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Change My Mind
03:42
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I’ve been trying lately now to try and change my mind
I’ve been treading through the daylight without seeing the sunshine
I’ve been staring out the window
hoping for something that ain’t never gonna come
The walking man walks, the talking man talks, the running man’s gotta run
If I could get a little comfort in that deep shade of night
this mean old godforsaken world might just seem all right
but you could change my mind
I’ve been trying lately now to try to fix myself
I’ve been buying a ton of novels and just let them sit there on the shelf
I’ve been getting down to the real deal
but the real deal never shows
I’ve been stumbling around asking everyone where the soul of man goes
If I could get a little comfort in that deep shade of night
this mean old godforsaken world might just seem all right
you could change my mind
why don’t you change my mind?
Put some new pavement on the old roads
new dogs at the door
sometimes the things we need
are the things we’ve always had before
but you could change my mind
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Hard Time
03:38
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Down by the quarry where the big birds fly
the sweet perfume of the great by-and-by
I keep my nickels and dimes
I hold your hand in mine
I can show you an easy way
to have a hard time
Hard Georgia morning, only good for the lens
we could be in the city with your oldest friends
Why here? Why now? We could be anywhere anyhow
We could find an easy way
to have a hard time.
I’m a whitewashed dogwood with roots spreading thin
I’m keeping score with the scenery again
Do we want kids? Is there a world kind enough to raise them in?
They could find an easy way
to have a hard time.
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Headed south on 61
too many miles but the truck still runs
hills like white elephants
in time.
I never prepared, never thought
I’d get so lucky, get so caught
up in the snares of being loved,
a little bud on the vine.
And there’s the name you had to summon from your family
and the endless calls from all long distance friends
I guess that’s why I’m here in this motel room
where young adults
end up adults in the end.
Run of the mill old milltown blues
I left home, I found you
and hills like white elephants
in time.
We got jobs and moved again
a little bitty place to hem us in
and hills like white elephants
to ease my mind.
And there’s the road that leads me everywhere but backward
and the habits I’ve come to love like dear old friends
Fucked up in this Motel 6 in Nashville
where young adults
end up adults in the end.
I’ll do my best
I’ll do my best
I’ll do my best
I’ll do my best.
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No Difference Macedonia
05:43
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It don’t make no difference to me
No, it don’t make no difference to me
You can lay my bones in Macedonia ground
or bury me by Indian Creek
It don’t make no difference to me.
It don’t make no difference to me
It don’t make no difference to me
You can lock me up with rattlesnakes
Throw away the key
It don’t make no difference to me
Do the sins of the father
belong to the son?
Will the bride lift the veil
before the wedding march’s begun?
I don’t have a moral, child
all of that’s been done
and it don’t make no difference to me
It don’t make no difference to me
my grandpa made corn liquor by the creek
and now his boy sells xanax ambien and trucker speed
and it don’t make no difference to me
Do the sins of the father
belong to the son?
Will the bride lift the veil
before the wedding march’s begun?
I don’t have a moral, child
all of that’s been done
and it don’t make no difference to me
It don’t make no difference to me
no it don’t make no difference to me
you can shine your light in the darkest spots
the blind will never see
and it don’t make no difference to me
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Local Support
03:46
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We were just a bunch of kids
twelve bar blues, cranking the mids
Playing tunes at the same damn place we did last week
Seth’s up in Nashville now,
I heard Cole was touring the south
Duke went underground back in ‘15
I can’t believe it’s been six years since I’d seen your face
I knew I’d lost you seeing the handful of pills you’d take
Oh why don’t we
say amen
for the local support
that props up the upstart touring bands
I guess I didn’t know
and nobody knew how to book shows
A couple of years went by and we all moved on
But after a couple of beers you and I would share our fears
dude, you were underage but wise as hell
I can’t believe I never called just to see what’s up
the best of us are often born with awful luck
Oh why don’t we
say amen
for the local support
that props up the upstart touring bands
Oh why don’t we
say amen
Oh why don’t we
say amen.
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West Bethlehem
04:38
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I’m better with words when I don’t have to say them
and I’m better with friends when they’re not around
One of these days I’ll crank up that engine
and never look back upon this shithole town
West Bethlehem, east of eden
where’s Jesus when you need him
My mother calls me after work every evening
never says nothing except the weather report
Most folks I can’t stand, especially my family
They’re as good as can be, but goddamn I’m bored
Here in West Bethlehem, east of Eden
Where’s Jesus when you need him
I applied for a job writing grants for the county
I never heard back, so I called them up
The clerk said she’d seen no such application
So I keep on driving this damn semi truck
just like my father
a damn semi truck
Straight out of West Bethlehem, east of Eden
Where’s Jesus when you need him?
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Living in a Song
03:13
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I was an angel from Montgomery but I lost my wings
I was born to run on Dexedrine
The old rugged cross is a brittle old thing
I’ve been living in a song since I learned to sing
I’ve been living in a song since I learned to sing
I ain’t learned much of anything
How not to do the blues, how to stay in time
and put your fingers in your ears when your baby cries
It don’t last long
living in a song.
I was a bridge over water, trouble was my luck
I put a half a million miles on a pickup truck
through that bougainvillea and honeysuck
I’ve been living in a song someone else made up
I’ve been living in a song since I learned to sing
I ain’t learned much of anything
How not to do the blues, how to stay in time
and put your fingers in your ears when your baby cries
it don’t last long
living in a song.
I’ve had the workingman’s blues since I was a kid
I should’ve cared about Merle when I said I did
But if we’re born to grow and grown to die
I’ll be living in a song that’s five miles wide.
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Mississippi Hallelujah
07:06
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Don’t feel like talking, don’t feel like much of nothing no more
These green eyes seem older than before
I remember the way your hair whipped in the wind
I remember the way I felt when I touched your skin
Used to feel lonesome, I don’t feel nothing at all now
Used to feel angry now I feel I’m gonna drown
Down by the quarry lake on the southside of town
Singing my songs to the birds on the ground.
Can I get a Mississippi hallelujah
can I get a little something for the road
Don’t tell me where my dreams ran off to
they’re made of gold
Used to go wandering down these streets at night
Used to go out drinking and try to pick a fight
Used to get off on treating all my love like shit
Used to be a user but you helped to fix all of it
When we met it felt so easy
When we met it wasn’t kind
You swept me up and then you poured me out
Sweeping me down but i’m not down and out
Feel like a failure, feel like I’m falling apart
Feel if I could change then so could anyone’s heart
Singing my songs to these sad old clowns
Nothing I’ve done is gonna matter now.
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Tyler Key Athens, Georgia
Athens, GA songwriter. Loud folk rock. This American Life as heard through a megaphone. Proud to be a bitter southerner.
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