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Hush Little Baby (Live)
02:45
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Hush little baby; don't say a word
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing
Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass
Daddy's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke
Daddy's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull
Daddy's gonna buy you a bull and cart
And if that bull and cart gets wrecked
Daddy's gonna buy you a dog named Rex
And if that dog named Rex won't bark
Daddy's gonna buy you a horse and cart
And if that horse and cart turns 'round
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in the town
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I can hardly speak
I think my tongue is filled with lead
I look in the distance to the peak
I’m afraid that I should go to bed
No, those are words that I might tweak
I think it’s all just in my head
Or maybe my spirit’s sprung a leak
Or else my soul has not been fed
Oh, I’ve had an awful week
& I’m coming off my meds
Take a moment for reprieve
Take some time to just relax
There are points you should concede
Try to square off with the facts
Try to follow where they lead
Try to think before you act
Try to turn some words to deed
Try to reel in a little slack
Try to say just what you mean
But please use a little tact
& Don’t get stuck off in one scene
You gotta move and not look back
It’s happened all too quick
Something slipped, yet I’ve survived
But I feel beaten with a stick
Those ain’t words that I’ve contrived
At times I thought I could get sick
I just let out a little sigh
Oh, I thought it had me licked
But I'll probably make it if I try
Oh, I’ve tried to make it known
I’ve opened up the lid
You’ve seen what I have shown
I ain’t kept nothing hid
We feel the winds have blown
No more time to play or kid
We’re due up on the loan
And it doesn’t matter what we did
Though we ain’t nothing they can clone
Or upon which they might bid
Girl, I said I'd would drive this home
And that’s exactly what I did
Oh, I need a wealthy little girl
One with trimmings and with lace
Or else a higher standard whore
One with a pretty little face
I oughta get out in the world
Not be so caught up in this race
With these rat-like little squirrels
Trying to keep up with the pace
Who live and die by business morals
Who cannot see past what is base
Who with batons that twist and twirl
But unlikely ever leave a trace
I probably need a well-raised girl
Guess I'll have look out-of-state
One I can show off at the store
One I can take out on a date
Alternative stanzas:
Don’t turn back, babe, I’m comin’ around the bend
I’m gettin’ back on track, babe
Try not to condescend
They thought they had me sacked, babe
But I got up and went again
I’d been listenin’ to some quacks, friend
Those sorts that move in packs
But it’s time to start again
I’m coming around the bend
I was trying to make amends
Try not to condescend
Babe, I’m about to close the deal
And you think of me today
And now you know this shit’s for real
Not some act that I have feigned
Not something yet to be revealed
Though I admit a bit insane
Ain't like some show that I have billed
What this is is very plain
Neither hidden nor concealed
Aw, hear me out ol’ babe
& Don’t give me no flack until
What it is is very plain
What this is is very real
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A Good Ol' Girl (Live)
03:33
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I kept her secret with all I did
Kept her locked up tight with heavy lid
I wouldn't mention her much not even to my friends
She was mine, alone, and I was keeping her hid
She was a good ol' girl, and I loved her, I did
Second loves you have will not compare
With the first you had who had not been shared
Now, perhaps you'll tell me that's crude and bare
But with seconds and thirds, I really couldn't care
She was a good ol' girl with long brown hair
All I asked for; all I prayed
Was to live like so for the rest of my days
And to never end and never wane
But end it did in an awful way
I remember her sprawled out on the floor
She wept in pain but it hurt me more
I don't even recall what we were fighting for
That I was young and dumb we cannot ignore
I'm a' telling you man she was a good ol' girl
Now those days so far behind
When I still had faith in womankind
Will my days ever be so kind?
Not sure the answer's what I'm looking to find
I kept her secret with all I did
Kept her locked up tight under heavy lid
I wouldn't mention her much not even to my friends
She was mine, alone, and I was keeping her hid
She was a good ol' girl and I loved her, I did
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Oh, bury me not
On the lone prairie
These words fell low
And mournfully
From the pallid lips
Of a youth who lay
On his dying bed
At the close of day
Oh, bury me not
And his voice fell there
But we took no heed
To the boy's last prayer
In a shallow grave
Just six by three
We buried him there
On the lone prairie
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When I ran into you after many years, unseen, in another state
When I ran into you after many years, unseen, in another state
In a parking lot; we talked for hours over highway diner plates
Life played games on me when I demanded more of it than it would give
Life played games on me when I demanded more of it than it would give
I thought it cruel and mean, but my life became a life that I could live
With all our other friends: though I love them, they've been brainwashed to the max
With all our other friends: though I love them, they've been brainwashed to the max
I might would try to bend, but I cannot bend the truth or change the facts
I'll be moving on, but to where I cannot say for it's still unknown
I'll be moving on, but to where I cannot say for it's still unknown
Till some road ahead might open up before me and way is shown
I'll let it find me babe, for when I tried to find it my trying was in vain
I'll let it find me babe, for when I tried to find it my trying was in vain
But I hope it finds me soon, for I'm 48 and at the end of my chain
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I lost my life somehow
To an ugly wife, a sow
To life behind the plow
For to buy her plates of chow
And the thing that'll get me most
Is how I moved here from the coast
To this dump to take my post
Where my dreams burnt up like toast
For to live here in this space
An ugly wasteland of a place
Where druggies like zombies pace
Where your kids can't show their face
Yes, my life went in a ditch
When I got tangled up with that ol' witch
Since the evening when we got hitched
A ten year scratch that I can't itch
Now I work down at this store
As a salesman on the floor
Where we sell cheap junk and more
For a boss we do deplore
What I do I do despise
For not much pay I compromised
Far too late before I realized
That on this treadmill I'd live and die
If I could I would explain
How I crashed into this lane
How I lost such an easy game
Yes, if I could I would explain
But I can't, so what I'll do
Is I'll offer you a word or two
Some advice if you can hear me through
That's if you know what's good for you
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Reece Sullivan Lafayette, Louisiana
Originally from Arkansas, and now in Lafayette, LA, I play the surrounding areas regularly. Over the course of the years, I've reinvented myself musically many times: piano to guitar, classical to art rock, art rock to folk, flat picking to finger-picking, solely songwriting to performing. My latest incarnation has me playing out often, sometimes touring, and writing and recording consistently. ... more
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