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Eight Day Clock
07:20
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Late last night I came home
I was worn down by the mile
I was half asleep
So damn weak
But I knew I had a hill to climb
Good luck couldn't find me
So I put on a winning smile
I was stuck in the snow
Halfway to Reno
When I thought I heard an old sweet chime
Out on a country porch
I saw a Greta Garbo stare
I didn't hear her speak
But that elusive mystique
Man it made me lose my mind
Inside she waved me
And she put a clover in my hair
She kissed my cheek
Then started to speak
But then I heard a clock strike nine
Some nights I ask myself why
She loved that hour bell
Like a lullaby
Wind it and forget
Never lost track of time yet
Years and years of cheap talk
And I still hear
Her eight day clock
She eyed the mantle
And pointed to the granddaddy clock
She had tears in her eyes
So I thought it unwise
To look into their sea blue sky
I asked how she made it tick
And she looked at me with shock
Why it goes for eight days
And on the hour it plays
The sweetest song you've ever heard
A melody that makes the angels cry
Some nights I ask myself why
She loved that hour bell
Like a lullaby
Wind it and forget
Never lost track of time yet
Years and years of cheap talk
And I still hear
Her eight day clock
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2. |
Big Creek
09:03
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I headed out before the sun gave chase
Binnie said that they would case the place
Take my word for it
Know I'm good for it
I won't tell you no lie
We spread all over these plains of fate
Asked around and damn near no one could relate
Take my word for it
Know I'm good for it
I won't tell you no lie
There was no place I could hide
Crossing over Pete's divide
I never needed that medicine
But I sure'd like to see you all again
Help me get back to big
Help me get back to big creek
One more time
With the water at our feet
When it's running fast and deep
I settled down into another lull
Death was close and the gin went straight to my skull
Take my word for it
Know I'm good for it
I won't tell you no lie
They shot Binnie first and then they tracked me down
Shot me dead in my own hometown
Take my word for it
Know I'm good for it
I won't tell you no lie
There was no place I could hide
Crossing over Pete's divide
I never needed that medicine
But I sure'd like to see you all again
Help me get back to big
Help me get back to big creek
One more time
With the water at our feet
When it's running fast and deep
Help me get back to big
Help me get back to big creek
One more time
With the water at our feet
When it's running fast and deep
Help me get back to big
Help me get back to big creek
One more time
With the water at our feet
When it's running fast and deep
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The Whags Seattle, Washington
The Whags are an "Americana Jam" band from Seattle, WA. Their open-ended approach to Americana, funk, and sunshine pop provides many musical tethers throughout their sweeping live shows and wide ranging recorded material. Their debut full-length album, "Routine for Now" is out April 7. ... more
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