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Running on Empty
04:53
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She said, "I'm not sure how this'll turn out . All this stress I can do without. And you know I've got my doubts. I just don't see a way out."
I said, "Hope you don't mind me askin' but why this sense of abandon?
You know there are ones who care to ease this burden we bear"
Well I call my brother several times a day and my sister, she'll meet me in Coeur d'Alene. There's friends nearby, we'll see how it goes cause staying here, I just won't.
So at this bridge we cross wondering do I jump or not
If I cross can I return to count up all the lessons learned
If crossing's what I've chosen there's a chance to heal what's broken
Trust that this'll guide me through and get myself back home to you
Well a few days passed and I stopped by thinkin' I'd give us another try
Walked though the door, stepped inside. Surprised, we began to cry
For just a moment between earth and heaven
We held each other for what seemed forever
We dry our eyes as she starts to say
Say honey, "I just can't go on this way."
So at this bridge we cross wondering do I jump or not
If I cross can I return to count up all the lessons learned
If crossing's what I've chosen there's a chance to heal what's broken
Trust that this'll guide me through and get myself back home to you
To get myself back home to you
To get myself back home to you
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Angel from Montgomery
04:38
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Backroads
04:01
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Another lap in this rat race
Another wild goose chase
Knowin' my life has gone astray
Too many friends in a hurry and now
It's got me worried thinkin' it's high time to change
Find a road and I'll leave this town
Take it easy, and bum around
Play my music, peaceful feelin' comes my way
When it's a "out on the back roads" kind of day
Highway's jammed it's stop and go
It's not my way of going slow
Gonna have to find me another way
Almost there already know
Inner child says let it flow better get out there n play
Find a road and I'll leave this town
Take it easy, and bum around
Play my music, peaceful feelin' comes my way when it's a
"out on the back roads" kind of day hey
Out on the back roads to.....
We all feel the pressure
To look for something better
With a little help along the way
Now you know I won't regret
All the troubles I know I'll forget as I
<<huh>> hop in and drive away
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Clear skies, open road
Wave to those who live by the code
Face their fears, lose or win
Keeps us pushing around the bend
Where we're headed glad you asked
Rollin' till we're out of gas
'neath the stars, engines a thunder
There's plenty of broken lines to cover
The wind calls and clears my mind
We've waited for this chance to ride
Here with you in the time of my life
Livin' life five gallons at a time
Ridin hard, crank the fun
Miles to go, gettin' it done
Can't stop now gotta get goin'
Ride to keep these wheels rollin'
Call it life, an adventure
Be the last thing we remember
Here with you in the time of my life
Livin' life five gallons at a time
It's the journey, not destination
Not all sunshine when it's rainin'
Here with you in the time of my life
Livin' life five gallons at a time
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6. |
A Lifetime of Sundays
04:23
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The amber glow of the morning sky reflected off the surface
We make our way across the lake in an aged wooden boat adrift
Left a gentle wake and my hand you'd take,
On a morning day on Sunday. The first of many Sundays.
In a week of days that lay ahead I’d watch you in your solace sleep
The sun would rise, you'd open your eyes
With a glow that would take ahold of me
Oh my hungry heart and my yearning soul
In a week of Sundays. A week of many Sundays.
Time oh time, why does it slip so easily away
When you're with me I'd take the moments of the past
And the grains of sand that are left
Hold em in my hand along with the rest.
For at least another year. Another year of Sundays.
The tones and shades around us start to take a different look
And through the years, its time that's taught us In the choices that we took
That it’s better to have and hold and worth a price to pay
For a lifetime of love. In a lifetime of Sundays.
Time oh time, why does it slip so easily away
When you're with me I'd take the moments of the past
And the grains of sand that are left
And hold them in my hand along with the rest.
For at least another year.
Another year of Sundays. For a lifetime of love.
In a lifetime of Sundays.
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7. |
A Place Called Home
04:07
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He steps inside not sure what he'll find
or what is there to greet him
A painting of their wedding day
in a place he once found comfort
Two wooden chairs sit by the hearth
old photographs spread on the table
Her favorite books stacked in the nook
for when they both sought refuge
That dusty road he rides alone
and keep on ridin’ till he wakens
Kicking up the dirt to get back with her
to that place he called home
The time has come to deal with the hurt
and the loneliness that now surrounds him
All was lost when she left this house
while the memories stay deep inside him
Looking to find her only reminders
of the anguish he’d see her go through
Just weeks before her time to let go
her spirit left when he found her
That dusty road he rides alone
and keep on riding till he wakens
Kicking up the dirt to get back with her
to that place he called home
Now that she's gone he'll keep riding on
until he finds a place he calls home
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8. |
Can't Find My Way Home
04:41
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9. |
Rockin' in Blues Country
05:55
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Music in him since his youth
The world around him shaped his views
Raised on vintage -- by tradition
Hostage to a pop addiction
Took their words, note for note what he heard
Played for his friends every day and they would say
With these songs he pays his dues
On the road, same old tunes
Often thinks about something new
A sweet country song, some rhythm 'n blues,
But all he knows is in a book he carries round
That's what got him the gigs and in front of the crowds
Pickin' peaches, strummin' blues
He's bound for heaven in a led balloon
Through foggy trees and purple fuzz,
Climb the watchtower feel the buzz
With his guitar he makes them weep
Has everyone on their feet
Home sweet home, birds are free
He's livin' it up and Rockin in Blues Country
Another bar in a different town
Up on stage he looks around
About to party with the crowd
They're Dancin' drinkin', gettin' loud
Turns up his guitar to give his all
"Here's one more for ya before the "last call"
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10. |
No Goodbyes Today
03:49
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I knew this was coming
I’m feelin’ it in my soul
And even in my dreams
I Dread every moment
Knowing I should let go
The time has come to put off facing this deed
That will take out my heart
And while the tears in my eyes keep runnin’
Thinking what we’ve been through
You know that I wish that there were more
We could get up and walk out that door
Knowing you and I could put off goodbyes today.
So here in the waiting
Neither knowing what to do
Our feelings have gone numb
Deep in those eyes
Nothing left, no disguise
So now my old friend
Go ahead and close your eyes
I’ll sing a lullaby and try not to cry
Or say my goodbyes today
No goodbyes today
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He’s the one that leads them and is first generation
An overly prepared, meticulous captain
Sitting in his chair as he goes through the motions
From inside the wheelhouse, to take on an ocean
So much to prove, everything at stake
Command of his vessel, few errors or mistakes
Mouse and the Crew, they’ll get the job done
Till the tanks are full, and he says “let’s get goin’”
Twenty four seven for several weeks straight
Deckhands and greenhorns, pots loaded with bait
Captain keeps em grindin’,
And he knows it’s gotta hurt
Tells em “It’s not magic guys, just hard work.”
Another red sky as the sun begins risin’
the moon sets quietly, just beyond the horizon
But the skipper knows something, gotta pick up the pace
Before the catch becomes deadly, and they all lose the race
Forty foot seas, and the ice on deck’s building
Gotta push the crew harder and try and keep things moving
Crab in them pots, they’re there for a reason
Haul in the treasure and let’s wrap up the season
Keeping ahead of those superstitions
That pushes his buttons toward a bad situation
Competing with skippers, fighting with brothers
Taking on trouble, and knows there’ll be others
Finding a balance, walking the line
Keep everyone safe, without losing his mind
Takin’ them licks, learn all them lessons.
There’s much to be done, the work of a captain.
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Gruven Tom Music Los Angeles, California
Singer songwriter guitarist, Gruven Tom Lamog, frontman for the Los Angeles-based band, The fahr.west Sessions.
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