1. |
Silver Dollar
03:24
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SILVER DOLLAR
I had a silver dollar
Worth its weight in gold
A promise in my palm
That I’d forever hold
Promises grow heavy
And glimmer fades with time
I spent that silver dollar
Not a worry on my mind
Once I knew a sparrow
Simple gray and brown
As sweet as any songbird
Ever flew above this ground
I know a hundred others
Sing those same little trills
But the wind that made her wander
Left a silence never filled
I have the home you left me
Of shining golden sand
And though the tides come daily
I build it up again
Oh, it shines so bright
I need no other home
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2. |
Sly Penny
03:38
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SLY PENNY
Well they call him Sly Penny
That’s what I hear
Find a way to make his money
Then he disappear
[CHORUS]
Where you going buddy
Where you going now
Where you going buddy
I’m state line bound
Here comes Sly Penny
What’s the deal today
Hook ‘em on a line about Lincoln
Then he roll away
[CHORUS]
You should’ve heard Sally talking
Right in front of her man
Sly Penny sings like the preacher
And he’s got the softest hands
[CHORUS]
Sly Penny’s got an ear for the jingle
He’s got an eye for the shine
He’s got a nose for trouble
But he ain’t got much time
[CHORUS]
Sly Penny should’ve kept on rolling
But he met his match
He was quick but he wasn’t quick enough
To slip the catch
[CHORUS]
Lay the penny on the train track
Here come the 6:04
See the copper tremble
Penny much thinner than before
[CHORUS]
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3. |
Outskirts
05:01
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OUTSKIRTS
I’m twelve miles from the outskirts and I just woke up
Dawn glares down at me through the windshield
Old Toyota shudders in the wake of a passing truck
On a broken highway, cuts through a barren cornfield
Evening evaporates in the fog on the road behind me
And though I lost another night, morning came to find me
I need some way to patch these holes
I need some time, time alone
And I need some cause to stir my soul
I need something to warm my bones
I need someone to call my own
And I need some place to call my home
Face down in the dark on a foreign bed
I just opened up my eyes and the sun is heading West
Head throbs and belly’s telling me I must’ve swallowed lead
Can’t put a name to her body next to me though I try my level best
Memory hides in the unlit room and I close the door behind me
And though I’ve lost another night, morning came to find me
I need some way to patch these holes
I need some time, time alone
And I need some cause to stir my soul
I need something to warm my bones
I need someone to call my own
And I need some place to call my home
I need some way to patch these holes
I need some time, time alone
And I need some cause to stir my soul
I need something to warm my bones
I need someone to call my own
And I need some place to call my home
I need some way to patch these holes
I need some time, time alone
And I need some cause to stir my soul
I need something to warm my bones
I need someone to call my own
And I need some place to call my home
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4. |
Shine
04:30
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SHINE
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Listen to that mockingbird
He’s singing papa’s song to you
Diamond ring, a looking glass
So much more than what you asked
But still not a promise carried through
June bug at the window screen
Break his way into your dreams
With all that clatter pounding at your door
Let him in like all the rest
Never mind the fact they left you wondering
What all the racket’s for
[CHORUS]
If you could see beyond the stars
Inside all those burning hearts
I know just what you’d find
So wish on every star you see
And when you finally get to me
You’ll know exactly why I shine
Icy water, morning swim
Shaky eyes, uneasy grin
Be some time before they let you be
Blame yourself, forgive the one
Who let you think he was the sun
All a part of trying to come clean
[CHORUS]
Preacher on the pulpit high
Doesn’t think to ask you why
You’re numb to all he has to say
Sing little baby, bright and clear
Sing so all those ghosts can hear
You’re crying for what they washed away
[CHORUS]
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5. |
Rex's Blues
03:40
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REX'S BLUES by Townes Van Zandt
Ride the blue wind high and free
She’ll lead you down to misery
Lead you low come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
If I had a nickel I’d find a game
If I won a dollar I’d make it rain
If it rained an ocean I’d drink it dry
And lay me down dissatisfied
It’s legs to walk and thoughts to fly
Eyes to laugh and lips to cry
A restless tongue to classify
All born to grow and grown to die
Tell my baby I said so long
Tell my mother I done no wrong
Tell my little brother to watch his own
And tell my friends to mourn me none
I’m chained upon the face of time
Feeling full of foolish rhyme
There ain’t no dark till something shines
I’m bound to leave this dark behind
Ride the blue wind high and free
She’ll lead you down to misery
Lead you low come time to go
Alone and low as low can be
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Tall County Garrison, New York
Tall County is a Hudson Valley-based trio writing and playing stripped-down songs on strung-up instruments. The band just released its first full-length album, Featherweight, a collection of 14 original songs bristling with fiddle licks and harmony. It was recorded in 2015 in the Adirondacks by Beehive Productions. Tall County's 2013 release, an EP called Shine, blew everyone's minds. ... more
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