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Lemme tell you a few things about who you’re here to hear
A couple of ascertainable facts that have been verified, certified, and sealed with approval
By no lesser authority than the Fraternal Organization of Guarantees, Warranties, Rubber Stamps, and Green Lights
Of which the Guinness Book of World Records and the Office of Weights and Measures
Both are subsidiaries
He speaks six languages fluently and can get into fights in thirty more
He’s been the best man at the weddings of ten senators and a dozen Grand Viziers
Only six of which ended in divorce and one of ‘em in arbitration
He’s swaggered through more saloon doors than John Wayne
Tuned Woody Guthrie’s guitar and taught him to croon
Was an underwriter in the selling of Robert Johnson’s soul
Which he won back playin’ poker with the Devil’s mother-in-law
He got the Good Lord drunk and made him write a new book for the Bible
The Book of Ambulations, Perambulations, and Scootin’ Round Town
The alpha and omega of which is just “yep”
He’s camped with hobos, learned their signs
Made up a couple himself, which were subsequently adopted into the lexicon
Of vagrants, ragamuffins, and the generally destitute
He’s slept in the mayor’s guest room and the dumpster behind the pool hall
Seen sunrises over Bogotá and sunsets from the Rockies,
Had a buffalo for a pal and taught love songs to chickadees
Yessiree, he’s the real McCoy, the big man on campus,
The unchronicled legend
Who’s done more to boost the reputation of the City of St. Paul
Than Paul Bunyan, Paul Revere, and Paul of Tarsus rolled into one...
He’s the one
The only
The exceptional
The here-today-gone-tomorrow
The not-to-be-missed
The chap-in-the-hat....
Townhouse Woods.
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I went to the doctor and the doctor said, "All the pills in the world could not fix your head"
I went to my woman, my woman she said, "I'm leavin' you, boy, leavin' you for dead"
I went to the preacher and the preacher said, "You're gonna burn, my son, for what you did"
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One More Moving On Song
03:54
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Ain't gonna say I miss you
Cause that'd be a lie
But that don't mean
I don't think of you at night
When that song gets stuck inside my head, like "Ooo"
You say I've had enough whiskey
So pass me up a beer
Come tomorrow
You know you'll find me here
I'll be singing my songs and carrying on like "Ooo"
It's been said before, but I'll say it again--can't no one outrun time
And you know all my favorite singers have stolen all of my best lines about moving on
Moving on
So I'll cut my losses
And I'll cut my ties
I'll keep these wins
Buried deep
Down inside
Keep starting them fires
I'm liable to get burned
But the hard way
Is the only way I learn
It's just a game to watch the flames
Burn through
Say goodbye to Blakeslee
Just pack it up and go
And they'll replace me
And lord, it won't be slow
Let's lose the old and grab ahold
The new
It's been said before but I'll say it again--hey, nothing beats straight cash, homey
And money's got a funny way of turning treasures into trash and we all move on
We're moving on
Chorus
It seems we're lost at sea again
And there's no going back
I swear I know
Where I wanna go
But I've never
Had a map
Chorus
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Hard Country
03:39
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I been wandering through these hills
And I ain't got no more pills
And the mean old wind won't blow no luck my way
And the world has made me strong
But it can't contain me long
For I got a mind to make these bastards pay
Don't you come 'round throwing lead
'Less your wish is to get dead
'Cause the iron on my hip don't tell no lies
Oh and God can't save you here
He moved back east last year
Yeah the dust will swallow up your mournful cries
This here is hard country
If you don't take these words to heart
You'll find your share of teachers
Give you some lessons 'round these parts
I tell ya know amount of rye
Gonna justify your lies
I can see right through you and that glass you pour
We can settle this like men
Bring these troubles to an end
And I can learn ya to keep your eyes off what ain't yours
Chorus
You say the town you're in can't hold ya
Come on out to Canistota
Yeah, the long arms of the law don't reach us here
And if you really wanna try me
At the U-Bar Inn you'll find me
Room 11, just me and my six-gun, we're drinking beer
Chorus
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For A Few Brief Moments
02:45
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What made you mad enough to stray?
Why weren't you man enough to stay?
Thief in the night pulls the rug out from under the feet
Of my world
For a few brief moments everything disappears
Under those flashing reds & blues
You teach us all just how to lose
Cackle and scoff as a woman steps onto her porch
And screams
For a few brief moments everything disappears
Who is the victim here?
I saw that blank frozen stare
Soul made of empty cans and air
Refusing every instance when somebody offers out a hand
Longing for a few brief moments when it all disappears
Who is the victim here?
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When You Sing
03:52
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Sometimes in this life
Pain and trouble find me
The world ain't always nice
And folks don't act too kindly
I wouldn't say I'm hopeless
Or gloomy or downhearted
But I can't seem to suppress
Bad thoughts once they've started
But I've found
I have found
That when you sing
When you sing
I feel a little bit closer to everything
That is good in the world
Winter shakes my bones
And gives my soul a chill
This Minnesota cold
I've already had my fill
So let's just stay inside
Maybe you can play piano
We'll sing songs through the night
And let them chilly winds blow as they will
As they will
'Cause when you sing
When you sing
I feel the warmth
Of the coming spring
And all is right with the world
In heaven up above
The angel band and choir
Play their songs of love
For those who have expired
Behind them pearly gates
The streets are paved with gold
And everyone's in a state
Of permanent joy, I'm told
Not concerned
With our world
But when you sing
When you sing
All of them angels quit their trumpeting
And even God turns an ear
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Sami Jo
02:59
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Sami Jo, I love her so
But we may never be together
Sami Jo, I love her so
I will wait for her forever
I was seventeen
She came upon the scene
She stood out from all the others
Before the day was done
I told everyone,
"I'm gonna make Sami Jo my lover"
Chorus
Now high school's done
Graduation has come
And there's one true thing that I know
No matter where I'll be
I shall never see
Another girl like Sami Jo
Chorus
Driving through her town
Hoping she's around
I miss her angel face
Lord, bring her back to me
That is my only plea
I'll give up my hopeless chase
Chorus
Oh I know she's not true
But hey, what can I do?
I just cannot let this go
If she should call on me
Well I can guarantee
I'll run to my Sami Jo
Chorus
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One September Morning
04:28
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One September morning
Colder than it should be
Autumn winds are a-blowing
I'm waiting so restlessly
Frost covers my windows
Pretty girl on my mind
I'll soon be with her, though
Only to tell her goodbye
One October morning
So long I've been so withdrawn
Here it's already snowing
Pack up my things and I'm gone
She is no longer with me
And I shall see her no more
Sorrow, it overtakes me
Reaches right down to the core
But when she was mine, the stars all shined brighter
And when she was mine, my worries weighed lighter
When she was mine, when she was mine
My world felt righter
One November morning
She wakes me up with her call
How could something so lovely
Turn out to be my downfall
Never did see it coming
She says she still cares for me
Right now all that I'm knowing
She wants me to set her free
Chorus
One December morning
Twelve weeks since I last held her
To this love I'm still clinging
I just wish I could tell her
When I think of Wyoming
I cannot help but to cry
For the girl that I left there
And the way she changed my life
Chorus
One September morning
Pretty girl on my mind
I'll soon be with her, though
Only to tell her goodbye
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