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The American Embassy
03:55
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Listen up baby, I must confess
Something might have happened last night
I'm gonna leave this place in a real big mess
If any little thing goes right
I've been thinking 'bout Billy Junior
I bet that he has grown
I know it's okay that I went away
But I could never tell you I was never comin' home
And I was alright before they got a hold of me
Now I got to appreciate what it means to be free
I always thought I'd make it back to Tennessee
And I just might yet if I can find the American Embassy
Now there ain't no harm in my being gone
You said to lay it on the line
But if you're hanging on to my Johnny Longs
You'd better hang 'em on out to dry
I got a good view from my bedroom window
There's a fella out by the fence
I would've never agreed to smoke that stuff
If I had only known what I was up against
And I was alright before they got a hold of me
Now I got to appreciate what it means to be free
I always thought I'd make it back across the sea
And I just might yet if I can find the American Embassy
Have a little faith, a little faith in me
Have a little faith in democracy
I'm gonna need, I'm gonna need a little company
Hey there buddy, I got something that even you could sing, sing it
Sha na na na na na...
And I was alright before they got a hold of me
Now I got to appreciate what it means to be free
I always thought I'd make it back to Tennessee
And I just might yet if I can find the American Embassy
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The days go by, the signs go by
On the interstate, it's getting late
The city lights, are fading in
We've seen some road, but we're heading home
We're getting tired, of northern ways
Of northern winds, of northern lays
It's been some time, but we're turning in
We can't deny, it was better then
So go your way you Wayfaring Stranger
Watch the years and nothing changes
You're still running down the dreams
Of the old wayfaring kings, but they're gone
We ended up in Tennessee
With an old graycoat run out of green
We heard the last chords in the air
But their dying down was too much to bear
We'd lost our minds but we had our pride
And we stood prepared to die
Shadows crawling across the land
Night knows the way to break a man
There's a place I go when I'm feeling gone
It's summer there, and I'm still a son
Don't you try to learn, don't you try to care
And when you're gone, you leave it there
So go your way you Wayfaring Stranger
Watch the years and nothing changes
You're still running down the dreams
Of the old wayfaring kings, but they're gone
But they're gone
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3. |
The Puppeteer
04:48
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4. |
To Bury You
04:13
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For seven years, we made here
They stuck a cross out in the yard
The first I don't remember
The second year, I just couldn't carve
This land went forgotten
The dirt's much harder than my tries
To bury you, no, not when
So seldom here does Heaven cry
At times I feel a gentle breeze
It stirs softly in my soul
Maybe there's a life back east
Back in Ohio
This land went forgotten
The dirt's much harder than my tries
To bury you, no, not when
So seldom here does Heaven cry
You know I always tried to do what was best
But still I dream at night of the shape of your breast
There are so many things that your beauty blessed
But that was all a long time ago
Far, far too long ago
This land went forgotten
The dirt's much harder than my tries
To bury you, no, not when
So seldom here does Heaven cry
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5. |
Go Home to Your Kids
03:20
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written by Peden Young
Peden Young: lead guitar and vocals
Benton Roark: rhythm guitar
Seth Fruiterman: piano
Moppa Elliott: electric bass
Luke Fasano: drums
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6. |
She Rights My Wrongs
04:22
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7. |
Killing Fields
04:40
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8. |
Halls of Babylon
04:47
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Farewell my lover, I am leaving
There is but one thing I am needing
I can see my path-a-bending
I but need for you to send me
So take an arrow from my quiver
And fall the heart I want to give her
I can feel your bow-a-bending
I but need you to release me
Lady, leaves already turning
And in the west the sky is burning
There's wisdom yet with to adorn thee
And when I reach the halls of Babylon
I will swing with the hammer you gave me
I will build a scaffold to the sun
With the bones of those who enslave me
And when I reach the halls of Babylon
I will wear the arrow that slew me
I will know you were the only one
When they put me in the ground
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