1. |
Mile Marker Blues
03:27
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Windshield time makes ya punch drunk
Guilt hangs down like the West Texas stars
Turn on the radio
A white liner fall behind-er dot on a map and I'm looking west
See your ghost on my breath
And ya lie to yourself it's been going around
It's the same old news mile marker blues
Just want to come back home to you
Mile marker blues
Columbian sunrise greases the wheels
The pedal's pinned to the floor
Parking lot troubadour
Just a tumbleweed caught in a fence
Hang around 'til the wind kicks up again
Just letting your soul drain out
And ya lie to yourself it's been going around
It's the same old news mile marker blues
Just want to come back home to you
Mile marker blues
Looking at you stranger is like looking at myself
Without a thing to prove seems so aimless
And ya lie to yourself it's been going around
It's the same old news mile marker blues
Just want to come back home to you
Mile marker blues
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2. |
Josephine
03:43
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Holed up in a motel east of KC
Northeast bound and the windows down
Yankee roots calling me
No idea what I's doing here
Hammer and a cigarette
My buddy arrived in the nick of time
Was a shoulder to forget
Josephine do you see yourself in me
All this in between is the only thing you wanted
To punish my dreams sweet Josephine
I was headfirst in the shallows
While you burned it at one end
No amount of time could change your mind
We was holding on to threads
Went back to dropping timber
And dying in between my sheets
Ain't no love like the way it was
And them days were on repeat
Josephine do you see yourself in me
All this in between is the only thing you wanted
To punish my dreams sweet Josephine
A life well lived in exchange for mine
I died a thousand deaths to find
A way back to the shell of who I was
Boarded up now given my due
Spent a lifetime in limbo because of you
You'll never have to wonder
The day your guilt collides
Lay alone under this stone
On the other side
Josephine do you see yourself in me
All this in between is the only thing you wanted
To punish my dreams sweet Josephine
Sweet Josephine
Sweet Josephine
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3. |
All My Days
03:50
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Fell on the wrong side of fate
When you lose the one you love
And I'm banking on me
Leaving as the only resolve
And I'm wondering if we
Know how to miss each other
And your sailor's tongue it's the sharpest of swords
I'm banking on this bottle
It's a fools reward
I'm cheaper than a child
When you're out running wild and free
Wear this hole in my heart
Like a window to a burning house
Can't get out
And it's stealing all my days for good
Sure as I'm standing here
In a moment ain't turning out
Where are we now
And it's stealing all my days for good
We used to run this town
Jump the railroad tracks
Your heartbeat like a hammer
Chase the sunrise back
And you flew away
On the wings of time
And you're holding on seemed to make things worse
Waking up in Luckenbach
And you're wearing my shirt
I never wondered then
If we knew how to miss each other
Wear this hole in my heart
Like a window to a burning house
Can't get out
And it's stealing all my days for good
Sure as I'm standing here
In a moment ain't turning out
Where are we now
And it's stealing all my days for good
You were gone before
I ever got to run I ever got to run
Wear this hole in my heart
Like a window to a burning house
Can't get out
And it's stealing all my days for good
Sure as I'm standing here
In a moment ain't turning out
Where are we now
And it's stealing all my days for good
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4. |
Heart in a Sling
03:08
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Boss man how 'bout those raises
Kids need attention and my lady needs a ring
I keep the zerks greased and the chain turning
Somebody'd look at you in your younger years
Pocket full of dope high on hope
Ain't nothin' between your ears
What they don't know the puppet sees the strings
Always over a barrel and your heart in a sling
Tax man hell I ain't got it
Keep the tags on and the motor humming
If it don't get me from A to B I'll be running
Somebody'd look at you in your younger years
Pocket full of dope high on hope
Ain't nothin' between your ears
What they don't know the puppet sees the strings
Always over a barrel and your heart in a sling
Mean old woman can't live a thing down
Jet set so you forget all I didn't do
Your disappointment's the only thing that's true
Somebody'd look at you in your younger years
Pocket full of dope high on hope
Ain't nothin' between your ears
What they don't know the puppet sees the strings
Always over a barrel and your heart in a sling
Always over a barrel and your heart in a sling
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5. |
New Year, Old Me
03:29
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Lord I'm waitin' on the same old chickens
Count 'em before they hatch
I'd drown in a puddle on a bluebird day
Waitin' on the rain to come back
All hat no cattle bur in your saddle
Chasing rainbows wherever I go
There ain't nothin' wrong just the lights ain't on
And I'm headed on down the road
Five o clock tired eight ball wired
I'm a buddy when you need
Turn a wrench fix a fence down in a trench
When the world caves in I'll be
Sittin' on a stool shootin' some pool
Hell knows where the future leads
I'm hardly awake ain't got what it takes
New year old me
Lord I'm a full head of steam these days
Holding on to hope
Waiting on a sign gonna wrong my rights
Life gon' throw me a rope
All glitter no gold buy what I'm sold
Take it with me when I go
There ain't nothin' wrong just the lights ain't on
And I'm headed on down the road
Five o clock tired eight ball wired
I'm a buddy when you need
Turn a wrench fix a fence down in a trench
When the world caves in I'll be
Sittin' on a stool shootin' some pool
Hell knows where the future leads
I'm hardly awake ain't got what it takes
New year old me
I'll just ride the pine hell it's more my stride
Let the wheels turn nice and slow
Ain't got no reservations
About these hesitations
Ain't no axe to grind about the way things go
Five o clock tired eight ball wired
I'm a buddy when you need
Turn a wrench fix a fence down in a trench
When the world caves in I'll be
Sittin' on a stool shootin' some pool
Hell knows where the future leads
I'm hardly awake ain't got what it takes
New year old me
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6. |
Tarred
03:32
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We ain't reading the same book let alone the same page
Only two forms of expression silence and rage
And if a phone call at Christmas is the best that we can do
Shame on me and shame on you lord
I know pride is at the root of our mistakes
A flag of truce for each other's sake
And I wish these children knew ya the way I did back then
What's it gonna be when chance don't come again
Tarred by the same brush and hollow is the sound
Raising up a white flag just to tear it down
And I'd forfeit every difference I just wish you'd come around
All this low down living when we were kids will always be
A common thread of who we are and where we've been
I know you can't stop a river or see it once my way
You're the man I thought you'd be is all I wanna say
Tarred by the same brush and hollow is the sound
Raising up a white flag just to tear it down
And I'd forfeit every difference I just wish you'd come around
Tarred by the same brush and hollow is the sound
Raising up a white flag just to tear it down
And I'd forfeit every difference I just wish you'd come around
And I'd forfeit every difference I just wish you'd come around
And if a phone call at Christmas is the best that we can do
Shame on me and shame on you lord
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7. |
Obsessions
03:21
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She's a long way from St. Pete
And she's checking all the car doors
Lying through her teeth she's raised on the nations floor
And it won't back down
And it won't back down
Haunted as she is sweet
80 proof holy water
Where angels and devils meet
Never know who's on her shoulder
She'll run you a ground
She'll run you a ground
Can't give life a second look
When you're haunted by desire
Life's a gamble or nothing at all
Hate to lose when ya try
Obsessions ain't ever satisfied
Ain't no gold in these hills
Ain't no rival to the pain
'Cept a fistful of these pills
'Til it ends up in your veins
And it won't back down
It won't back down
Can't give life a second look
When you're haunted by desire
Life's a gamble or nothing at all
Hate to lose when ya try
Obsessions ain't ever satisfied
Obsessions ain't ever satisfied
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8. |
Bad Ol' Days
03:59
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We can move across the country if it's what you need
I know we beat the brakes off of this love
Pack up our contentions it's a shadow that never leaves
And we'll empty a bottle tear the walls out of this house
And I say them were the bad ol' days
Left it there to change my ways
And we dance around the truth like it's on fire
I used to like it when I drink to 'till the room spins
Sun creeping through the blinds
And every moment was one step closer to goodbye
We can fill up the ashtray until there's nothing left to say
Met a topless dancer at a local cabaret
Why you gotta show up here on another binge
Them kids are fast asleep kick the door off of the hinge
And I say them were the bad ol' days
Left it there to change my ways
And we dance around the truth like it's on fire
I used to like it when I drink to 'till the room spins
Sun creeping through the blinds
And every moment was one step closer to goodbye
It was better when you could see the end
Sharpen our hearts with danger
Recognize trouble and going back for more
Them were the bad ol' days
Left it there to change my ways
And we dance around the truth like it's on fire
I used to like it when I drink to 'till the room spins
Sun creeping through the blinds
And every moment was one step closer to goodbye
And every moment was one step closer to goodbye
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9. |
Without Emotion
03:35
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What if I start to sing without emotion
Beat the pavement to chase another song
What if time slips away without warning
And every dream I ever had was wrong
Don't hold back and drift away
Don't wrestle with the past no more she says
Keep on pressing kill for your kin
Don't ever waste a single sin
And don't sing without emotion
What if we're as aimless as a balloon in flight
Leave a day or two abandoned just because
What if you're the only thing I turn to
Wasn't easy but we raised each other right
Don't hold back and drift away
Don't wrestle with the past no more she says
Keep on pressing kill for your kin
Don't ever waste a single sin
And don't sing without emotion
What if we've seen our last day in the sun
And it's a pendulum between boredom and pain
What if there's nowhere left to wonder
Whither time just to circle the drain
Don't hold back and drift away
Don't wrestle with the past no more she says
Keep on pressing kill for your kin
Don't ever waste a single sin
And don't sing without emotion
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10. |
Shut it Down
03:50
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Grew up on a combine machine
Running them rows straight and clean
He's as Carolina as the fields are tall
Answers confusion uncle Sam came to call
He can't sleep at night so he's going back to her
Back to those chains with a full moon in the sky
He decides this is where he'll shut it down
Shut it down shut it down ain't nothing else for me
Shut it down shut it down when the grass is already green
Now he makes his living on a .50 cal. machine
Dodging IED's dodging the pain
Could be back on the farm but he is gone
In a village that doesn't know his name
Sand in his boots bombs overhead
Letters from an Afghan bed
Relentless loving waiting back in town
This is where he'll shut it down
Shut it down shut it down ain't nothing else for me
Shut it down shut it down when the grass is already green
Now he's out on leave in New Orleans
Spending that pay on Frenchman street
Takes her hand pledged his heart for life
One more tour be back by her side
Shots ring out he runs to the ally
Caught a stray in the back of the head
One last breathe he kisses the ground
This is where he'll shut it down
Shut it down shut it down ain't nothing else for me
Shut it down shut it down when the grass is already green
Shut it down shut it down when the grass is already green
When the grass is already green
When the grass is already green
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Colorado Country. That's the sound The Barlow has been making since 2017, combining Red Dirt, Americana, outlaw country and guitar-heavy Southern rock into songs that are as rugged as the band's Denver home. Two years after releasing their self-titled debut album, bandmates Shea Boynton, Ben Richter, Brad Johnson,and Jason Berner are back with 2021's Horseshoe Lounge. www.thebarlowband.com/store ... more
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