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(# 55 top country album)

John Davis - guitar/steel/keyboards
Jared Reynolds - bass
R.S. Field - drums/percussion
Steve Conn - piano/organ
Sonny Red - harmonica
Recorded:
2003, House Of David, Nashville
© Full Pull Music, BMI
I always toss it in when things get heavy
Wash my hands and leave 'em high and dry
I've put 'em to the wind like confetti
But a lady has a right to change her mind
I ain't giving up on you
I ain't giving up on you
By owning up to this I'm breaking the promise
I made when I was on the losing end
To tell the truth it's hard being honest
When there is something else that might break again
I ain't giving up on you...
The tin horn's jumping off the deep end
Betting on a million to one shot
All I want to do is break even
And you're the best chance I got
I ain't giving up on you...
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
There's a foreign movie up on your silver screen
Black and white and silent if you don't count the screams
From where you are sitting it all seems so real
Everyone who's seen it knows the way you feel
Wake up baby dreamer wipe the sleep from your eyes
Look behind the curtain such a beautiful sunrise
Sometimes a flight of fancy falls down from the clouds
You don't have to worry for crying out loud
Wake up baby dreamer wipe the sleep from your eyes...
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
Melancholy Polly spills her guts on stage
She can't get her jollies any other way
Safe inside the music and the melody
Polly gets to lose it and no one can see
She is not a starlet with a red guitar
Just an easy target for a broken heart
Peddling her story up there all alone
Is another allegory carved in stone
She would ransom her fate
If she had some escape
But her words are a curse
Every rhyme every line and verse
In front of the footlights Polly takes a bow
Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd
When the house is clapping she knows what it means
Her life only happens for a song to sing
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
The cuckoo clock quit chirping the bird fell out and died
Spent its whole life working and never learned to fly
It ran out of time
A man jumped in the river to wash away his sin
In his religious fervor forgot he couldn't swim
No one saved his skin
Believe you me I want to believe in you
Believe you me I want to believe I do
A woman works the corner of Hollywood and Vine
No one can afford her but we stand in line
Cause her love is blind
Believe you me I want to believe in you...
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
Mister bartender I'm speaking the truth
When I tell you my mouth is bone dry
I'd love four fingers of your hundred proof
But I've run smack dab into hard times
Wasted my fortune on having a ball
Hit the bottle like a calf at a cow
What I'm gonna ask you takes a whole lotta gall
Do me a favor and gimme one on the house
One on the house
Can't say I'm proud of this life of mine
But begging is brand new to me
I cross my heart I'll buy you one next time
As soon as I'm back on my feet
Mister bartender you won't be the first
To hear what I say and have doubts
You can question my honesty but not my thirst
Do me a favor and gimme one on the house
One on the house
Gimme one on the house one on the house
I'm just a poor soul who wants to get soused
Gimme one the house
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
Bandwagon rides for free satisfaction guaranteed
Fall in line and let it take you farther
Hurry up they're going fast
This special offer will not last
All aboard yells the main street barker
All aboard all aboard
All aboard all aboard
Sign up and get a flag wear it proudly you can brag
To the fools who didn't volunteer
Some restrictions do apply
Watch your mouth and close you eyes
And we allow no yellow foreign queers
All aboard all aboard...
A team of old white studs
Pulls this rolling country club
Climb right on in and take a seat
Down the beaten path we'll run
High stepping to the drummer's drum
And if you don't love it you can leave
All aboard all aboard...
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
In this cemetery mist stands a newborn atheist
Even if you do exist
You're far from almighty
Flesh and blood's a sissy fist
Death's a gold glove pugilist
And everyday it's hit or miss
That's what I believe
I stared at my polished shoes
In front of your wooden pews
Prayed and prayed don't let me lose
What my heart adores
Are miracles old-fashioned news
No healing hands were ever used
Faithfulness was my excuse
Tell me what was yours
I don't know how many rounds
Are left in me till I stay down
And there's no telling where I'm bound
But one thing I'm sure of
The king of kings has lost his crown
It's buried here in marble town
In the god forsaken ground
With my only love
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
Joyrides for the pain sparkling in your brain
Nothing's there just a haze swallowing up your days
When will you ever come down
When will you ever come down
All you have is what you need all you make are enemies
Can't believe what went wrong why you've been gone so long
When will you ever come down...
Who is the monster in the mirror with the sorry eyes
You've never seen it any clearer and you're terrified
Circling round and round looking for the lost and found
Dragon's teeth you have sown make it hard to come back home
When will you ever come down...
When will you ever come down...
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
The Coolsville country sheriff got tired of southern charm
And traded in his lonesome badge for a lady on his arm
Old Danny leads the well dressed in a god box by the sea
Aimed only with an ancient tongue and a gut string on his knee
Louise is in the blue moon putting up her dukes
Walking on rocky socks punching numbers on a juke
The handsome riverboat gambler is holed up in some motel
He's dealing with new players who know the game real well
And Skinny's off his rocker he left it on the road
And even though he'll miss it he had to let it go
Louise is in the blue moon putting up her dukes...
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
Just getting by is getting old
Locked up inside this pigeonhole
Breaking my back with my bare hands
Some of us can't some of us can
I don't have it in me a bullet needs a gun
And in the land of plenty they need a champion
I'm one more of many not a lion on the sun
Been hanging round and holding on
Here underground way too long
Losing my mind digging for gold
All I can find as life unfolds is
I don't have it in me a bullet needs a gun...
It's unpopular to be unpopular
It's unpopular to be unpopular
Isn't it sad the ending won't be a happy one
I'm one more of many not a lion in the sun
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© Full Pull Music, BMI
As a child I wept I was afraid
That if I slept I would not wake
But slumber came until the dawn
When Mama sang a bedtime song
Now as darkness falls on my last day
Casting a pall on where I lay
Let me make one last request
Before I take eternal rest
Sing me to sleep while I close my eyes
A soft and sweet lullaby
I'm asking please don't say goodbye
Sing me to sleep one more time
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