1. |
Deep Vermillion Rug
03:54
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It was down on Taft that I went to the place
where I had to return Mari's leather and lace
I opened the door and she was there on the floor
lying on a deep vermillion rug
I walked right past her and I never said a word
the window was open, it was august the third
I grabbed her tea pot and I boiled it up hot
and joined her on a deep vermillion rug
she was eating cracked wheat dipped in oil and herbs
her fingers made a figure eight and she never said a word
she shifted on her hips and as she brought it to her lips
a drop hit her deep vermillion rug
a breeze blew in from the street and it rustled her drapes
it carried the sent of crape myrtle and grapes
there ain't much to say when you while away a day
sitting on a deep vermillion rug
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2. |
Ball and Chain
02:58
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I love my ball and chain
she may be heavy like the rain
but she keeps me grounded and steady
all the same
she can make me cry
make me wince
I may be an opponent
that she comes against
but I won't be fooled by the grass
on the other side of the fence
and when the moonlight hits the grass
and that old graveyard train rolls past
I know she'll be there when I get
home at last
yeah I love my ball and chain
she may be heavy like the rain
but she keeps me grounded and steady
all the same
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3. |
Big Ol' Tree
04:53
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the world's a big ol' tree
a big ol' tree
a great big beautiful ol' peach tree
and I’m gonna pick me one
I got a sack of flour in the shed
and your old stove top is burning red
come on, let's bake some bread
the world's a big ol' tree
a big ol' tree
a great big beautiful ol' peach tree
and im gonna pick me one
the mountains are tall and steep
oceans dark and deep
and lately I see you weep...
the world's a big ol' tree
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4. |
Montrose Blvd. Blues
04:06
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The Houston skyline at night, is a beautiful sight
Towering above the faces of black brown and white
When it’s springtime down in the ‘trose
Breath in the farmers market air, buy you and apple or pear
Then hit Menil Park for a picnic there
When its springtime, down in the ‘trose
See every art car in town, out toolin’ around
Blairin’ that crazy Sideshow sound
And the ladies are as fine as vanillin wine
Girl you’d better turn your damper down.
There’s a smile on the face of each and every race
There ain’t nothing like it in any other place
When its springtime down in the ‘trose
See the Chinese meditating, Deidrichs coffee percolating
Hear the train whistle blow from down at Main Street Station
Baby, its springtime, down in the ‘Trose
Whop bop bebop bedip bop boo if ya know the right guy
There’s always something to do
When its springtime, down in the ‘Trose
Hear the bells of St. Thomas and Annunciation too
Chiming a lovers beat for me and you
And those thrift store girls with their fashions so fine
Hey fellas, ain’t it divine
There’s a smile on the face of each and every race
There ain’t nothing like it in any other place
When its springtime down in the ‘Trose
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5. |
Cold Shoulder
03:13
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I’ve noticed lately things have changed when your eyes look into mine
They seem to’ve lost that sparkle, yeah they no longer shine
I should have seen, the signs were there. I knowd it from the start
As your shoulders getting colder, so it my heart
I’m not the kind to hang around, and try to change the lies
That your heart is fickle, comes as no surprise
I know were to put my horse and were to put my cart
As your shoulders getting colder, so it my heart
Well you like to roam around
You might as well admit it’s true
And you like to put me down
But that’s over now girl im calling it through
Let bygones be bygones means: bye babe. I’m gone\
And que sera sera means: what will be won’t be for long
But remember when you’re all alone weren’t me broke us apart
As your shoulders getting colder, so it my heart
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6. |
Still Alone
05:57
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All my time, is slipping by
All my time, is slipping by
Outside my door
Outside my door
And I am still alone
The girl that I love
The girl that I love
She don’t love me
She don’t love me
And I am still alone
Why Lord, so close?
Why Lord did you make her so close
And yet so far away
Is it some kind of game?
Cause I am still alone
The girls wink and smile
Yeah, the girls wink and smile
But my heart don’t see
None but she
And I am still alone
My chances I waist
My chances I waist
Over and over
And over again
So I am still alone
The robins build their nests
The robins build their nests
Outside my door
Outside my door
But I, am still alone
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7. |
Waitin' On A Train
06:02
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Here’s a song
For you
The one I haven’t met
I’m lazy too or I would already have found you
If I hadn’t of taken
So long
To deal with my regrets, them I sure we’d have met
Years ago down on Spring Street
And time passes so slow
When you’re waiting on a train
To slip on through, to slip on through
And it’s not a matter
Of my fathers or their lack of wealth
No, I blame myself, I should have seen
And there’s a lot that’s left, to say
Once you get here
I can’t talk now, its just between you and me
Just be assured, when we meet, finally
Down by the gate, im sorry you had to wait
I’ve thought of ways to make it up to you
And sooner or later you’ll see
That smoke coming round the bend
And you’ll feel those wheels
You’ll feel those wheels
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8. |
Pale Rises The Moon
05:55
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I don’t know of riches land or oil
Im a man of poor and simple toil
I don’t know the sailor’s widows sound
I come from a small and humble town
But I do know that if you loved me
I’d be as rich as Galilee
And I do know that if I could love you too
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you my love
I don’t know of all the lands afar
I have never owned a fine guitar
I don’t know what all the sages do
All that wisdom I could learn through you
If only you loved me
I’d be as rich as Galilee
And if only I could love you too
Then there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you my love
Pale rises the moon
Pale rises the moon
Pale rises the moon
Over my love
So the silver meadows hush their tone
And the wind subdues its steady drone
I toss on my bed alone
Can you hear me as I think of you and moan?
Pale rises the moon
Pale rises the moon
Pale rises the moon
Over my love
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9. |
Eureka Girls
07:14
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Eureka girls, they can dance and sing
Eureka girls, pretty as anything
I love to see Basin Park in May
And the Spring Street moon
Coming out to play
But nothing compares
To Eureka girls
Now I certainly wouldn’t want to put anyone down
But man
Eureka girls
Fondly I do recall the day
A Eureka girl layed my heart away
And when your blues are blue and your skies are grey
A Eureka girl can make it light and gay
Yeah but I, certainly wouldn’t want
To put anyone down
But man
Eureka girls
Shine on Eureka girls
Oh man
Oh man
Oh man
Eureka girls
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10. |
Death Letter
03:21
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Bits and pieces of my heart
Fall and linger at my shoes
Bits and pieces of my heart
Pick them up and start anew
I wonder if she even knows
All shes done to me and in my heart if it shows
Bits and pieces of my heart
I stoop to get them right away
Bits and pieces of my heart
But he wind blows them away
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11. |
Bits and Pieces
04:35
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Bits and pieces of my heart
Fall and linger at my shoes
Bits and pieces of my heart
Pick them up and start anew
I wonder if she even knows
All shes done to me and in my heart if it shows
Bits and pieces of my heart
I stoop to get them right away
Bits and pieces of my heart
But he wind blows them away
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12. |
Stagolee
03:22
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13. |
After All
03:59
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14. |
St. Anne's Door
07:09
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15. |
Craig Kinsey Houston, Texas
Born a full turn from the white picket fences of America, Craig Kinsey was raised on Southern lore from a family of moon shiners. His teenage years were spent train hopping, walking, and driving across the country in search of “the old days… Guthrie, Kerouac, and John Lee Hooker.” Seeking out the marrow of life led him into the great silence of a monastery and out again into music’s center stage. ... more
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