Pretty Little Troubles
Crippled Point O’ View
Yours No More
Good Ole Days
Outta Luck
South Hampton Street
Rocky Ground
Pretty Little Troubles
Bury England
Damn Weeds
Eyes of Josephine
The Sky Stood Still
We Struggle
LYRICS
point o' view
chorus
i cant deny these troubled ol times
i cant deny these troubled ol times
i cant deny the truth is somewhere
in my crippled point o' view
my eyes compounded tom edison
i brag against the sun
that mighty mischief waits in the ground
for my crippled point o' view
the bastards back these bolden days
graspin' evrything
i can hold and blow all to hell
in my crippled point o' view
chorus
my tongue is quick to tangle speed
and douse the lights within
and burn my self respect to death
and warm my hands again
the neon strips the night to the bone
my broken dreams on the mend
til mornin' comes and leaves me alone
with my crippled point o' view
my crippled point o' view
chorus
big money fills my pockets with words
puppets poison my mind
my eyes too heavy to hold up my head
my back's too weak to try
chorus
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yours no more
you built all our bridges
and mined all our coal
you fought for our freedom
and died in our wars
steel workers in the fact'ries
your back breakin' plows
your sweatin' and your dreamin'
made my home free and proud
chorus
send me your tired and poor
sick and sufferin'
send them to me
send them to me
ellis island is yours no more
been thrown outta england
for misdeeds and blood
you journeyed and dared
by God's grace and love
i once was a beggar
robber and a liar
at the mercy of handouts
and government lawyers
chorus
oh why do you suffer
and homeless you cry
only memories of justice
and tears in your eyes
Lord knows i dont know nuthin'
less ev'ry day
jus' a lil bit older
and a heart in the way
chorus
ellis island is yours
no more
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damn good ol' days
joseph marta seven kids
i know them names by heart
your mother's father worked the mines
petersburg to charleston
st petersburg to charleston
bridge
in the good ol days
the good ol days
in the good ol days
damn good ol days
ol wringer washer's on the porch
thieves done stole him blind
one empty bottle rot gut wine
cotton worked the mines
ol cotton worked the mines
bridge
fifty cents a bloody day
no child labor laws
most them lil' babies died
disease and alcohol
disease and alchol
bridge
instrumental
a picture tells a thousand lies
comp'ny kiss my ass
barefoot on the cabin floor
paint the broken glass
paint the broken glass
bridge
there's ghosts in west virginia
i can feel em in my bones
mem'ries of the hard times
in your eyes never grow old
in your eyes never grow old
bridge
bridge
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outta luck
fell off the edge down in little rock
country girls really turn my head
spinnin' outta time outta luck
i never know better next time
poison lives in my blood
my intellectual tongue in hand
bridge
outta luck
outta luck
outta luck
out
i gotta weakness like wounded dog
lickin' my lips and lickin' my balls
off the edge down in little rock
outta luck
cold hands warm heart too smart
call a taxi for a christmas card
sirens stop the cops throw down
bridge
ya got my number hands down heads up
hot women cold cash and drugs
off the edge down in little rock outta luck
these walls keepa lookin' the same
ev'ry city i'm stuck insane
someday i'ma gonna give up
bridge
fell off the edge down in little rock
country girls really turn my head
spinnin' outta time outta luck
bridge
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south hampton street
still and clean her long black hair
i'm foolish for despair
she played the gypsy concertina
sweetly in the air
sweetly in the air
squatted in the corner shade
beside some fancy place
for educated young and well
i saw her face
i saw her face
chorus
one handsome gypsy woman
on south hampton street
and a dog from china with a stupid hat
for tortured souls to please
perhaps a gypsy's lucky day
the grinnin' dog is strong
i pray her husband wont be drunk
when she moves along
when she moves along
her left hand played the mystery
some ol eastern folk song
her right hand seemed to wander lost
but hypnotized my feet
hypnotized my feet
chorus
the music carried 'cross the square
my conscious cried surrender
to pay the gypsy woman fair
food not for a beggar
not for a beggar
i stopped and turned my boastin' stride
feelin' sinful pride
a young child full o' mother's love
made the gypsy's smile
made the gypsy's smile
chorus
chorus
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rocky ground
the spring sun sweetly splinters
the last days of the cold
underfoot's still rocky ground
that's justa bout all i know
this bottom land's black and thirsty
for tobacca fields and hands
to hold the plow and pray out loud
for strength to work the land
chorus
my spoiled and painted tainted eyes
the liquid in my throat
boastin' reapin' fertile ghosts
the one's i love the most
the one's i love the most
these hills round here are old
too old for recollectin'
my mother's father's harvest
long gone and laid to rest
the tractor's turn and travel
the ground over again
but early in the mornin'
i know now where they been
chorus
all i know and all i am
dont matter anyhow
watchin' you grow old and lovely
hungry to be found
hungry to be found
chorus
chorus
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pretty lil troubles
hound dog chewin' bones
on a ol cheap floor
satisfaction best left alone
long crowded days for the young and foolish
never pay mind to the time
three plays for quarter 40 years ago
pinball racket never stopped
your busted jaws and your black- eyed suzi
the ev'nin' jus' dragged along
chorus
go on an spill your guts and complain
aint nuthin left but a change
dont you worry too much about your pretty lil' troubles
thank God you aint never the same
skinny as a rail
fat dumb and happy
kickin' up the dust inside
aint one red nickle gonna bring you luck
when your broke as hell inside
chorus
i keep a grin in my pocket
to spin the hard times
we been goin' thru
i believe if you struggle missin' good ol days
you aint done much o' livin' the blues
chorus
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in bury england
that ol building looked like a halfway house
smelled like a old folks home inside
i smoked another cigarette outside
we showed up on time
in bury england
dave he gave me the worst cup o' coffee
i believe i ever had to drink
if i was drunk i'd throw it right up
wouldnt give it to a dog
in bury england
now wouldnt ya know it some folks showed up
that knows somebody somebody you know
they was sputterin' names in some hall o' fame
i pretended to give a damn
in bury england
chorus
we played some songs me and jt
mister w did his job
the grace o' God we tagged along
in bury england
them ol peavy speakers stole the show
before we even played a note
rest his soul i heard guy clark
randal knife and la freeway
in bury england
chorus
well i'm gonna quit when i get the chance
if i ever get back home again
i'm gonna make a plan and settle on down
and i'll always remember
bury england
chorus
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damn weeds
a double-wide and a butterfly bush
maters got the blight
neighbors cuss the kids and dogs
ev'ry day and night
a friend in need is a friend in deed
i thankya til yer better paid
growin' up's an all day job
i cant get outta my way
chorus
gossip and your small talk
dont matter in the long run
got my own row to hoe
slammin' doors and doin' chores
damn weeds a'takin' over
the news is always all the same
more guns and diggin' graves
nuthin' changes til i pray
i try to anyways
my faith it seems to come and go
like summer wind it blows
lord knows i gotta believe
all i do anymore
chorus
doctors nurses listen to me
holler and complain
hellbent livin' in the past
and pissin' on today
money goes like paradise
in the hands of politicians
breakin' ev'ry promise made
on beauty and tradition
chorus
chorus
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the eyes o' josephine
chorus
a pint er two in belfast
burns the eyes o' josephine
an irish girl forever curls
around your heart o' glass
shattered blowin' into town
shattered goin' back
the nightshift calls your council
a pitence in your pockets
the wretched poor o' poison blood
the government the hospital
they snitch and laugh and never smile
straight jackets for the crooked mile
chorus
i walk and stagger to your eyes
the phenobarbital at night
we locked you up and shut the door
your brain is scattered on the floor
quick to turn the hollow spurns
a gapin' hole o' lonesome
a pint er two in belfast burns
the eyes o' josephine
chorus
when darkness breaks the northern lights
and rapsody is killin' time
a brazen bastard blessed be
burns the eyes of josephine
chorus
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the sky stood still
bridge
the sky stood still
but the clouds keep a rollin'
full o' gray red white and blue
too close to the bone too far from my home
nobody feels your love
what's wrong with me what's wrong with you
my faith in us bout all gone
we march and beg cry and we scream
the sizzlin sun's the same
darkness cools the water i drink
and wake up thirsty again
bridge
a sweaty knife midnight to my throat
a pistol ready to hold
i shoulda died many times i know
but the grace of God got told
dont need no resason to spill all the blood
jesus died for me
jus' one more opinion in the pourin' down rain
in this world no shame
bridge
the amen section would not repent
they did not even try
one heart o' stone one heart o' flesh
too many people die
money lies for truth and for fame
a bargain for us all
the richer rich the colder hearted
angry souls still survive
bridge
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we struggle
battered and born
shattered and torn
run ragged wastin' my time
old and guilty
worried and sleepless
time and time again
bridge
we struggle
we struggle
over time
still as a stone
kicked up and down
wishin' children never grow old
stay where you are
wait til i'm gone
you'll find me someday i know
bridge
much has been given
much is required
in the fire of the sun low in the night
all my friends are sick
dyin' and dead
my family is another baby born
bridge
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malcolm holcombe