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Eating breakfast at the Franklin Spa
They’ve got a lot of little boats ‘round here
I was thinkin’ ‘bout the waitress with the long blonde hair
They’ve got a lot of little boats ‘round here / in my chaire
I had the same clam chowder three nights in a row
I knew how it was gonna taste
Had the same shitty IPA three nights in a row
I knew how it was gonna taste
I guess folk music don’t sound the same no more
And the skeletons hang like rags
I’m pretty sure I saw Elvis walk in there
And the skeletons hang like rags
The band was cookin’ right next to the bar
As the ghost of Little Walter roared
I swear I’ve never heard stillness that good
As the ghost of Little Walter roared
Well, it’s probably all right
At this point, I’ve lost count
Well, it’s probably all right
We’ll figure it out, or we won’t
I’m takin’ the Megabus out from South Station
Right on in to New York City
I guess we all gotta go a little crazy sometimes
Right on in to New York City/ They tell me that’s the fun part of livin’
The mayor of MacDougal street’s been dead a long, long while
But I swear, I still hear him sometimes
Walkin’ through the village that’s been abandoned for years
Looks like a ghost town through my eyes
But I swear, I still hear him sometimes
Well, it’s probably all right
At this point, I’ve lost count
Well, it’s probably all right
We’ll figure it out, or we won’t
It was another long night on Westland
When you walked in through the door
I still think about it on occasion sometimes
When you walked in through the door
Across the table I don’t have to say
We’re a coast/country away next to the shore
It’s been over for a while now/while at this point
I’m a coast/country away next to the shore
Eatin’ breakfast at the Hampton Inn
I don’t need no more company than this
I stopped thinkin’ ‘bout the waitress with the long blonde hair
I don’t want no more company than this
Don’t the graves look happy today?
Better you than me
Don’t the silence sound real nice right now?
I guess it’s better you than me
Well, it’s probably all right
At this point, I’ve lost count
Well, it’s probably all right
We’ll figure it out, or we won’t
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Meet Me In The Bottom
06:04
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Meet me in the bottom
Bring me my running shoes
Meet me in the bottom
Bring me my running shoes
If you ain’t got time to get ‘em
Baby, I ain’t got time for you
No time for you
Well, my feet, they get so cold
And I love singing the blues
Yes, my feet, they get so cold
And I love singing the blues
I’d complain about this to anyone
There’s certainly nothin’ special about you
About you
They don’t make ‘em like they used to
Those early models sure could run a while
They don’t make ‘em like they used to
Those early models sure could run a while
Now they just fall apart on ya
You’ll buy ‘em anyway ‘cause they’re in style
‘Cause they’re in style
Don’t ya go jumpin’ out the window
And go runnin’ naked across the street
Don’t ya go jumpin’ out the window
And go runnin’ naked across the street
Next time bring my shoes with ya
And you won’t have to go barefoot through the sleet
Through the sleet
I thought I saw someone chasin’ you
Right on your tail
I thought I saw someone chasin’ you
Right on your tail
I realized you ain’t got a tail anyhow
So I’m puttin’ one up for sale
One up for sale
Meet me in the bottom
I hope this time you brought the shoes
Meet me in the bottom
I hope this time you brought the shoes
I got plenty of time to be pissed off / We got plenty of time down here
More than enough time to sing the blues
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I wish I could say that I went and broke your heart
And I wish I could say that the beginning is the hardest part
But like a lot of things in life, it just gets harder the further that you get from the start
I guess most of this is your fault, but that doesn’t seem to help it anyhow
And you’re making it real hard to not hate you right about now
Sometimes in life something good comes right along your way
But it’s only to remind you that those things in life are never here to stay
The sooner you get over that the sooner you can get along your way
I guess most of this is your fault, but that doesn’t seem to help it anyhow
And you’re making it real hard to not hate you right about now
I don’t feel like picking up the pieces. I wanna leave ‘em all there on the floor
Don’t it sound just like old time music when it’s creepin’ out from underneath the door?
Feels like happenstance and second chances are things you used to hear about before
I guess most of this is your fault, but that doesn’t seem to help it anyhow
And you’re making it real hard to not hate you right about now
And I’m making it real hard to not hate you right about now
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Come My Way
04:08
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If you come my way
Don’t you think of leavin’ town
‘Til your debts done and paid
If you come my way
They’ll lay you out to dry
In the bed you made
If you come my way
Well, it ain’t the best for you
If you come my way
That’s what’s a matter
We live a real fast life
I heard him say,
“I got a divorce all because of my wife”
Since you left
Salvation just ain’t the same
The art songs are dead
I’ve still got four weeks in hell
The Wildland’s were in flames
When I wished her well
I burnt my clothes
Then I raised off towards the sun
If you come my way
Don’t you think of leavin’ town
‘Til your debts done and paid
If you come my way
They’ll lay you out to dry
In the bed you made
If you come my way
Well, it ain’t the best for you
If you come my way
They jumped me at the border
As I was walking west
They melted down my sword
And she took the rest
I told her it’s not
Supposed to sound like anything
She replied, “I don’t believe in God”
I said, “That’s all right by me,
but doesn’t Revelations sound
real exciting?”
She laughed for a moment
While she stared me dead in the eyes
If you come my way
Don’t you think of leavin’ town
‘Til your debts done and paid
If you come my way
They’ll lay you out to dry
In the bed you made
If you come my way
Well, it ain’t the best for you
If you come my way
Lock up the barn
Before the houses leave
Home is the sailor
Far off at sea
Home is the hunter
Far off on the hill
We're drawing pistols at dawn
I went and killed the drover
You meet somebody
And it’s already over
I want to sing
But I worry I’ve got nothing new to say
If you come my way
Don’t you think of leavin’ town
‘Til your debts done and paid
If you come my way
They’ll lay you out to dry
In the bed you made
If you come my way
Well, it ain’t the best for you
If you come my way
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Ragtime On The Farm
02:46
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Ragtime on the farm
Can you do the Fandango?
Twelve tone—row, row, row your boat
The slave castles are comin’
Tumblin’ down
It’s last call on death row
Swallow the wolf
There’s ham for dessert
I’ll blow your wretched house down
Stand behind the wall
Or don’t come back
Go on; take ‘em downtown!
With visions like that
She could repel the devil
Tell her I did it on my own
The strings of pathos
Won’t let me be
And I’m running from the medicine show
The siege of Hell Street
Is comin’ too
Hallelujah on the edge
Doom and gloom
Never looked so good
They chopped off poor Till’s head
“Thank god that’s over!”
~The Last Words Of Christ
Echoed through the plains
It’s too bright in here
Maybe that’s just me
The five o’clock train’s runnin’ five minutes late
Ragtime on the farm
And the barn is empty
But you don’t have to take it from me
Take a look around
You can do it yourself
Go on; tell me what you see
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Another Dead Songster
06:14
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He replied I cant
In good conscious
Teach my children so
To damn the dead
Eternally
And not to speak of what is known
Forty thousand stalls
For forty thousand tails
Chariots emblazed with gold
While above
The undertaker sings:
“There is nothing to withhold”
And there’s another
Dead songster in the breeze
The Big House was
Engulfed in flames
The air was thick with smoke
Everyone was singing
Flood music
As they tore down the last big white oak
He replied that it’s
An act of faith
That keeps our wants at bay
One day I’ll learn to compromise
‘Til then, I’m doing things my way
And there’s another
Dead songster in the breeze
People go
Where the water is
They shot down Diamond Joe
I guess certain things
Are worth dying for
Like cotton and tobacco
Barely more than nothin’
Can be a more than you need
They say parades are political
But my friends just
Parade to drink
There ain’t nothing wrong with the cynical
And there’s another
Dead songster in the breeze
Sometimes it gets
So bad it’s funny
But that’s when you laugh the most
The only difference between
Fear and laughing
Is which way the air goes
Doesn’t now seem
Real important?
It did for all those dead folks too
We’re all refuges
‘Til we gotta make a living
That sounds real important to you
And there’s another
Dead songster in the breeze
Make sure you pick a
Strong branch for hangin’
Do not worry, ma’am
His death’ll be
Another statistic
So, it’s all worth it in the end
“One more thing
Before I go…”
Were his last words
As the sun tucked down
Behind the trees
At least I think that’s what I heard
And there’s another
Dead songster in the breeze
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Here We Go Again #2
02:05
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I’ve been put up and shot down
All along the line
Don’t feel like givin’ up
I just feel I’m out of time
Some get lucky. Some don’t care
I’m somewhere in between
I can hear your thunder roarin’
Like you’re cryin’ out on the sea
There ain’t nothin’ to look back on
If there is it ain’t worth the time
Claire, I can’t get you out of my mind
Whoever said that you get out
What you put in
They must’ve been new to this game
I’m callin’ bullshit
I think it all is meaningless
And that makes you feel so low
They can waste their own damn time
But I’ve got too few days to go
I know most people they’ve let you down
Most of the time
Claire, I can’t get you out of my mind
I almost forgot for a second there
How lonely you can be
It’s not exactly what you’d think
It’s harder when you’re happy
I’m just here to have me some fun
And I wish the same for you
Whether I’m enough or not
It doesn’t even matter if that’s true
I’m sitting alone—drinking alone
Just to pass the time
Claire, I can’t get you out of my mind
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The sun’s coming through
And I can barely see the moon
The sun’s coming through
And I can’t really see the moon
Sooner or later we’re gonna have
Nothing left to do
You can come and get it
It’s not hurting anyone
You can come and get it
It’s not hurting anyone
It sounds real nice but
I just don’t want your love
What’s that flower called
I think I’ve probably seen it before
What’s that flower called
I think I’ve probably seen it before
I might run out of things to say
I ain’t got much more
When I looked out this morning
It looked like the end was almost here
When I looked out this morning
It looked like the end was almost here
They tore down another statue
If we’re not careful, the past is gonna disappear
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Don’t the sun look good across the sacred lot?
Don’t the moon look bright upon your skin?
I’m finding my way back to my own place
And you’ve left me here alone again
You never liked her either way
‘Cause she never laughed too hard
But you aren’t that funny anyhow
This can’t catch you off guard
You should’ve known from the last time
You should’ve learned from before
You should’ve known from the last time
I won’t wait around for you no more
Put your eyes on a platter just like Saint Lucy
Keep your Anna Karina eyes on the shelf
Someone’s calling way past late
I’ll go carry me somebody else
Leonardo in drag never looked so good
The wind sounds louder in the rain
Every time you’d open your mouth
I’d swear you’re tryin’ to drive me insane
You should’ve known from the last time
You should’ve learned from before
You should’ve known from the last time
I won’t wait around for you no more
The strings of pathos wont let me be
But thank god you’re not here by my side
Either someone’s been following me
Or I’m faster than I thought losing my mind
You had me on my knees, my friend
And it’s there you wanted me to stay
But I got tired of all this kneelin’ around
Waiting for some better day
Take my hand. Let’s not be late
The train pulls in again tonight
I’m counting heads at the roundabout
And thankfully you’re nowhere in sight
You should’ve known from the last time
You should’ve learned from before
You should’ve known from the last time
I won’t wait around for you no more
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Allegheny
05:13
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I’m walkin’ through fire with the sun in my eyes
The pulp man’s comin’ and to my surprise
He left the estate and all the gold to me
Annie leaves the room. She’s a shakin’ her head
The beer’s pourin’ flat. I hear what she said
“If you leave now, boy, you can make it in hours flat”
I was dealing cards in Jackson
I went and quit my nine to five
The ramblin’ pitchforks just left town
And the Allegany River’s runnin’ dry
They’re marchin’ off to war. I’m an invisible man
Hand me my rifle. Claude Rains is dead
I can see the stars from Tripoli
Throw down your cards. Go on. Show me your hand
I ain’t leavin’ here ‘til I damn well can’t stand
The gatekeeper’s gone, washing fruit in the Bering Sea
I was dealing cards in Jackson
I went and quit my nine to five
The ramblin’ pitchforks just left town
And the Allegany River’s runnin’ dry
The rations ran low and Annie dropped dead
Someone left here with their hands in their head
The war took more than most of your good men
I ain’t the judge. He’s gone up the river
Now kneel down and pray or stand up and bicker
Either way now, nothin’ happenin’ all that soon
I was dealing cards in Jackson
I went and quit my nine to five
The ramblin’ pitchforks just left town
And the Allegany River’s runnin’ dry
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Well, it always feels a little different. It happened again
I said I was done—that wasn’t true
You don’t feel it in your heart. You feel it right in your stomach
And you asked me not to write a song about you
I met her eventually in Nashville, Tennessee
I had one too many pitchers at the station inn
But I got in the plane, and she got in the bus
And you asked me not to write a song about you
Sometimes something just gets nailed in your head
My time’s worth more to me than mine is to you
You can do everything right and then it turns out wrong
And you asked me not to write a song about you
I could see it right in your eyes
I could feel this might be through, might be through
Maybe I’ll have a drink before I get nice and drunk
And you asked me not to write a song about you
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K.C. Harris Nashville, Tennessee
Infusing the canon of American music genres with his songwriting, K.C. Harris is developing a sound all his own. Born in Jacksonville, North Carolina, he has lived all over the country while cultivating his love for music and the craft of songwriting.
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