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Singing For My Life
04:43
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There are gray hairs in my beard, maybe now I’ll look my age
For so long so many have said I look so young
The aging that I’ve feared is just a turning of the page
A lyric in a song I hadn’t sung
I am singing for my life, singing for a wind that hasn’t blown
Love will knock you cold, truth will cut you with its knife
Everything you’ve ever learned was already known
Anything you’ll ever learn is already known
I was singing in a barroom to a crowd of broken hearts
With the soft glows of the cell phones in their hands
My mind drifted back to our room and the night things fell apart
I tried to put it in a way they’d understand
I was singing for my life, singing for a wind that hasn’t blown
Love will knock you cold, truth will cut you with its knife
Everything you’ve ever learned was already known
Anything you’ll ever learn is already known
I came to this big hearted calling everybody friend
Playing music for a living is a dream
Turns out not everything I’ve started goes the way that I had planned
And yet I always end up right where I should be
Singing for my life, singing for a wind that hasn’t blown
Love will knock you cold, truth will cut you with its knife
Everything I’ve ever learned was already known
Anything I’ll ever learn is already known
We’ve sent monkeys into space and children off to war
We’ve made criminals the leaders of the lands
Some people get a taste and they always need some more
I have had about as much as I can stand
And I’m singing for my life, singing for a wind that hasn’t blown
Love will knock you cold, truth will cut you with its knife
Everything you’ve ever learned was already known
Anything you’ll ever learn is already known
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Still No Silver Linin'
03:33
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Some folks never seem to grow up, some folks grow up way too fast
I’ve been movin’ at such a pace, couldn’t tell ya the first day from the last
Left my home in search of somethin’ that I hope someday to find
Clouds they follow where I walk, but still no silver linin’
Had a girl in Santa Fe, one night I knocked upon ‘er door
When it opened up, I was face to face with a man I’d never seen before
Grabbed my bag of things, left my weary heart behind
In the next town I found another girl, but still no silver linin’
Take a simple situation
Railroad it with complications
Start to get that feelin’ like
“I guess I should be goin’”
Hit each town with good intentions, somehow everything gets messed
But no one could tell me to my face that I ain’t always tried to give it my best
Once I thought I might live forever, now I’m runnin’ out of time
Somehow I fell in a rut
Got a sick feelin’ in my gut
Always clouds above me, but still no silver linin’
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Refugee
03:18
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Written by Tom Petty and Mike Campbell
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Blue Heart, Black River
03:26
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Lonely days, sleepless nights
Double crosses and hope to die
My darlin’ loves another
Why? Little darlin’, why?
Blue heart, black river
My darlin’ is gone
Blue heart, black river
I can’t forgive ‘er and I can’t go on alone
Cold words, cold cold heart
So cold I could see your breath
Chilled me right to the bones
Filled my nights with dreams of death
Blue heart, black river
My darlin’ is gone
Blue heart, black river
I can’t forgive ‘er and I can’t go on alone
Standing here by the river banks
I can hear your wicked lines
They’re there like the hammer in my hands
“There there, little darlin’, don’t you cry”
Blue heart, black river
My darlin’ is gone
Blue heart, black river
I can’t forgive ‘er and I can’t go on alone
Red snow in New England
River flows cold as ice
I went down in it three times
Lord, I only come up twice
With a blue heart, black river
My darlin’ is gone
Blue heart, black river
I can’t forgive ‘er and I can’t go on alone
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Lasting Love
03:22
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Your first love was so sweet
Lifted you right off your feet
Never felt so complete
Then it was gone
You’re given one choice
You’ve got to move on
May your last love be a lasting love
Took some time to recover
Then you found another lover
Hey, what a way to discover
Life goes on
You ask yourself
“Is this the one?”
May your last love be a lasting love
So many nights alone
Giving you time to work on yourself
Done for yourself
Never done
Stories are told
About someone to have and hold
They say it’s more precious than gold
They would know
You can’t be in a hurry
To take it slow
May your last love be a lasting love
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6. |
Things Change
03:57
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Sixteen years, living in Boston
Never saw her flowers bloom
Ain’t it strange, ain’t it bad luck
Pulled out of orbit each year at the end of June
Things change, everyone knows
Nights like silk, days of gold
Hold your collar when the cold wind blows
Things change, everyone knows
Feels so alive, working in the garden
Makes her livin’ these days in the living room
Don’t need much, but something’s missing
She’s hoping that change is coming soon
Things change, everyone knows
Nights like silk, days of gold
Take care of your heart, hold onto your should
Things changed, everyone knows
Things change, everyone knows
Down in the basement, old work bench
Coffee can full of wires and screws
Pours it out looking for
The nuts and bolts to fix these blues
Things change, everyone knows
Nights like silk, days of gold
Hold your collar when the cold wind blows
Things change, everyone knows
Things have changed, everyone knows
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7. |
Get My Fill
04:49
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I’m gonna go down down where I first saw ‘er
Gonna order up a cool drink of water, gonna
Drink it down down I don’t want no other
And I’m hangin’ ‘round until I get my fill
I never been out of old Oklahoma
Gonna drive southwest hard lookin’ for my Ramona
Gonna track ‘er down down I don’t want no other
And I ain’t comin’ home until I get my fill
‘Cause I never had nothin’ short of nothin’
But I never wanted much anyway
Sure I’ve been lonesome, but that’s beside the point
I just felt it’s time that I had a change
I’ve got a good job and sure sometimes the work is hard
But I’ve been there seven months and I haven’t missed one day so far
But I gotta go now, ya see, I’m lookin’ for my lover
And I ain’t comin’ back until I get my fill
‘Cause I never had nothin’ short of nothin’
But I never wanted much anyway
Sure I’ve been lonesome, but that’s beside the point
I just felt it’s time that I had a change
I never had nothin’ short of nothin’
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8. |
Bluegrass Moon
03:48
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I was born in a city under a bluegrass moon
Momma hummed mountain tunes
Daddy strummed his Martin guitar
I rolled in my sweet mother’s arms
Ooh woo hoo, blue moon o’er an old factory
You can’t see the stars for the lights of the city
Lord, let me die in Kentucky
Granddaddy moved north midway through the last century
Momma tells he really loved me
My heart swells when I think of the man
Who baptized my feet with soil from our homeland
Ooh woo hoo, blue moon o’er an old factory
You can’t see the stars for the lights of the city
Lord, let me die in Kentucky
They worked to make other men wealthy, they paid union dues
Till they died, now the work is gone, too
I still cry on the ride to his grave
I pray he finds peace in the Buckeye State
Ooh woo hoo, blue moon o’er an old factory
You can’t see the stars for the lights of the city
Lord, let me die in Kentucky
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Jane
03:55
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I walked 37 miles to lay down by your side
37 miles to lay down by your side
37 miles in the driving rain
Just to lay down by your side again
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
For 32 miles, I did not have my hat
For 32 miles, I did not have my hat
I held my coat and I held my cane
But my hat got took by the hurricane
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
For 26 miles, I was walking with a limp
For 26 miles, I was walking with a limp
That hurricane would not refrain
The wind picked up and I lost my cane
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
For 19 miles, no coat, no shirt, no shoes
For 19 miles, no coat, no shirt, no shoes
I twisted my ankle and my knee got sprained
That’s bound to happen when you hydroplane
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
For 11 miles, I’m certain I was numb
For 11 of them miles I am quite certain I was numb
I saw it comin’ like Abel saw Cain
A stone got thrown at the back of my brain
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
For the last 2 miles, nothing but a smile
For the last 2 miles, I was wearing nothing but a smile
Until I got to your door and I had to explain
What I was doing there to another man
I ain’t complainin’, baby, I’m just sayin’
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
Ya know you could’ve been a little nicer to me, Jane
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You make my coffee just right
You keep my banjo in tune
You make great conversation
You make a great dance partner, too
We're getting older, life's getting shorter
I wanna spend my time with you
You make my coffee just right
You keep my banjo in tune
How did I get so lucky?
I'd never lie to you.
I need you to know...
You make my coffee just right
You keep my banjo in tune
You take the cake, blue ribbon, first prize
You make a great mix tape, too
I love you all mornin', I love you all night
That's right! and all afternoon
You make my coffee just right
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Greg Klyma Arlington, Massachusetts
American songwriter, Greg Klyma is a purveyor of old school country and rock music. Influences include Tom Petty, Steve Earle, Bon Scott-era AC/DC, and Willie Nelson. If lyrics and melody take center stage in your musical world, welcome home!
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