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Dead Man's Hand
04:08
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There’s a box made of sturdy white oak
There’s a hole six feet in the ground
They started driving those nails boys in the coffin the moment I left town A martyr to the cause of circumventing the law //Just an outlaw too willing to die
A child of King James and Remington
Living out the great American lie
I’ve pulled the trigger too many times
Read too many paperbacks that only cost a dime
And I’ve seen visions that would make Daniel swoon and all the glorified lose their crown
I’ve just a swindler dealin’ cards till dawn
Just a fool gamblin’ away with the guts to play for blood
With an ever watchful eye and my Colt at my side
I’m not willing to be their pawn
Chorus: It’s a mudshot lineup, It’s a reserved death
It’s black aces and eights, just the hand of fate that I’ve been dealt
I’ve come seeking my fortunate, not wages, through the barrel of a gun All those years of ramblin around finally caught up and I can no longer run
I’ve played the deuce, tangoed with the serpent and seen flames engulf the Rio Grande
I’ve been talkin’ to the man from Galilee but he’s nowhere to be found I took the gamble, drank the dark nectar
And it looks my time has come
Bested by another rounder, and his quick sidearm
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Lay It Bare
03:34
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Some gamble their lives on the gavel
Some gamble them with lead
If you’re feeling hard up and desperate
Lay down them jack o'diamonds before you’re dead
Some like to drift through destruction
And take all they can get
If you’re feeling mighty low well I got some medicine that will help you forget
Some swing from the gallows pole
Some stare down the shaft of a gun
Ain’t no light from heaven shining on you when livin’ on the run
Some like to go a chasin’ wild ponies
Thinking they're sharp as a knife
You can’t outrun short haired women nor can you escape eternal strife
Chorus:
Hey there old fella: whatcha got hiding up your filthy sleeve?
I don’t want to call it, I’m a betting machine
Lay it bare on the table
Nobody better try to cross me
Some spend their money on cheap whiskey
Some on a six pack of beer
Well the rich they can eat all they want and they still can’t get their fill the poor man can’t beat the odds
Unless they approach the table to play
Roll up your sleeves buckaroo, roll the dice, it’s a brand new day
You can go all in if you’re feeling lucky
If you think a change is gonna blow your way
Well you can live the life of a rounder
If you don’t mind what the preacher say
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Killer Rose
03:56
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I met her at the buck horn saloon, lost in a desert haze, in the blazin’ month of June
Lust and desperation took hold, what were two hard-up souls to do? With her jet black hair, north country drawl, blue eyes that could stare you down, Rose could kill em all
I was sick of doing straight time, I was actin’ a fool possessed by her charm
Chorus: She’ll make you beg and cry
She’ll take you for one final ride
she’ll make you beg and cry
Rose is a killer in disguise
Little did I know she fell in a bad way
took on some debts that can’t be repaid /
The bandits longed to see her blood soaking the desert willow with its crimson stain
Many times I have prayed that she lay those bastards in their graves We’d make our getaway, leave San Juan behind, we’d head south for the border (and we did)
It was in Guerrero I was forsaken little did I know she was double-dealing
I was shot in the side, tied up and left to rot deceived by her bewitching lies
In the light of day I was stripped of my possessions, and she escaped on my prize stallion
and I twisted like a weasel in a sack to tear free, but in the end I bled out begging for morphine (and I begged)
on the steps of the chapel where she left me for dead
I saw the vultures
circling up above, and death rear its ugly head
I called on my savior and the saints with my last breath
"Forgive this outlaw, absolve these sins and erase all my debts”
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Ten Feet From My Cell
03:56
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Over The Great Divide
03:01
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Don’t you weep no tears for me
darlin don’t you take it too hard
dry your teary eyes
I’m preparing for my final ride Over the great divide
So saddle up the pale horse
ready him for the open trail
I’ll be with you always if memory serves you well
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
you know these old bones just get the best of us
I’m a son of the soil, just a member of this land
I got to return six feet under, for all to go as planned
If I had my choice I spend all my money on beer
Instead the cancer that's eating away
Causing me so much fear
When I’m called up yonder
Will I find the trail blazed all the way?
A place to camp and lay down my weary head
At the close of day?
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The Devil You Know
03:44
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You know I can’t afford to hang around this junk town anymore
Spent most of my life laying around stoned on dirty floors
The road stretches out for miles beyond all I’ve ever called home
If I leave tonight the life I might save, just might be my own
The devil you know is better than the devil you don’t
At least you know the mess your getting in, and when the warranty is up
I’ll keep lugging this boulder up the hill past all these gravestones
have I seen too much sorrow to ever rest these weary bones?
There’s fistfights in the kitchen, two steppin’ in the honky tonks and bars
Tappin’ veins and shootin’ up every night till we’re coughing up blood
Sick of waking up with these poison headaches, regretting the night before,
Of what we said and what we swore, honey, I just can’t recall
Spent too many tortured mornings lost and lonely cryin’ over you
It’s over now, there is no returning, Iguess I’m forever blue
I’m gonna pack up all of my troubles, leave the past behind
I guess I’ll head west past Salina and try to ease my worried mind
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Last night entranced in a spell
saw bodies lined along the trail
cold as clay
The mesquite rose up in flames
and the dead cried out their names
through the veil
the serpent slithered away
and the scorpion stung its prey
and down the towers we built, down they fell
blood and stones scattered the fields
wanderin was the ghost of Paul Revere
and an eagle did lament its being born
Chorus: Fire and Blood, Fire and Blood, Across this land
Heard the roll of the buffalo
as thunder that rumbled real slow
they were busy storming heaven's door
saw my hands withered and worm
and that rugged old glory torn
it was flying without purpose in the wind
from shore to shore, my spirit soared
You could hear that death bell tollin
the cries of all our slaughtered kin
they were lamenting all our sins
but we're too distracted ever repent and mourn them
Come gather round you fellas
let me tell you a tale
of how I had the most peculiar dream
Oh I saw our ruination
of this great and mighty nation
and it starts within the hearts of you and me
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When I leave
this old dreary world behind
Don’t let the wolves make an end of me
See that I’m buried right
if the ground is hard wait until the night
Chorus:
I’m done for, I’m all played out
I’ve reached the end of the trail
Pull off the saddle and let me go
It’s time to bid me farewell
There’s no need for a costly tomb or a shaft of stone
Lay me six feet deep, beneath where the buffalo roam
Let wildflowers bloom ‘ver my bones
And let God’s starry sky shine on
I hope in life, I sure shot straight,
And when I reach the pearly gates
I pray that I’m accounted for
And that we will meet on that golden shore
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Timothy Rye Indianapolis, Indiana
Timothy Rye is a singer-songwriter who fuses a DIY approach to his authentic songwriting that draws on sparse old-time instrumentation and his love of storytelling. Joel David Weir said that " Timothy writes haunted outlaw/mystic/country/folk songs." Debut album out now! ... more
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