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Bartender
02:59
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The first time she swore it was the last time
The next time was no better than that
Last night she was running ‘round on my dime
Bartender, don’t bother cleaning my glass
The daylight used to warm me on the inside
This old axe felt right in my hands
Last night I was drinking back the sunrise
Bartender, don’t bother cleaning my glass
When it gets down to the bottom
Fill it right back to the top
This glass ain’t where it started
But it’s where it’s gonna stop
I still got a little mud on my soul
About the right amount of blood on my hands
She can’t run from the bottom of a deep hole
Bartender don’t bother cleaning my glass
When it gets down to the bottom
Fill it right back to the top
This glass ain’t where it started
But it’s where it’s gonna stop
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2. |
Familiar Streets
03:08
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Hands in my pockets, feet kicking up dust
Tracing ancient train tracks long since claimed by the rust
Never gonna get home if I can’t find my way
Looks like I’m bound for drifting one more lonesome day
Finding yourself lost is no place you want to be
Angry sunrise over unending seas
Forced to sail on with no sight of land
Reaching out your arms for a hand
This brand new world ain’t quite the same
I just want to walk where the streets know my name
If I find land tell me who should I seek
What god should I trust? What language should I speak?
Should I settle down or stay up on my feet?
Move where it’s colder or get used to this heat?
This brand new world ain’t quite the same
I just want to walk where the streets know my name
This brand new world ain’t quite the same
I just want to walk where the streets know my name
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3. |
Rearview
03:29
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I was twenty and change when I first took a life
I didn’t catch his name, but his intent was clear
I don’t give a damn for his faith or his kin
What matters to me now is that I’m still here
I fear the wrath of the righteous and true
All heaven shakes when good men set to war
I can’t sell myself honest the same
But I can say it feels like I’ve been there before
I’m a hard charging, fire breathing son of a bitch
There’s things in my rearview best left behind
I’ve learned to leave folks well enough alone
And I steer clear of angels with axes to grind
I lit out from Reno on a spell of bad luck
Wound up gut shot on the highway and left there to die
I outran the angels, but brought the Devil in tow
‘Cause I can’t help but keep a few demons nearby
I’m a hard charging, fire breathing son of a bitch
There’s things in my rearview best left behind
I’ve learned to leave folks well enough alone
And I steer clear of angels with axes to grind
I’ve learned to leave folks well enough alone
And I steer clear of angels with axes to grind
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When the road beneath my feet starts to crumble
And the lights along the edge start to fade
I rest my eyes upon you, my dear
And I shall not be afraid
When every breath I draw comes in heavy
And I can't seem to find my own way
I rest my eyes upon you, my dear
And I shall not be afraid
I shall not be afraid
I shall not be afraid
You and I side by side in the rising tide
And I shall not be afraid
When the strength that I've trusted has wavered
And I fear that my courage has strayed
I rest my eyes upon you, my dear
And I shall not be afraid
When the weight of my fear bows my shoulders
And my soul is tattered and frayed
I rest my eyes upon you, my dear
And I shall not be afraid
I shall not be afraid
I shall not be afraid
You and I side by side in the rising tide
And I shall not be afraid
I shall not be afraid
I shall not be afraid
Let us stand hand in hand in uncertain lands
And I shall not be afraid
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I went looking for the Devil to take claim my peace out of his hide
I went looking for the Devil to take claim my peace out of his hide
Turns out that Devil ain’t so easy to find
I went hunting for the Devil, old over/under in my hand
I went hunting for the Devil, old over/under in my hand
High time I find out if the Devil bleeds like an ordinary man
I’m looking for the Devil down in the bottom of my glass
I’m looking for the Devil down in the bottom of my glass
That’s where the Devil found my soul and laid me flat out on my ass
Now I’m running from the Devil just as fast as I can fly
Now I’m running from the Devil just as fast as I can fly
Once old boy’s Hellhounds catch my trail, that’s the day I’m bound to die
I woke up early this morning to the sound of beating on my door
I woke up early this morning to the sound of beating on my door
Once that old Devil beats it down I won’t see another sunrise anymore
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6. |
Lay Gently Low
06:44
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I’ve courted angels
I’ve been loved by thieves
I know well what they think of me
When I light out and leave
But I don’t worry
I don’t fret
I’ve never heard ill spoken words
That drag me down yet
But when comes my time
At the end of my days
I pray that I have strength left to say…
Lay gently low
My body down
Cover me sweet, sweet, sweet
Carolina ground
Take comfort now
Knowing where I’m bound
Lay gently low
My body down
We buried sinners
We buried saints
Ain’t a whole lot of change up on the stones
But for the names
I’m not ashamed
But I’m not too proud
I’m just trying to keep up on my feet
When the weight drags me down
But when comes my time
At the end of my days
I pray that I have strength left to say…
Lay gently low
My body down
Cover me sweet, sweet, sweet
Carolina ground
Take comfort now
Knowing where I’m bound
Lay gently low
My body down
Lay gently low
My body down
Cover me sweet, sweet, sweet
Carolina ground
Take comfort now
Knowing where I’m bound
Lay gently low
My body down
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7. |
Keep On Running
04:41
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Keep on running
You’d best go run and hide
Keep on running
You’d best go run and hide
You ain’t no stranger
But you ain’t no friend of mine
I gave you my lovin’
You let it go to waste
I gave you my lovin’
You let it go to waste
I gave you everything I had
You threw it right back into my face
I tried to love you the way a good man would
I tried to love you the way a good man would
You didn’t want my loving back then, but now you wish you could
Don’t come crawling
Sliding back along the ground
Don’t come crawling
Sliding back along the ground
Don’t come look ‘round here for me
You know I won’t be found
Keep on running
You’d best go run and hide
Keep on running
You’d best go run and hide
You ain’t no stranger
But you ain’t no friend of mine
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Richard Leigh Tyson Goldsboro, Pennsylvania
Rich is a songwriter at heart with a sound that is part American Folk, part Southern Rock, and part Mississippi Delta. He writes his songs to tell great stories. Rich strives to draw from the lives of those around him when writing. After roughly a decade away from live music, Rich is back at it ahead of the release of his first solo album, Looking for the Devil… a long overdue project. ... more
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