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Corner of the Garden
04:46
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Mama’s been gone for a week or so
I hope she comes home soon
The girls come in and they treat me good
But I hope she comes home soon
Because my body’s aching and my body’s tired
Although the sun caresses my back
I like the gritty earth up against my skin
In the corner of the garden
Come on home mama, please come home
I’m hanging by a thread and I don’t have long
The spirit is willing but the body’s almost gone
Come on home mama, hurry home
I’m hanging by a thread and I don’t have long
I’m waiting for you so I can say my last goodbye
Before returning to the Garden
My mama’s voice is on the end of the line
From four thousand miles away
I held on as long as I could
but I don’t have another day
It’s been a sweet life, it was a gift bestowed
But the time has come for me to lay down my load
The price of love is your heart cracked open wide
But have faith now, mama, that the spirit abides
And I’ll find you on the other side
And in the meantime you know where to find me…
In the corner of the garden
A year has come and a year has gone
His spirit breathes as I sing his song
The corn grows high and vine tendrils long
In his corner of the garden.
It was a sweet life, it was a gift bestowed
But the time had come for him to lay down his load
The price of love is my heart cracked open wide
Oh but I’ll try to have faith that the spirit abides
And I’ll find him on the other side
And in the meantime he knows where to find me…
In his corner of the garden
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2. |
Sweeter Than a Margarita
03:13
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Well I was drunk on margaritas and feeling fine
Your eyes were sparkling as you threw me a line
What was this impulsive girl supposed to do?
I leaned across the table and I kissed you
Your lips were sweeter than a margarita
So sweet I didn't even mind the cigarettes
Your lips were sweeter than a margarita
Well you came to my door carrying flowers in your hands
I thought this heart was getting another chance
You know this poor heart has been much darker than blue
But something brightened when I kissed you
Your lips were sweeter than a margarita
So sweet I almost didn’t mind your politics
Your lips were sweeter than a margarita
Eleven days we stoked the fire
Then it all came crashing down like a funeral pyre
You might say this wounded heart is bound to misunderstand
I’ll say I wasted my time on yet another man
Oh but those kisses…
mmm-mmm-mmm….
So sweet I don't even mind a few regrets
Your lips were sweeter than a margarita
and tangy too
salty sweet and tangy too
salty sweet and tangy too
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3. |
Next Train
03:30
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I want more but you want less
I try to keep silent but then I confess
And now I’ve said too much and it’s a big huge mess
I shoulda just written it down
How you want less and I want more
I know I oughta walk right through that door
But now our clothes are strewn on your living room floor
We’ve gone and done it again
‘Cause I’m a girl with a foolish heart
I keep trying to make a brand new start
But every time I turn around we’re just falling apart again
I feel like a fool for giving my heart to you
‘Cause I want more and you want less
The situation’s making me so stressed out
But I let you help me out of my Sunday dress
Now what will it be in the morning?
I feel like a fool for letting you use me baby
I tried to love you baby but you just keep bringing me down
I feel like a fool now baby for letting you use me baby
I tried to love you baby but you just keep breaking my heart
I’m restless and dissatisfied
I feel a little sick inside
And you’re just stuck in your foolish pride
You know I’ve given you the benefit of every doubt
I’ve turned myself upside down and inside out
But all this time it seems you never knew what love was about
No
It’s time to be on my way
I’ve said all there is to say
And I won’t wait another single day
because I’m tired of waiting around
I’m tired of waiting baby
I feel unappreciated
And that’s why I’m leaving baby
Yeah I’m leaving on the next train
I’m leaving on the next train, oh boy
You’re gonna miss me
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4. |
Lately
02:38
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Lately it seems I'm a little bit crazy and running around a bit
too much late night and dancing
too much flirting in the bar rooms
but lately I'd have to say I'm finally free
and this is where I wanna be
Sometimes it's hard to discover that it's high time to finally leave your lover
'cause you want him, and thought you'd always need him
and you love him; he's been such a good friend
but sometimes you realize that you have to leave
'cause freedom's what you really need
I've loved you for so long
but always it seemed just a little bit wrong
or at least just not quite right
Now we're headed for some long and lonely nights
And I wish that I could stay
And I'm sorry things didn't work out that way
but you have to let me go because
These days clarity and motion are the new phase dominating my emotions
and the Tensas River keeps on flowing
and the Mississippi Kites are soaring
in the blue sky, inviting me to fly away…
You know that I could never stay
You know that I could never stay
Never never never stay
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5. |
Guilty
03:08
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Well I’m guilty, so guilty
I’m guilty as sin, you don’t know where I’ve been but I’m guilty
Judge and jury in my head
Reached a verdict and they said
That I’d be better, better off dead
‘Cause I’m guilty…
You probably never think of me
But you’re always on my mind
I kept a list of the things I shouldn’t have said
And all the ways I treated you unkind
See I’m guilty
My doctor says I need to let it go
And then he gives it all a positive spin
But he doesn’t know how deep the evil goes
And how it festers under my skin
There’s blood on my hands,
a noose around my neck
Well maybe Jesus died for my sins but
I have not forgiven myself yet
‘Cause I’m guilty, so guilty
I'm guilty as sin, you don’t know where I’ve been
I'm guilty as sin, I can’t say where I’ve been but I’m guilty
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6. |
Singing for a Dollar
03:53
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There’s an old black man on the corner
singing for a dollar or a dime
You might think he’s crazy
You might think he’s lazy
You say he oughta get up off the street
Well maybe he just wants to be happy
maybe he just want to be free to sing
And maybe singing on this corner
is exactly where he's meant to be
There’s a boy who likes to dress in women’s clothing
And he likes pretty boys to keep him company
You might think it’s unnatural
You say he’s going straight to Hell
You say he oughta be what God intended
Well maybe he just wants to be happy
maybe he just wants to be free to love
And maybe what God intended
is exactly what you see
There’s someone who’s tired of the office day-to-day
She throws it all away to find tranquility
You might think she’s given up
You say she oughta suck it up
She oughta do what everyone else does (work 9 to 5)
Well maybe she just wants to be happy
maybe she just wants to be free to dream
And maybe this office cubicle
wasn’t where she was meant to be
I'm on my way...
Maybe we just wanna be happy
Maybe we just wanna be free to live
Maybe we just wanna be.
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Haze & Dacey Richmond, Virginia
Haze & Dacey revel in lilting melodies, tight harmonies, and compelling rhythms that make toes tap and bodies sway.
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