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Ain't My Home

I been to Paris, I been to Rome Seen a little bit of the world that's known But it seems no matter where I go I know this world, it ain't my home I got keys to a house that's on loan I got keys to a car with rust and chrome I got keys to things I'll nev...

How Bad We Need Each Other

Life is too far to walk alone You can't do it on your own It's like bare hands digging through stone And if things go down much steeper hills Even money won't pay these bills And time will show That people gonna be ok Storms never come to stay They ju...

New Years, Old Years

new years and old years, new dreams and old fears try to make it better, try to make it pass hope that the new years don't look like last new love and old love, new hands fit like gloves gonna watch the ball drop, on the big screen new loves and old love...

Something Good In This World

It takes a lot of time There’s so much you’ve got to leave behind And hold it like a treasure if you can’t find Something good in this world Something good in this world There’s so much hard earth to dig In these days of curse that we live I’m ab...

Summer Clothes

I found your summer clothes In a closet yesterday I can give 'em all away Unless you'll wear them My memory ain't the best One more time, what's your adress? They should get there by the end of this week Or the next I've been thinking 'bout you Funn...

This Land Is Your Land

This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. As I was walking that ribbon of highway, I saw above me that endless skyway: I saw...

Untamed

Everywhere I’ve been Everywhere I’m going Everyone I’ve met Every love worth knowing Every dream I’ve had Asleep or awake It is wild, it is free and untamed Every song I’ve sung that’s never been heard From coast to coast, I sing every word And all...

What If I Can

staring outside my kitchen door the smell of coffee, that feeling of morning the sound of your voice, soft in my ear I've done nothing that deserves being here I try not to imagine I try not to regret I've been thinking of you near enough to forget but...