1. |
Change Your Mind
03:45
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V1
I did wrong,
And I should have known you were gone.
I picked a pitiful hill to die on,
And I know that.
All that hurt
I couldn't start to reverse.
But I'd've done any thing in this world
Just to go back.
CH 1
But I must have been blind.
You had 'em waiting in a line.
Well take your pick, baby.
I ain't trying to change your mind.
V2
I owned my mistakes
And I respected your space.
But I didn't know in those days
What I know now.
It started dragging me down.
You left me hanging around.
I stood in shit like a rodeo clown
Just to find out
CH2
That I was deaf, dumb, and blind,
And you had 'em waiting in a line.
Well take your pick, baby.
I ain't trying to change your mind.
And, if you like what you find,
And think his love is better than mine,
Then do what you want, baby.
I ain't trying to change your mind.
CH3
I must have been blind.
You had 'em waiting in line.
Well take your pick, baby.
I ain't trying to change your mind.
And if you like what you find,
And think his love is better than mine,
Go on. Do what you want, baby.
I ain't trying to change your mind.
Oh, lord.
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2. |
Chrysler TC
04:23
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V1
She's listening to Vanity Fair; she's hitching a ride.
She's heard songs about Buick Roadmasters and ol' fifty-fives.
But, it was sitting in rural Spring Valley out on the roadside,
And it handled alright.
It cost $599.
V2
Some old wire hangers suspended the muffler in place,
Kludged up with a coffee can and some aluminum tape.
It had rips in the rag top, but the forecast ain't calling for rain.
For some dollars and change,
She's got a new get away.
CH1
When she feels like her luck's running out,
She runs out on the town
In a Chrysler TC with the top down,
Just cruising around.
When she feels like her luck's running out,
She runs out on the town.
She goes cruising around.
V3
Black with the all-tan interior and chrome wheel wells.
A glorified drop-top Lebaron, but she couldn't tell.
'Cause when it hits four-K on the tac' it starts ringing her bell,
Like a bat out of hell,
But with that old leather smell.
CH2
When she feels like her luck's running out,
She runs out on the town
In a Chrysler TC with the top down,
Just cruising around.
When she feels like her luck's running out,
She runs out on the town
In a Chrysler TC with the top down,
Just cruising around.
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3. |
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A1
I'm going to Lobelville.
Yeah, I'm going to Lobelville
'Cause I've got Lobelville on my mind.
So, I'm going to Lobelville.
A2
I don't need a passport
On a highway crash course.
I'm running every single toll
That I don't have cash for.
B
Take 39/90 off of 18/12.
Sometimes the song sort of writes itself.
Oh well!
East to 57, south to 24, turn,
Purchase Parkway, 641 Spur,
Well, sure!
It's up the road a piece!
You can't miss it.
A3
Take highway 40.
Then it's highway 13.
Drive down that Buffalo River row.
Yeah, I'm going to Lobelville.
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4. |
Time Kept Rolling On
03:54
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V1
I used to waste time, too stubborn to wave white flags.
If ever faced with facing it down, I would pack my bags,
As if a new setting could change my luck,
And the loss would be less of a drag,
While time kept rolling on.
V2
And I used to waste time just trying to call my own bluff.
I'd count every last cent I spent on dead-end love.
But no matter how many receipts I saved,
My hindsight was never enough,
And meanwhile, time kept rolling on.
CH
And in spite of sad songs,
The sun was still rising
While I was playing dumb,
Insisting on trying
To keep on running
When I really couldn't run anymore.
If I'd've had some foresight,
I'd've planned for something
Besides to die young,
Live hard and leave nothing
But an eighty-nine Camry
sitting on the side of the road
'Cause time kept rolling on,
'Cause time kept rolling on.
V3
And I used to waste time with my foot hovered over the brake
Like a broke-down pickup doing fifty in the passing lane.
But no matter how much I slowed things down,
I could not get it through my brain
That time kept rolling on.
CH
And in spite of sad songs,
The sun was still rising
While I was playing dumb,
Insisting on trying
To keep on running
When I really couldn't run anymore.
If I'd've had some foresight,
I'd've planned for something
Besides to die young,
Live hard and leave nothing
But an eighty-nine Camry
sitting on the side of the road
'Cause time kept rolling on,
'Cause time kept rolling on.
'Cause time kept rolling on.
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5. |
Aperol Spritz
04:17
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A1
She had an aperol spritz,
And I don't know just what beverage I picked.
But with no tolerance,
I went and blacked out just after we kissed.
B1
So, I don't know what happened
Outright by the night's end.
The drinks were to blame,
'Cause I don't know her name.
And between language barriers
And no cellphone carriers
Serving the states,
Well, it sets the whole stage
For a fool.
Lord, what do I do?
A2
I asked for aperol spritz,
But this beverage cart doesn't have shit
But a nineties playlist
And a stereo playing the hits.
B2
So I checked Christiania
With "Santa Monica"
Stuck in my head,
Next to existential dread.
I did a new sleepwalk dance
To pursue old romances
Forgotten and dead.
Will I see her again?
I'm a fool.
Lord, what did I do?
A3
Hey Aperol Spritz.
I was thinking 'bout jumping that bridge,
Throwing tantrums and fits
Over chances I had that I missed.
B3
Well my flight leaves at eleven,
Followed up by the seven hour
Layover blues.
I'll be coming unglued.
And I'll cross the Atlantic
In a fear-of-heights panic
Just knowing we're through.
But really, what's new?
Pretzeled up with no space between
The seat right in front of me
And both of my knees.
I'm too tall for these things.
When the flight attendant passes
And asks what I'll be having
I'll be cordial, I think.
I won't order a drink,
But I'll wish
They had aperol spritz.
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6. |
Drinkin' And Truckin'
03:32
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V1
My Daddy drove a big rig.
He loved the open road.
He loved women and highways.
He taught me everything I know.
And he could read a map,
And plan a route,
And he never had to speed.
But, when he passed away at fifty-five,
He passed them eighteen wheels to me.
V2
So, I hit the open highway
To see where it would lead,
Driving fourteen hours a day
And never getting no sleep.
Well, they can take away
My bed at home,
Take my showers and all my dreams.
But they can't take away my tall boy,
And they can't take away my keys.
CH
'Cause I'm a-drinkin' and truckin'
Across the promise land,
From Louisville to Ft. Lauderdale
With a Keystone in my hand.
Some folks get their kicks
On Route 66,
Well I get mine from a can.
So all I ask of you
Is an ice cold brew
For an American highway man.
V3
Hank Williams had him a six string.
John Wayne had him a horse.
I got me an old T-800,
And a wife who wants a divorce.
Well, she can put all her things in a suitcase.
If she wants to, she can up and leave.
She can take me to court and ask for child support,
But she can't take away my keys,
CH
'Cause I'm a-drinkin' and truckin'
Across the promise land,
From Louisville to Ft. Lauderdale
With a Keystone in my hand.
Some folks get their kicks
On Route 66,
Well I get mine from a can.
So all I ask of you
Is an ice cold brew
For an American highway man.
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7. |
Cold Blooded (Yeah)
04:52
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V1
I keep her in mind.
She's keeping me guessing,
Down a road with no map
Or cardinal directions.
I spent all of my cash
On cold misconceptions,
And thirty-two years
Just learning my lesson.
Good lord.
V2
If it starts with her heart,
It ends in disaster.
That was something I'd learned,
But nothing I'd mastered.
It was foolish to think
That I could outlast her.
'Cause she's fading real quick,
But I'm burning up faster.
CH1
I don't know just where to start,
But I promise
She's cold blooded, yeah.
I think she's trying to break my heart,
Just being honest.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
V3
I'm seldom on time.
She's seldom in season,
But she's hanging on Main
Across from the Legion.
And I listen real close,
But never to reason.
I want to believe,
But soon she'll be leaving.
CH2
And she loves to play that part,
Oh, I promise
She's cold blooded, yeah.
And she's bound to break my heart,
I'm being honest.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
She's cold blooded, yeah.
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8. |
Last Twelve Months
03:34
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V1
There was always a movie,
A TV show, or a book to read.
My head was always turned the wrong way.
You'd sit and see through me,
And all the pretended improving.
There were endless, dragging, long days,
And still I never found the words to say
CH1
That I'm sorry for the last twelve months and two summers.
Your time that piled up, you know, I crumbled under its weight.
My head said I had just one heart to hold onto.
My heart said it was yours, that I love you, and I want you to stay.
But I only pushed you away.
V2
When my world was folding,
You'd smile and you'd console me,
And I'd just look at the floor and sigh.
And my best intentions only
Brought you tears and left you lonely.
You know, it made me want to die.
I wish I'd've looked you in the eye
CH2
And said I'm sorry for the last twelve months and two summers.
Your time that piled up, you know, I crumbled under its weight,
And I meant to do you better, but never got a chance,
'Cause I fell apart and wrecked the best thing I ever had.
I went and fucked this up so bad.
I'm sorry for the last twelve months and two summers.
Your time that piled up, you know, I crumbled under its weight.
My head said I had just one heart to hold onto.
My heart said it was yours, that I love you, and I want you to stay,
That I love you and I want you to stay,
But I only pushed you away.
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9. |
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V1
I ain't gonna cause a scene or try and plead my case.
Too much has been said and done for me to really change,
'Cause ten years have passed and the gesture's a decade late.
So I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway.
V2
And I ain't gonna talk the blues, or blue SUVs
That I ran into the ground hoping you'd run away with me.
I won't reminisce, romanticize, or speculate,
And I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway.
V3
And I ain't gonna call you up and try to make amends
'Cause it'd only make you think that you're just a means to my ends.
But I loved you back then, and I love you to this day
And I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway.
No, I ain't gonna tell you, but you probably know anyway.
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10. |
Rain On Me
06:27
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V1
Rain on me.
I'm dying of thirst.
Call my name.
Put me to work.
Just keep it same as the last on the first.
V2
Rain on me.
I'll weather the storm.
That sky's been grey
Since the day we were born.
Pull your boats from the lake to the shore.
V3
Shame on you.
I'm calling your bluff.
You can't force my hand.
No, baby, I'm giving up.
It's a wash, and enough is enough.
Yeah.
V4
Rain on me.
Flood out my street.
Let the cold winds roar,
And knock me off of my feet.
Spare me peace of mind that I don't need.
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David W. Robinson Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Running circles in the endless time loop since 1988.
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