1. |
Getaway
04:19
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Oh I tried to hold on
Yeah I tried to stay
I can't take this any longer
Yeah I've got to get away
Yeah I've got to get away
I gotta hold on to what I'm feeling
I gotta hold on to this thought
I’m gonna head down to the station
I’ve gotta get myself out of here
I gotta hold
And get away
Well I'm packing up all my possessions
I’ve gotta get myself out of here
I hit the road and I started running
I see the train tracks up ahead
I gotta hold
And get away
Cos when I wake up tomorrow
I’ll be free just like I should
No time for wasters
No time to care
No time for anything
Don't wanna be near
I’ve got no money
Got nothing to spare
I ain't got anything
And I don't wanna give a damn
I don't give a damn
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2. |
Living Bad
02:39
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Sell your soul, to the
Dying man, and just
Walk alone in the street tonight
Buy a gun from a
Selling man
Rob a bank tonight and say you're
Living bad today
Walk away, from your
Heavy sin, and just
Turn your hand to the
Wrong that you've done and
Settle down, in a
Cold town, with no-one
But yourself
And your cigarettes today
This is how it ends
Are you living bad today
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3. |
Inside Out
04:44
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Tell me something that I don’t wanna hear
Tell me something whisper it in my ear
Don’t cry, tell a lie, don’t know what it is
So hard to say it while we’re facing our fears
Now I’m gone, and I’m gone, and I’m gone
You wanted something that I just can’t give
You wanted something I don’t wanna relive
Hands shake, cold sweat, no sense of time
My eyes are covered, now I open my mind
And I’m gone, and I’m gone, and I’m gone
People talking but I can’t hear a single thing
Shadows, faces, outlines of what I used to think
Staying, waiting, praying I’m coming back this time
My face I'm holding, head down, feels like I’m
Losing my mind
I’m turning inside out
My body’s aching, but I can’t feel a thing
My mind is racing while my fingers they fing
Come back anytime, not holding my breath
The water’s rising, but it’s got no depth
And I’m gone, and I'm gone, and I’m gone
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4. |
Kill A Man
04:09
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Well I find myself living
In a rusty cage
You know there ain’t no air
Or space left on the page
I gotta do my time
Gotta pay the rent
Yeah I’m doing just fine
Without the dollar and the cent
I’m tired of breaking the law
Yeah I’m sick of playing these games
I’m 45 miles away, and I gotta
Tell my girl I’m coming back home today
I come back from the storm
Without a place to lay my head
I got a bullet in my pocket
I’m gonna put it in his head
I head south and steal a car
I put my money on the line
I’m gonna kill a man, darling
I’m gonna make you all mine
I’m tired of breaking the law
Yeah I’m sick of playing these games
I’m standing on your doorstep, and I gotta
Bring my girl back home today
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5. |
Devil & The Black Dog
03:46
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I lay down at night
With my fists clenched tight
The devil and the black dog
Is here
I bid him good day
So he’d go on his way
But he stood there like a shadow
Dressed in black
He swung like a drunk
And he kicked like a mule
Then staggered on back
Into the dark
I opened my eyes
I was ready to strike
Bloodied and beat
To the bone
Tired of waiting
Dollar wine, sitting on the rails
Feeling frustrated
All night hammering the nails
It don’t seem right
Restless, feeling all alone
Chains pulled tight
Black dog chewing on the bones
I stayed up all night
Just trying to feel right
Waiting for the devil
To go home
I closed my eyes
As I turned off the light
Nobody can get me here
Tired of waiting
Dollar wine, sitting on the rails
Feeling frustrated
All night hammering the nails
It don’t seem right
Restless, feeling all alone
Chains pulled tight
Black dog chewing on the bones
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6. |
Take It Slow
04:10
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Take it slow tonight
My mind’s still shaken
Don’t feel anything at all
Pass the pulling tide
Whatever it’s worth
You’ve fallen for somebody
We’re taking it slow tonight
Don’t break down
Cold sweat at night
Taking it slow tonight
Take all your money
Down that hill
Can’t buy your way out of this
Take that .45
And don’t look back
Your train’s coming soon enough
We’re taking it slow tonight
Don’t break down
Cold sweat at night
Taking it slow tonight
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7. |
Whiskey, Wine & Beer
03:09
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You know I’m tired of lookin' out my window
I’m tired of being stuck in here
I’ve drunk all my whiskey, and my wine
And you know I drunk all my beer
Don’t wanna die telling other people’s stories
Staring at the back of your head
Gonna do what I want,
Not what you said
‘til I’m lying on my dying bed
I’m sick of hearing all these lies
Blaring through the tv set
“have you heard the news?”
“have you read it yet?”
“they’re keeping everyone in check”
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8. |
Mother Mary
02:53
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Mother mary
I need a helping hand
I’m going down, down, down
And I need to understand
Sing my blues
Yeah I need to let it out
I played all night long
I’m starting to have my doubts
Turn me loose
I need some peace of mind
But it’s no use
I’m too drunk to realise
So I roll, roll on
And take me higher
Pour some coffee
Yeah I need your advice
I worked all night long
‘til 4:45
Pick me up
When I’m so far down
Now it’s time
Mary jane is in town
So I roll, roll on
And take me higher
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9. |
Roll & Tumble
03:43
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Well I rolled and I tumbled
Cried the whole night long
I rolled and I tumbled
Cried the whole night long
I woke up this morning
Didn’t know where I went wrong
I told my baby
Before I drove out of town
I told my baby
Before I drove out of town
You can count on one thing
Ain’t gonna see me around
If the river was whiskey
I’d be a diving duck
If the river was whiskey
I’d be a diving duck
I’d dive to the bottom
Never would I come up
I could’ve had religion
Send me to hell instead
I could’ve had religion
Send me to hell instead
With a bottle in my hand
I’ll drink my whiskey instead
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10. |
Goin' Out West
03:45
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I'm goin' out West where the wind blows tall
'Cause Tony Franciosa used to date my ma
They got some money out there, they're giving it away
I'm gonna do what I want and I'm gonna get paid
Do what I want and I'm gonna get paid
Little brown sausages lying in the sand
I ain't no extra, baby, I'm a leading man
Well, my parole officer will be proud of me
With my Olds 88 and the devil on a leash
My Olds 88 and the devil on a leash
I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no makeup, I got real scars, I got
Hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
I won't lose my composure in a high-speed chase
Well, my friends think I'm ugly, got a masculine face
I got some dragstrip courage, I can really drive a bed
I'm gonna change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
Change my name to Hannibal or maybe just Rex
I know karate, voodoo too
I'm gonna make myself available to you
I don't need no makeup, I got real scars, I got
Hair on my chest
I look good without a shirt
I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed
I'm gonna wait for the sun to shine down on me
I cut a hole in my roof, the shape of a heart
And I'm goin' out West where they appreciate me
Goin' out West where they appreciate me
Goin' out West where they appreciate me
Goin' out West
Goin' out West
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L.R. Marsh Brisbane, Australia
L.R. Marsh captures the heart and soul of early 20th century delta blues and delivers it through raw slide guitar work on a classic steel resonator and cigar box guitar, directly into the 21st century by way of multiple guitar amps, earth-shaking guitar tones, and thundering foot drum grooves. ... more
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