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South of West
05:11
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I was cruisin’ from Cali, still burnin’ from Texas.
I was headin to Las Vegas to flash some money around.
I crashed in deserts and surfed on couches.
I was rolling in the back seat when the Man shook me down.
He said they do things different out west,
You gotta act different out west—
I said, Geez, well I didn’t know!
Now the cities all bustle with different colored hustle
A Technicolor scheme of Armani and five-hundred-dollar-hair
There’s a sea of streetlights and waves of soundbites crashin’ down
Folks in dark glasses—the school of the cold blank stare
'Cause they dress different out west,
Cause you gotta look different out west,
I said, geez, well whadda ya know!
I was a hippy for a while, and a surfer for a bit
I took all the drugs I could get--
They left a strange taste there in my mouth.
Maybe it’s the weather, or maybe it’s the twang turning
In the songs my momma sang.
Well, they keep me comin’ back home south.
‘Cause it looks different out west,
And it feels different out west--
Maybe South is all I know!
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2. |
Ghosts of the Day
04:03
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Midnight sleeps in a noontime bed
It's just a blink away
Lightning strikes with a word unsaid
It blows the cobwebs away
It's not the darkness that draws you near
It's just a muse at play
No special order you strain to hear
Just let them have their say
Feel the ghosts of the day
Hope they don't fade away
Feel the ghosts of the day
Cause you never know who's talking
Not so far way
You make a sacrament of the sound
You give yourself away
So many walking this hallowed ground
For you to meet halfway
Wind is blowing the
the masthead's glowing
Your eyes patrolling across the sound
Narrow way for you
As you squeeze on through
Moving forward to break new ground
You can BREAK new ground
Feel the ghosts of the day
Hope they don't fade away
Feel the ghosts of the day
Cause you never know who's talking
Not so far way
When will you wake from this workman's dream
You hope it lasts all night
What have you heard from a force unseen
You just hope to hear it right
Feel the ghosts of the day
Hope they don't fade away
Feel the ghosts of the day
Cause you never know who's talking
Not so far way
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3. |
Food That Pleases
04:32
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Well, give me food that pleases,
Or maybe just a shot of joe.
I’ll sit here and watch all the faces,
But there’s only one I know.
I drank down all of Atlanta,
From Manny’s to the Northside,
So, Bobby fill my glass up another time—
I’ve been livin’ off the whiskey and rye.
Meet me at the Majestic Diner—
They’ve been slingin’ hot plates since ’29.
They’ve got grits and gravy in fluorescent purgatory.
Cast your shadow one more time.
Now I’m sitting here waiting on trouble,
And trouble was your middle name!
Oh, Honey we bathed in such sweet sin,
Now, Honey, it don’t taste the same.
So, give me a shot of Redemption,
Or maybe three Bulleits to the brain,
‘Cause your face was the Angel’s Envy,
And I’ll never be the same again.
Meet me at the Majestic Diner—
They’ve been slingin’ hot plates since ’29.
They’ve got grits and gravy in fluorescent purgatory.
Cast your shadow one more time.
Oh, slice me off a hunk of Jesus,
And let me drink a cask of his wine!
But you could drown me in his sacraments,
And I’d still be doing hot time.
Meet me at the Majestic Diner—
They’ve been slingin’ hot plates since ’29.
They’ve got grits and gravy in fluorescent purgatory.
Cast your shadow one more time.
I said, cast your shadow one more time!
Cast your shadow one more time.
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4. |
You Can't Forget Her
04:08
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She lives on a corner at the center of the universe
She’s got the moon in her hair – got a peacock inside her purse
When she walks in a room - you can feel that place turn bright
She's got that look in her eye - sayin everything will be alright
If you're stuck in a corner - she'll lay a path to the sea (ooooooh)
When you can't go no further - she'll show you to the jubilee (ooooooh)
In the weeds, in the park - she's allways a friend to find (ooo ooo oooh)
If you're alone in the dark - she'll bring justice to the blind (ooooooh)
You can't for-get her
You can't for-get her
She can turn a grey sky blue - If you just let her
When she's gone down the road - ya feel a little burning flame
In the place where she stood - there's some skin you left in the game
You took a ride on the wind - and then she got clean away
Now you're on your feet again - but you're never gonna be the same
You can't for-get her
You can't for-get her
She can make your old heart new - if you just let her
She lives on a corner at the center of the universe (she can get to anywhere)
She’s got the moon in her hair – got a peacock inside her purse (never know just what's in there)
When she walks in a room - you can feel that place turn bright (nobody walks out the same)
She's got that look in her eye - sayin everything will be alright (her love is like a flame)
You can't forget her
You can't forget her
She can turn a grey sky blue
She can make an old heart new
Give her all the love she's due
You can't forget her
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5. |
Leaving Paris
04:38
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Spitfire Cowgirls
04:32
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You woke up by a silver stream - all the girls were coming clean
Had to gave those boys the wind - so you could hear your song a-gain
Cross the river through the trees - warm heart - weak knees
To find these sisters by the sea - on the land and living free
SpitFire Cowgirls c'mon promenade
Promenade all night with me
someone somewhere's calling you the one that got away
But you won't have to get away from me
I'll meet you in your garden by the sea
It's not just another day - no way - no way
Got a special part to play - in a young goat's cabaret
Another morning's calling me - feed me - feed me
Till the crimson meets the sea - and there's moonlight in the trees
SpitFire Cowgirls c'mon promenade
Promenade all night with me
someone somewhere's calling you the one that got away
But you won't have to get away from me
I'll meet you in your garden by the sea
Drank some whiskey raised some hell - oh the stories you could tell
A restless heart you tried to save - but you just could not to find a way
Plant your future in the ground - head up, knees down
Finding on these misty dells - your favourite version of yourself
SpitFire Cowgirls c'mon promenade
Promenade all night with me
Someone somewhere's calling you the one that got away
But you won't have to get away from me
I'll meet you in your garden by the sea
Those country girls will set your spirit free
Those country girls are alright with me
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7. |
Down The Road
04:34
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I wanna go down a road to somewhere
I wanna go down a road to see
Any old place it wants to take me
Is right where I wanna be
There is a load that I've been carryin
It has becme so hard to bear
The place I live feels like it's dyin'
It's filled my heart with dispair
Broke down on the road, your lonesome traveller
Hopin' for my luck to change
As the mist descends there's no luck comin
I'm waitin for a ride here in the rain
Don't want to go down
My soul is bruised, my back is achin
Like a fool I opened my eyes
To the greed and the injustice
Hiding in plain sight
In our church of economics
Where fortune shines on just a few
Must we all fade into darkness
With these 21st century blues
Danger up ahead the sky's on fire
Waitin for the rain to fall
Hiding in my bed from one more liar
Marshalling the shadows on the wall
Don't want ta go down
In all things good, in all things sacred
In all things true, in all things kind
There is a sound collaborated
Harmony unconfined
So will you meet me by the river
We can gather round a fire
Sing a song and watch the sunset
And mark the coming of the hour
Further on down the road I met a soldier
Fearful of the things he’s seen
Waitin for the dawn, it’s still no closer
Victories still few and far between
Don't want ta go down
I wanna go down a road to somewhere
I wanna go down a road to somewhere
I wanna go down a road to somewhere
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8. |
Best Laid Schemes
06:16
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Hey Miss Kitty, ain’t you sittin’ pretty,
Stuffin’ all them greenbacks down in your shoes?!
Sellin’ Momma’s Pride, just the peek inside,
No red-blooded man can refuse.
You know what they say about best laid schemes--
Things often go awry.
You find yourself in a back room, signing on a dotted line
To flash your skin, and grease your palm--
Well, Babe, it surely ain’t no crime!
Now whatever happened to Mister So and So?
He seemed a pretty good guy, as these guys g
Every Tuesday night, for a little while,
He showed up flashin’ cash and his electric smile.
You know what they say about best laid schemes--
Things often go awry.
You find yourself in a back seat, doing it for the first time,
To get that tickle of a couple white nickels—
It’s all you need to get you through the night.
Now what went wrong? It didn’t take so long
For things to start going south for you.
It all went down at the Clermont Lounge,
And all of a sudden you’re dancing for two.
You know what they say about best laid schemes--
Things often go awry.
You find yourself in a bright room, machines begin to whine.
The man stands over you and asks,
“Have you any reason to change your mind?”
But, Oh! You can’t keep the devil at bay!
The promise of tomorrow, but no promise it’ll go your way.
If it wasn’t this, oh, Babe it would be something else.
So, no matter what you plan, you better plan to save yourself!
Hey Miss Kitty, you’re walkin’ your city,
Ownin’ every street and every avenue.
The people movin’ past, behind the walls of glass
Always lookin’ down their nose at you.
While they’re chasin’ their best laid schemes,
But things often go awry.
Trading life for a living?
Well, that sure ain’t no way to live.
You give it all, and you give some more
‘til you find you’ve got nothing left to give.
Hey Miss Kitty, ain’t you sittin’ pretty,
Stuffin’ all those greenbacks down in your shoes….
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Justin Sams Band Atlanta, Georgia
Since we began, our band has been focused on the serious and sober work of crafting the style and content of our music with care and with love. We hope our music will strike a chord inside you.
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