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Leaving
02:31
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Woke up this morning and it looked like rain
Never know if I'd ever be back again
Only knew that being here is driving me insane
And I'm leaving
I know there's never a good time to go
But I've got my hat and I've got my coat
And I'm on the road and that's all she wrote
I'm leaving.
Miles of pavement, hundreds of bridges
Wondering which is the way I should have gone
GPS is all in a mess
Recalculating every time I turn it on
If I go one way then I don't go the other
Maybe I'll hate it and maybe I'll love it
But the ground is cold and I'd rather be above it
I'm leaving
This is the go-to, end-all, be-all, trying too
Hard to do all and have all and to see all
It's in my mind - maybe it's real
I'm leaving
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2. |
The Grape Song
03:36
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they say the more things that you do at once the less effective you will be at any of 'em
the focus of our thoughts is all that any of us have got to call on when we face our times
but if we're not built to multitask, the future's gonna be a whole lot to ask so it's best to try and simplify
too much, too fast
i need a little breathing room
i'm teetering on bleary views
this pace can't last
how's a man with many loves supposed to satisfy enough of any of 'em?
the heartbeat of a passion beats in its own time
even a genius maximus ain't got a lot of extra special sauce
it's best to try and simplify
why so complicated?
a confident man should be understated
it's a word to live by: simplify
a grape doesn't have to try be a raisin
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3. |
The Way From Here
03:20
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Sitting on the sand by the headland watching the waves go by
Thinking to myself that I couldn’t believe how the time can fly
But it’s water under the bridge flowing away from here
To wherever life goes, nobody knows the way from here.
Painting the pavement, the rain has a way of keeping me inside
The morning dew makes me think of you as the sun gets high
It’s water under the bridge flowing away from here
To wherever life goes, nobody knows the way from here.
The water that flows away today
Comes back another day
Snow, sleet, or rain
Never twice the same
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4. |
Every Man's Blues
03:30
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Sitting here thinking I got Everyman’s blues
Gotta wake up every morning, hear the same sad news.
It’s true – everybody’s telling you:
Can’t know a man till you walk a mile in his shoes.
Lost my mail so I never got my letter
I never knew it – didn’t get better.
It’s true – everybody’s telling you
Can’t know that man till you walk that mile in his shoes.
Happy in the morning and sad by night
You know, it doesn’t feel good and it don’t seem right.
It’s true – everybody’s telling you
Can’t know a man till you understand what he might lose .
Feels real strange, I said “It don’t seem right.”
It’s like the water’s too heavy or the beer’s too light
It’s true – everybody’s telling you
Can’t know a man till you understand what he must choose.
Gotta let it settle ‘cause it’s too intense.
It’s like thinking that talking means common sense.
It’s true –everybody’s telling you
Can’t know a man till you walk a mile in his shoes.
That’s why I’m sitting here thinking,
“I’m thinkin’ I got Everyman’s blues.”
Art © Simon Goldsmith
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5. |
The Fretbox Bandit
03:50
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Hey conductor, conductor
Tell the engineer
Stop this train
20 hours past I was rotting in a Kansas jail
Now I'm on a train with the Western Union mail
Gonna get off at a desert station
Ain't looking for no altercation
But I'm not leaving here empty handed,
After all, I'm the Fretbox Bandit
Last car's loaded with the gold from the Cold Creek mine
I'm gonna hold it in my hands, it's the score of a lifetime
Got a pair of pistols, buddy's waiting with the horses
Gotta make it to the river where the railroad crosses
I'm not going back to jail - my mind can't stand it
You'd better take me serious - I'm the Fretbox Bandit
Hey conductor, conductor
Tell the engineer
Stop this train
When it’s all said and done
I’ll find a hacienda in the sun
An expensive guitar and a beautiful woman
I’ll spend my days smoking cigars,
Tending a little tequila bar,
Knowing that I have gotten
Far, far, far, far away from here
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6. |
77
03:40
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7 times 11 was the time that I last saw you
7 times 11 it was like I should have known
7 times 11 it’s been so long looking for you
Lady – where you gone?
I call your name
It’s clear it’s not the same without you
Uncertainty brought us together
And now it’s torn us apart
And left me all alone with this broken heart
24/7 thinking how I could have kept you
Wondering if there was something I could have done
All of those hours wasted on illusion
I thought you were the one
17 seconds from hello to goodbye
Heartbeat climbing up to 155
100 degrees makes the mercury rise
I bled, I sweat, I cried
I call your name
It’s clear it’s not the same without you
Uncertainty brought us together
And now it’s torn us apart
And left me all alone with this broken heart
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7. |
Hard Way
04:27
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I knew a man in Texas. He was all kinds of messed up.
He was mean to his woman and his kids. Don’t you know
He had a black Ford pickup, middle-finger stickup
and he wouldn’t let you pass, even if he’s going slooow.
So he’s going down a hill, he's going 90 miles an hour,
looks up in his mirror and he says, “Hell, no,
You ain’t gonna pass. Drops the pedal to the metal,
slides out of his lane …. That’s ahard way to go.
Darwin really hit it with “Survival of the Fittest.”
If you don’t think he did it I’ll tell you how I know:
‘Cause if you don’t use your head you're going to end up dead
instead of sleeping in your bed and that’s a hard way to go
It’s a hard way, it’s a hard, hard way
It’s a hard way. It’s a hard way to go
It’s a hard way, it’s a hard, hard way
It’s a hard way. It’s a hard way to go
After Lenny’s truck crash, looking through the dash
Where his window used to be, but it wasn’t anymore
Now there were branches and wires, pieces of his tires
But Lenny was alive, though he was plenty sore.
Now Lenny had been drinking, so he wasn’t clearly thinking
When he reached for the pruning shears stored down below.
He got himself real stable reached up and was able
To cut the power cable …Ooh, that’s a hard way to go
Chorus
Bobby was a lover – oh, just one girl or another
he acted like a mother, but he never let it show.
He was fine till he met Doris, who had a brother, Morris,
who had a 45 … That’s a hard way to go
Chorus
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9. |
Stepping Stones
04:06
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He’s got nowhere to go
But he’s a stepping stone away...
He can feel the dissonance seeping in, making sense
Seeing two sides of the same coin
Wishing can’t put back intact, everything changes
Time to place your bets, boy
The catalyst has arrived
Got nowhere to go
But he’s a stepping stone away from going it alone
Got nowhere to go
But he’s a stepping stone away
It was fun and then it wasn’t and what’s next
It’s all the love he’s ever known –– never known –– never shown
All he really has is his story
But wouldn’t it be grand
If he knew the end before it landed on his shoulders
Got nowhere to go
But he’s a stepping stone away from going it alone
Got nowhere to go
But he’s a stepping stone away from going it alone
God knows where to go
But he’s a stepping stone away from going it alone
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Fretbox Trio Boston, Massachusetts
In late 2012, three singer-songwriter-musicians stepped outside their respective comfort zones to make music together. They play acoustic guitar-led originals and covers from a wide range of influences. Use the link below to contact Adam for booking.
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