Wager (EP)


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Lyrics

i feel like a train

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there's songs about you and there's songs about me
at the end of the day they all sound the same
times when i'm runnin' times when i ain't
and at the end of the day i feel like a train
i feel like a train

when i was a youngun' shoveled coal in the stoker
pulled out the clinkers with a claw in my hand
the grace coal truck came had to get it on credit
kept us warm in the snow until june

i counted on you you counted on me
my back was strong and my mama was week
and at the end of the day i feel like a train
i feel like a train

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i gotta ol' guitar hitchhiked to florida
played in the bars and stayed drunk in the sun
i blew all my money came back to the blue ridge
played in saluda and black mountain town
and at the end of the day i feel like a train
i feel like a train

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there's a whistle in the distance it sounds like a whisper
when i lay down beside you and kiss you again
wheels keep on rollin' comin' and a'goin'
somewhere i'm bound to be bound
and at the end of the day i feel like a train
i feel like a train

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c. 2004 gypsyeyes music bmi
malcolm holcombe

back to hell in a greyhound (aka livin' those long gone blues)

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i'm goin' back to hell in a greyhound
to see an ol' friend o' mine
i'm goin' back to hell in greyhound
never to be found
that ol' bus driver was a preacher
on my good ol' radio
he's drivin' me to hell in a greyhound
singin' yippe i o ky yo

i been somkin' anda drinkin' anda cussin'
like a sailor on shore leave
jokin' anda thinkin' 'bout somebody else
wishin' i was in there shoes

that city life is all i need to come up with the truth
so i'm goin' back to hell in a greyhound
livin' those long gone blues

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sittin' in the back with a bottle
thinkin' bout the good ol days
lookin' out the winder beside me
wishin; i could see her face

i musta left that woman a hundred times
now i know what i'm gonna do
i'm goin' back to hell in a greyhound
livin' those long gone blues

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malcolm holcombe




high rollin' gambler

daddy was a high rollin' gambler
raised fightin' cocks deep in the hills
he was a poker playin' hard drivin' man
gave momma hundred dollar bills

he drove the bus durin' world war two
didn't charge folks mosta the time
thomas built buses and flexibles
they were painted red and white
he played poker with the boys on sunday nights
in the back of a broken down bus
smokin' lucky strikes with a zippo lighter
shakin' hands with a royal flush

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he wore ol spice aftershave for a fact
didnt like them crazy wide ties
took my mama out a dancin'
doe see doe on a saturday night
he could drive a bus thru a key hole
like purt n'er fallin' offa log
bostonian shoes and little dab'll do ya
a lil dabba do you fine

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but the morphine tubes and the needles
didnt help his misery
dem roosters cards and the money
musta danced inside his brain
daddy suffered long and he suffered hard
til he took his final breath
he talked to God and the preachers too
but the family always said what'd they say

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malcolm holcombe

 

 




backin' up on peggy

weak as water
drownin' in my bones
keep givin' er up
for good

fleshy distance
set in my ways
keep givin' er up
for good

  backin' up on peggy
  lappin' up the dregs again
  drugs and doctors
  keep givin' er up for good

sweet sunrise
bleedin' in the wind
givin' er up
for good

pure and willin' 
fightin' every word
keep given' er up
for good

chorus

strong silence
wasted innocence
peggy's ruined for good
for good

chorus
First Verse

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keep givin' er up for good
keep givin' er up for good
for good


malcolm holcombe


evelyn

evelyn evelyn
kissin' in the kitchen
in a green eyed hurricane
one man aint thinkin'
bout drivin' a dog to drink

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evelyn food's on the table
one man aint thinkin' 
bout drivin' a dog to drinkin'

knocked down solid
slippin' round the corner
one man aint thinkin'
bout drivin' a dog to drinkin'

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your name's on the street
ninety miles an hour
trippin' on a grin
knocked under my feet

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first verse

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malcolm holcombe