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He came home from ‘Nam with one arm, some medals
And a thousand yard stare.
His permanent duty station’s now a wicker rocking chair
On the front porch of a trailer.
His brother helped him buy it.
Bought a fifth of whiskey and he crawled all up inside it.
And still he lives.
Can’t make heads or tails of
Anything anymore, but he still lives.
A t-shirt and some cargo shorts, the whiskey keeps him warm.
Flips off God and the neighbors with his phantom arm.
For a man who never met a stranger, everything’s so strange.
And still he lives.
No idea why he still lives.
Can’t make heads or tails of anything anymore,
But he still lives.
He still lives.
He had a Colt Commander, worn off half the blue.
He’d capped a lot of VC, yeah he knew what to do.
Shucking off this mortal coil had a certain charm.
Maybe slap the face of God with his phantom arm.
When the dreams were bad, sweating in his bed,
He’d take the Colt Commander, put it to his head.
Listened to his heartbeat, ticking like a clock.
Knew some piece inside him didn’t want to stop.
Threw out all the whiskey. That was a month ago.
Not bad for a first step. Just eleven more, you know.
They called it a miracle. I don’t think that’s true.
Each day a man wakes up, decides what he’s gonna do.
I think he decided, after all that he’s been through,
He’s gonna live.
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I remember her fragrance so sweet
Like magnolias in summer
When I’m walking the riverside
Flowing by wild and fast
I remember a time we
Walked the river together
I reach out to take your hand
But it was all in the past
My memory’s kind of hazy
But I’ll forget never
When you were here right by my side
We were never afraid
But nothing can last forever
No matter how perfect
Still I will remember you
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
I will think of you
as I walk my ways
your ghost walks with me too
for the rest of my days
though your soul has flown
my heart will be ablaze
and I won't be alone
And now that I’m nearing the ending
Of my final journey
I wonder where you did go
When you went on your way
Still I’m grateful I had your love
If for only a moment
And I’ll still always love you
For the rest of my days
For the rest of my days
I will think of you
as I walk my ways
your ghost walks with me too
for the rest of my days
though your soul has flown
my heart will be ablaze
and I won't be alone
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Walking down a long and empty road
Wondering if I have the strength to go on
I used to be someone who knew how to handle it
But now I can only beg and borrow
I have no choice but to move on
I expect no one to grieve
And if I should pass this way alone
Look out your window
look out your window
as I leave
Where am I gonna go
If I can’t find my way
Who am I gonna know
If I can’t find my way
Who’s gonna make it so
If I can’t find my way
Who am I gonna be
If I just can’t find my way
Cant find my way
in my two hands I held
something that felt like something real
when I looked again
I was looking at the end of a rope
the end of a rope
How can there be a journeys end
when the road goes ever on
if I pass through here again
then maybe this time I’ll belong
Where am I gonna go
If I can’t find my way
Who am I gonna know
If I can’t find my way
Who’s gonna make it so
If I can’t find my way
Who am I gonna be
If I just can’t
I just can’t find my way
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If you need
my help
I will come
If you need
a friend
I am one
I will come
no one
can stand
alone
all men
are brothers
this is known
disaster happens to us all
if you cannot stand, you fall
if I can lend a helping hand
all you have to do is call
I will do all that I can
I will come
I will come
if you are hurt
because to me
you are of worth
anything I can do
I'll do for you
because no man
is an island
I will come
I will come
to rescue you
I will come
if your world
turns to dust
I will come
because I must
if your life's
gone to hell
I will come
I will help
I will come
I will come
to save you
I will come
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You have your own road to walk down
guess it must be so
you have your own life to live
yes, I guess I know
you have your own feet to stand on
yes, I see it's true
you have your own sky above
yes, I guess I knew
But what about me? what about me?
do you care at all?
but what about me? what about me?
alone in these four walls
what about me? what about me?
I'm here if you call
If I have to, I will follow
if you want then I will stay
I will do whate'er you want
even if I have to watch you, watch you walk away
Every day and every night
I hear each tick-tock of the clock
go through motions, black-and-white
I wait to hear your key turn in the lock
The thing that I love most about you
is you are what you are
I would have it no other way
you are so singular
but still I'm incomplete without you
hour and minute
I guess I have to do without you
learn to live with it
But what about me? what about me?
do you care at all?
but what about me? what about me?
alone in these four walls
what about me? what about me?
I'm here if you call
if you call....
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Light turns red, she starts to walk.
It’s green before she gets across.
The cars wait. What can they do?
It’s the only time they see her.
Walks like someone going nowhere
And lots of time to get there.
Lots of time to get there.
But she’ll get there.
Chorus:
And she can’t understand
How it all slipped out
Like coins from her hand.
She stops to count,
She stops to see,
Makes sure she still has three.
Three coins, now that’s all she needs.
One for luck and two for the Boatman.
You’re gonna need two for the Boatman.
Two for the Boatman.
Verse 2:
Slap shot wind, she starts to cough,
And reflex makes the sign of the cross,
A sign to a God she once knew.
A God who wouldn’t know her
If He passed her on the street.
I guess one day they’re gonna meet.
One day they’re gonna meet.
Yeah, she’ll get there.
Chorus:
And she can’t understand
How it all slipped out
Like coins from her hand.
She stops to count,
She stops to see
She makes sure she still has three.
Three coins, now that’s all she needs.
One for luck and two for the Boatman.
You need two for the Boatman.
Two for the Boatman.
Bridge:
And it’s a cold, cold world.
No place for boys and girls
Who are brave enough
Who are unlucky enough
To live way past their time.
The minutes left, they shine like dimes.
They’re yours, but you can’t keep ‘em.
Spend ‘em, you can’t keep ‘em.
Just make sure you still have three.
Chorus:
No one can understand
How it all slips out
Like coins from your hand.
So stop to count,
Yeah, stop and see
Just make sure you still have three.
Three coins, now that’s all you need.
One for luck and two for the Boatman.
You need two for the Boatman.
Two for the Boatman.
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Well it seems
That I have been travelling down
An endless road
To the path where I have found
A great desire
A great divide
I've had to stop and pay that toll
One too many times
And the tears
They flow like the rain
And you know
Blues angel sang
And those tears
They flow like the rain
And you know the
Blues angel sang
Once upon a time
Lived in Savannah
On the Tybee Island beach
I lived in great desire
With my peach
Headed up that music highway
Printers Alley Nashville Tennessee
Where we damn near died
And the tears
They flow like the rain
And you know
Blues angel sang
And those tears
They flow like the rain
And you know the
Blues angel sang
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The problem with the future.
It’s always been this way;
Even when it finally gets here,
It’s never the same day.
Someone’s always the last to know.
Yeah, someone’s always the last to know.
And so they miss this dog and pony show.
‘Cause someone’s always the last to know.
The problem with a woman.
We all know it’s true;
She figures out, decides it’s over,
Light years ahead of you.
And you’re always the last to know.
Yeah, you’re always the last to know.
You’re gonna miss that dog and pony show.
‘Cause you’re always the last to know.
But someone’s always the last to know.
Yeah, someone’s always the last to know.
And so they miss this dog and pony show.
‘Cause someone’s always the last to know.
You know I’ve seen the future.
And I’m the last to know.
I’m the last to know.
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Instrumental
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DO YOU STILL REMEMBER ME song lyrics by Joel Sattler
Do you still remember me
from all these years ago
playing Dylan by the lake
hear the echo down below
We were happy in our time
never knew we had to go
and fight a godforsaken war
for the sake of no one knows
Do you still remember me
back in 1968
when we thought we couldn't lose
when we thought we couldn't hate
back in March we thought we had
every reason to be glad
and so how could we guess for sure
what April had in store
But I remember you
yes I do
I remember how you laughed
as we floated on the raft
down the river in the dawn
before the mist was gone....
Do you still remember me
before I became somebody else
before you went off to the sea
and I served my time in Hell
Do you still remember me
because I would rather be
something more to you than friend
like I should have been back then....
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Little child
sleep a little longer
every day a little stronger
a little more of light shines in your eyes
Little child
awake in laughter
late today or maybe after
we will run and go and play outside
Don't you know
don't you know
you
you
you
you are your father's pride
So many years ago I was on my own
running down the road alone
found me a wife made me a home
a place where children could be grown
Who knows what
surprises you will be
someday maybe
you'll see what I see
Little child
open up your hands
everyday you are more of a man
every day there's more you understand
Little child
exploring in the woods
looking learning everything you could
every day more to be understood
Oh
I know where you are
hiding underneath the Northern Star
Oh
I know what you'll be
something far beyond the shell of me
Little child
make me warm inside
I see you there, your heart is open wide
this is what I feel: a father's pride
Don't you know
don't you know
you
you
you
you are your father's pride
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Stop.
Don’t look back.
Let it go.
Just let go.
Don’t look back
Let it go.
Let go.
Let go.
You know my daddy was a proud man.
He never backed down or ran away.
I watched him tilt at every windmill,
While he dug an early grave.
The slightest injury,
Or insult to his name
He carried wrapped around his soul
Like Jacob Marley’s chain.
Stop.
Don’t look back.
Let it go.
Just let go.
Don’t look back
Let it go.
Let go.
Let go.
I grew up to be my daddy.
I was proud to bear his name.
Made my nickel-plated grudges
Into links for my own chain.
That weight was dragging down my soul.
Forgave them all and let it go.
Stop.
Don’t look back.
Let it go.
Just let go.
Don’t look back
Let it go.
Let go.
Let go.
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released March 1, 2011
