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Palm Reader
03:18
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Palm reader told me you are not the One,
still we’ll marry someday and have a son.
Said I’ll be happy losing you,
and you’ll resent me less each day that’s new.
We’ll grow apart and strong in every way.
Says she reads the future in my hands
but are you in my plans forevermore?
Can’t help thinking I’ve come undone.
How do I tell these things to you
when I’m so down and feeling oh so blue?
I know it’s hard, you’ve been hurt before.
But please, don’t keep walking towards the door
you know I’ll ask for you to stay.
Maybe our lines are linked from fate
but what if it’s too late to change
and inside, this realization growing more and more?
You flash a smile and tell me it might be a little while,
you’re cooking dinner on the camping stove.
The stars are bright above,
tonight let’s make a wish upon their falling
when all we want together is solitude.
Perhaps our paths they crossed by chance,
this is our great romance, let’s see it through,
let me love your fears away –
because I know the future’s in my hands,
and you are in my plans forevermore –
let’s start living for today.
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Little Wolf
02:07
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Little wolf, I know sometimes you get so frustrated
living in a world that makes you feel outdated.
On the road and driving east
hoping one day you can kill the beast within.
Little wolf, you get so frustrated
living in a world where chivalry has faded.
All you want’s a woman who loves you back,
but don’t you worry ‘bout that.
Raven on your shoulder, when you get a little older
you’ll grow up to be a sycamore tree.
Now it’s back to the city and isn’t it a pity
but don’t you forget about me.
No, don’t you forget about me.
Little wolf, you’re howling at the moon.
Don’t you know that autumn’s gonna be here soon?
On the road and driving south,
cleanin’ out your teeth in your carrion mouth.
Little wolf, you know that moon’s gonna change,
taking you with it into this day and age.
You’ve got time to wait around
knowin’ someday that you’re gonna be found by her.
Back country cruises, canyons, cuts, and bruises,
you’ll grow up to be a sycamore tree.
Then it’s back to the road, you can take off a load
but don’t you forget about me.
No, don’t you forget about me, little wolf.
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Wrong Love
03:02
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“Won’t you stop smokin’ those cigarettes?” he said,
“Sold your soul to the spirit – the American one, anyway –
the night’s gettin’ long and your smoke’s gettin’ short
so let’s leave this town, oh let’s leave this way.”
He took my arm and he led me out back
where his bike was parked up against a streetlight.
I tried to resist but it’s all an act
so let’s leave this town, find somewhere’s else to play.
The taste of his tongue is so sweet to mine
like the first of autumn and honey mulled wine.
Wish I knew why I did this, I’ll hurt him next time –
but for now it’s those cigarettes, that wrong love, and fire.
You light one up and it burns your throat
but it hurts just the right way, can’t you see?
You want to escape but you’ve got no scapegoat,
so have another, dear, this one’s on me.
The taste of his tongue is so sweet to mine
like the first of autumn and honey mulled wine.
Wish I knew why I did this, I’ll hurt him next time –
but for now it’s those cigarettes, that wrong love, and fire.
“Won’t you stop smokin’ those cigarettes?” he said,
“Sold your soul to the spirit – the American one, anyway –
the night’s gettin’ long and your breath’s gettin’ short
so let’s leave this town, find somewhere’s else to play.”
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Yadkin
03:00
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Well your mama’s real nice but she doesn’t like rock ‘n’ roll
and your daddy, he’s fine when everything’s under control.
We’re livin’ in the country, tryin’ to walk the line
deep in the woods among the Carolina pines
let’s get down to the water, I could use some company.
They really oughta let it loose every once in a while,
kick off their shoes, get ‘em swimmin’ a country mile.
The water sure is pretty, the weather now is fine,
floatin’ down the river drinkin’ alligator wine,
summer’s almost over, time to get on back to the city.
Run, red river, run, keep on rollin’
Roll, red river, roll, won’t you keep on flowin’?
There’s a party down by the riverside,
come on, friends, let’s give it a try
Run, red river, run on home to me.
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Run, red river, run keep on rollin’
Roll, red river, roll, won’t you keep on flowin’?
There’s a party down by the riverside,
come on, friends, there's nothin’ to hide.
Run, red river, run on home to me.
Now this old river has never ever done me wrong
and I swear beside this river is where I belong.
The city’s got my money but the river’s got my heart,
you and me together we will never part
down by the water underneath the willow tree.
Run, red river, run keep on rollin’
Roll, red river, roll, won’t you keep on flowin’?
There’s a party down by the riverside,
come on, friends, let’s give it a try
Run, red river, run on home to me.
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Lullaby for Lambs
03:09
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Do not cry for your mother, she loves you still
and don’t cry for your sister, you know she will.
Don’t cry for the blue sky, don’t cry for the rain.
Don’t cry for the seasons, ‘cause spring comes again.
Out here life is simple, out here life is good
from stream into river, from meadow to wood.
Out here birds will sing you and cattle will low
from beyond every hedge, every fencepost, and furrow.
The sky in the nighttime is open and vast.
When you look to the stars, you look to the past.
Histories and histories are all hid up there
in the arms of the lion and the tail of the bear.
You’ve got your own tails and tales you will tell,
but for now you need sleep, and I hope you sleep well.
So slip into dreaming, and in dreams you’ll be –
and when the dawn breaks, a new day you’ll see.
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Georgia Moon Raleigh, North Carolina
Born and raised in the Carolinas, Georgia Moon is a multi-instrumentalist singer-
songwriter.
Her music is a little folky, a little funky, a little fun. It draws on childhood influences: The Band, Van Morrison, Joni Mitchell, and the ever-pervasive blues.
It draws on places: the Mississippi Delta, the Appalachian mountains, and the point of heartbreak.
Above all, it's honest.
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All the feelings these guys have toward Rock Hill, I feel toward my hometown.
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Simple, beautiful, lovely.
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Pure magic.
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