another mistake is something I can endure
I’ve turned off certain parts of me
I’m not gonna answer that phone for awhile
I can’t take the chance again that you might make me smile
I ‘ve been holding on to long to be wanting more
I’m walking right out the
She said she’s walking out my
She’s walking right out the door
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9. |
Be Okay
04:49
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Be Okay
we've all had those days
those low down beat em up days
everybody's in your face
everybody's in your way
but if you are waiting when
i get off of work well then
i'll be okay
i'll be okay
we've all had those days
when our bodies are racked with pain
those curl up in a ball days
when crying is all in vain
take me for a ride
as long as i'm by your side
i'll be okay
i'll be okay
if you're having one of those days
just come out and play
step into our haze
dance your cares away
we'll take you for a ride
as long as you're by our side
you'll be okay
you'll be okay
you'll be okay
we'll be okay
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10. |
The First of December
06:08
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The First of December
I remember I used to love the first of December
I've never been scared of a little flying snow
It used to mean holidays around the corner
It don't mean that to me any more
Young Joseph, no one could slow him down
His smile could light a room up, that's why he flashed that beautiful thing around
In his eyes you saw his charm
His embrace was strong and warm
But he walked hard, just like he said he would
That hard living don't mean your hearts no good
We all make a mistake or a few
He did the best that he could do
He would have been great at stealing horses
If this were a simpler time
He would have been great at stealing horses
That bro of mine, that bro of mine
The last time I saw my brother he curled up at my feet
We laughed and talked for hours as we smoked and then he fell asleep
When I woke up he was gone
Without a word he'd headed home
They took my brother on the first of December
The four of them left him lying out in that snow
I know I shouldn't complain about the weather
But I don't remember feeling so cold
He would have been great at stealing horses
If this were a simpler time
He would have been great at stealing horses
That bro of mine, that bro of mine
We gathered around young Joseph and we passed the pipe around
We were sending on a journey a soul that had long since left this town
They won't be waiting long
He'll be on a mustang riding fast and strong
He would have been great at stealing horses
If this were a simpler time
He would have been great at stealing horses
That bro of mine, that bro of mine, that Joe of mine, that bro of mine
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