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Wait & See
03:26
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This ain’t the first time
The floor has fallen from underneath
Left us standing in this cellar,
Knee deep in the wreckage of good grief
Splintered wood and shattered glass
The mason jars all broke and spilled the past
The wine we saved to celebrate
Now a red river to the drain
And there’s no one there to blame
And there’s not much else to say
No, there’s nothing left to do but start picking up the pieces
And dream something that is beautiful and new
And it won’t be easy,
But we’ll make it through
Just you wait and see
No, there’s nothing left to do but start picking up the pieces
And build something that is both beautiful and new
And it won't be easy,
But we’ll make it through
Just you wait and see
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2. |
Going Down To Waddles
03:55
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Going down to Waddles
Where I don’t need nothin’ but my fishin’ pole
My mind’s full, I gotta let some go
So I’m going down to Waddles
The baker only gives me crust and heels
And boy, I hate the way that that makes me feel
I’ll paint their doors, but they won’t let me in
My being broke must be an awful sin
So I’m going down to Waddles
To take a dip in that swimmin’ hole
It don’t cost nothin’ and it’ll cleanse my soul
So I’m going down to Waddles
Most days I’m still surprised that I am alive
That there’s somethin’ still shinin’ from behind my eyes
It ain’t too hard, you know, to wind up dead
Drunks at the bar don’t always make the best friends
So I’m going down to Waddles
I’ll bring my old guitar and a new bottle
Talk to the birds, they always know the best songs
And they don’t seem to mind if I hum along
I wanna splash around in that swimmin’ hole
My mind’s full, I gotta let some go
So I’m going down to Waddles
I’m going down to Waddles
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Four Seasons (A Lullaby)
04:28
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A new calendar year, babe
A brand new start
Three hundred-sixty-five days to fill your heart
Though the snow and ice, I know the sting
They ain’t nothin’ to the green of Spring
‘Cause that tundra’s gonna melt
And that grass is gonna grow
And what once caused you pain, will now make that river flow
And it don’t matter if you don’t like two,
It’ll be four seasons ‘fore the year is through
Each April and May fill your days
With crooked creeks and birds that sing
Kites on the breeze like a church bell’s ring
‘Til the plains give way to a humid haze
‘Cause that summer’s gonna sweat
About all that you have left
So just try and find the shade, and know that everything will be okay
‘Cause it don’t matter if you dont like two,
It’ll be four seasons ‘fore the year is through
Well it may be Fall I like most of all
For the fires and the trees and the costume balls
Just try not to think about what’s comin’ around
Just be here now with them leaves dancin’ down
‘Cause you can bet my friend, it’s all happenin’ again
But don’t you forget what’s after Winter’s end
‘Cause it don’t matter if you dont like two,
It’ll be four seasons ‘fore the year is through
Yeah, these four seasons they will see you through
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Same For Me
04:07
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Put ‘er there, Pal
Why don’t you sit for a while
And tell me just what’s on your mind
I’ve seen that face before; it was in a window, through a door
When I caught the reflection of mine
So don’t tell me that it’s not worth my time
Don’t you lie to me and say that you’ve been doin’ fine
I saved you this seat when I saw you draggin’ both your feet
And if the tables had turned and you was sittin’ where I were
I know that you’da done the same for me
If dreams do come true, that means that the bad ones can, too
I’m afraid we don’t get to choose
But we all need the sleep, and your company I will keep
Until it’s all rainbows and bright skies of blue
So just let that storm roll on through
Let its rains wash and renew
And I’ll bring you all the blooms with their scents oh, so sweet
‘Cause if you were in my boots, or here sittin’ in my seat
I know that you’da done the same for me
‘Cause you’ve done the same for me
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5. |
Joy Down The Road
03:10
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Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road anymore
Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
I’m gonna pick it up now, before I get too old
No, I ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
I got feelins, and they keep a-reelin’
Knew they'd catch the big one someday
I thought that for a time, now I’m scared that I broke the line
Took my time and now time took it away
Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road anymore
Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
I’m gonna pick it up now, before I get too old
No, I ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
I've been waitin’ on satiatin’
Can’t start my day until the bed is made
But there’s wrinkles in my sheets, and my iron’s got no heat
Next thing you know, this bed’s gonna be my grave
Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road anymore
Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
I’m gonna pick it up now, before I get too old
No, I ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
Been givin’ away my joy for too many years
Traded it for wine and cryin’ tears
Got nothin’ now to show but these bruised and bloody toes
So I ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road no more
Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road anymore
Ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
I’m gonna pick it up now, before I get too old
No, I ain’t gonna kick my joy down the road
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Cole Bridges St. Louis, Missouri
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