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Time
02:14
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I got Time on my mind, these days
I got time on my mind, these days
hard to keep track of all the time I waste
and I got my daddy's watch nailed above my door
and I cry when you don't stay til morning
Give all my time to you if I knew what for
I got time on my mind, these days
I got time on my mind, these days
hard to keep track of all the time I waste
and I can't sleep with the light in my eyes
I'm growing old, and I can't heed your advice
oh but baby just cut the lights,
and crawl into bed with me for one more night
I got time on my mind, these days
I got time on my mind, these days
hard to keep track of all the time I waste
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2. |
With Every Drink
03:16
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I can't believe you had to go
what'll come of me, I don't know
Well I'll try to make it through
with every drink I'll forget another little bit of you
In September it was gin
thought that'd clear my mind
so I tried and tried and tried again
you just won't leave my waking eyes
I can't believe you had to go
what'll come of me, I don't know
Well I'll try to make it through
With every drink I'll forget another little bit of you
There are other girls reaching for my hand
what they want I can't understand
can't they see I'm such a wreck
and can't they smell that liquor on my breath
I can't believe you had to go
what'll come of me, I don't know
Well I'll try to make it through
With every drink I'll forget another little bit of you
First'll go the eyes, and their colour
then your hair, then your mother's name
at the bottom of this bottle maybe I'll see
That I can't recall you ever loving me
I can't believe you had to go
what'll come of me, I don't know
Well I'll try to make it through
With every drink I'll forget another little bit of you
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3. |
Daddy Was a Bunter
02:44
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Daddy was a bunter, he'd swing soft and low
took me out to the dusty diamond, taught me everything I know
Every sunset spent on the bench, called up when we had the lead
took a couple games to get it, but soon the league leading hitter was me
doesn't matter how often they saw it, the ol' two hands wide-along
I was crouching down like a jungle vet, and the infield'd be too far gone
I was a tiger, I was a pirate, stealing hearts and bases at bat
just wish out on the dusty diamond, daddy had taught me to catch
turn your back foot toward the pitcher, as you square up to bunt
don't let em on too soon bud, gotta give yourself time to run
no use in doing half a job on a hundred things or more
do one thing like its the only thing keeping you from heaven's door
i remember it like a dream, out past second base
shoulda seen it coming, shoulda had my hands in place
it rolled right through my legs, i kicked it when i turned around
by the time i had the ball in glove ol' buddy was homeward bound
oh daddy, how could you leave me out to sea
with only one strong bunt and two shit hands whole team laughed at me
oh buddy he'd laugh you're getting there son, you ain't inventing no wheel
and don't forget if you want a big turnip don't mean you need a big field
turn your back foot toward the pitcher, as you square up to bunt
don't let em on too soon bud, gotta give yourself time to run
no use in doing half a job on a hundred things or more
do one thing like its the only thing keeping you from heaven's door
yeah do one thing like its the only thing, keeping you from heaven's door
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4. |
Rusty Red Racer
03:00
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5. |
Writer's Retreat
03:52
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The pool's pretty gross, the door lets in wind
there's fourteen thousand junebugs crowding the windowsill
it ain't a nice place, but it's some place
eighteen ninety nine a night, for a little bit of space
and this old tv set, they haven't upgraded yet
don't think there's a lot of room this year in the budget
I turn that tv on, turn the volume off
let the one channel they got flicker til dawn
And if you ask me, what's it for
Can't do no good, hiding away from it all
it's just one of those things, one of those feelings
I'm just writing jingles to the silent commercials on the old motel tv again
just wanna get out of my head, get out of the hurt
find something that ain't lying to me in this world
well there's always vacancy, and the burger place up the road
costs about as much as you'd expect, comes with fries and coke
And if you ask me, what's it for
Can't do no good, hiding away from it all
It's just one of those things, one of those feelings
I'm just writing jingles to the silent commercials on the old motel tv again
Well somebody's fucking in the room next door
I think good for them, and pick a little more
But I get a bang on the wall, she says "play that one again!"
Well I knew I'd write a hit if I kept coming here
And you ask me, what's it for
Can't do no good, hiding away from it all
It's just one of those things, one of those feelings
I'm just writing jingles to the silent commercials on the old motel tv again
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6. |
Think my Radio's Broke
04:02
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I think my radio's broke
I think it's all outta wack
well it had a good sound, the other day, but now I can't get it back
I think my radio's broke
at whatever number I turn it to
cuz no matter the song, no matter the station, it all reminds me of you
It's an RCA brand, I really respect their craftsmanship
Oh it's a good solid state receiver but now it's all gone to shit
I think my radio's broke
though the sound's still coming through
cuz no matter the song, no matter the station, it all reminds me of you
Is there a licensed technician in the 02130 zip code
that won't laugh me when I tell 'em 'bout my radio
I think my radio's broke
I think it's all outta wack
well it had a good sound, the other day, but now I can't get it back
I think my radio's broke
at whatever number I turn it to
cuz no matter the song, no matter the station, it all reminds me of you
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7. |
Working On It
04:30
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Two kids on the porch an old bike in the back
Never did fix that fuel cap
The old indian runs just won’t shift down
The girls out front chase each other round
The house has a few leaks a stack of amps in the garage
Hes got the parts just waiting on the tools and the grill cloth to match
Missed their bus again today up all night trying to get a reverb spring to fit
Yeah he’s still working on it
Not much of a drinker til he got married
Two babies later and the drinks got heavy
He’d pace in the garage til his shoes wore out
Now he’s got a hammer and leather and a few good hours
Just hoping she don’t come looking for him
Doesn’t wanna face her with the work he ain’t done
She swears they ain’t spoke in 4 and a half years
She can see him sleeping next to her but he ain’t there
It’ll be her birthday soon
Wonder if he’s got a gift
Yeah he’s still working on it
The door to the garage was jammed shut
But little Avery could fit right under
There in front of his youngest girl he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger
Avery wept as his mama read the note that was pinned to the front of the chevy
First anybody’d sat in that front seat since about 1983 and the note said
Take the 34 indian, throw it in the river, but don’t sell that gutted corvette
I’m still working on it
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8. |
the Letter You Wrote
03:53
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Theres a hole in my head
Where are all the words you said
Fly out of like southbound butterflies
And a scar that screams
When it gets caught in the breeze
Right up rightteous between my eyes
And the bandages are wet
They won’t hold like they should
And i pick em up off the floor
Stumbling over myself
I put it back up on the shelf
The heart protected behind its sealed door
Goodnight that’s it
I’ll go ahead and quit
My head can’t take another note
Tip your bartender well
They can always tell
And I won’t read the letter you wrote
On a cold Toronto night
Two quarts of coffee feels right
And a handful of nicorette
You cant plan for this
The overwhelming unrest
And i just hope it dont swallow me yet
Goodnight that’s it
I’ll go ahead and quit
My head can’t take another note
Tip your bartender well
They can always tell
And I won’t read the letter you wrote
Well two nights alone
And not much to show
The bands playing on the west end tonight
Maybe ill see you there
Maybe you don’t care
Maybe one of these days ill get it right
Goodnight that’s it
I’ll go ahead and quit
My head can’t take another note
Tip your bartender well
They can always tell
And I won’t read the letter you wrote
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9. |
Puffie's Lament
03:40
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10. |
Time to Share
03:56
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there'll be a desk, with a worn chair at its head
an old end table, with some sci fi by the bed
two dogs looking for dinner, as I get home from work
I'll feel tired and put off feeding them til I've eaten first
ill be kicking round the kitchen, til your lights hit the curtains
and then all the day's low down feelings built up in my chest will burst
it'll be us, as we leave it
it'll be you, new to me every evening
this'll be it, for as long we care
I'll take off my watch, I've got time to share
There's an old barn out back, I keep my worries hid
they start to blend together, I lose track of where it all is
I got projects on the go, I never end up finishing
You say its ok, I don't mind, just don't leave me hanging
it'll be us, as we leave it
it'll be you, new to me every evening
this'll be it, for as long we care
I'll take off my watch, I've got time to share
i didn't know how to make sense
but i saw two sides of the same fence
one in the yard, playing in the sunshine
the other, without you, no clothes on the line
I'll be sitting at the desk, a guitar on my knee
thumbing through some tune, or trying to pick a movie
then you'll step through the doorway, against the desk lamp light
holding a nintendo controller and a bottle of wine
it'll be us, as we leave it
it'll be you, new to me every evening
this'll be it, for as long we care
I'll take off my watch, I've got time to share
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Mike T. Kerr Toronto, Ontario
Mike T. Kerr is a lifelong student of the guitar. His first album features 7 original Country songs and 3 instrumentals. His brand new album Spring Garden Bandstand is fully instrumental. Always curious to dig up not only a song's history, but the shape of the world at the time, Mike plays passionately and openly while interpreting the great guitar players of the past. ... more
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