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Great Beyond
02:41
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don't want to hear your declaration
Your life is your own
Live it without hesitation
Our time is short
Our future unknown
No detailed report
From the great beyond
I muddle through I know i do
I'm not saying that it's right
We kneel down at the alter
Beg Jesus to have mercy for our plight
It falls On deaf ears
Maybe the pigeons in the rafters hear you
They're the closest thing to angels in this place
I'll close down this tavern
If you'll be my bride
You don't know when I'll come home but at least I'll come home every night
Fry you some eggs
before I head to bed
Nobody said this arrangement was perfect
I'll watch the specs of dust travel through the sunlight
I think of your beauty and I think that I might
Hold on to you
Forget this place
Dream away an hour or maybe two
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You can burn your bridges
You can make your peace
You can wait out the storm
You can void your lease
Be there for me
I'll be here for you
But don't create damage
That you can't undo
I'm a human being
Behind this stone
I can't afford
for solitude
I wasn't meant
to be alone
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I wake up in the morning
Once or twice a day
The night before lingers
And gets in the way
I should've been a banker
Maybe a priest
Instead I became a glutton
Sitting down to the feast
Now I'm on this lonely road
Looking for a home
Wasn't cut out for this
I wasn't meant to be alone
The night whispers in my ear
Tells me of my doom
Swept under infinty's rug
by the masters cosmic broom
A particle of dust
a single grain of sand
how very small it is
this thing they called a man
i woke up by the window
with the wind howling my name
my dream had my trippin
on down memory lane
you in your white dress
me in my top hat
you were looking at me like I was the mouse
and you were the hungry cat
the wind told it me it doesn't matter
i picked up the telephone
operator tell me you love me
i was meant to be alone
somewhere in this closet
is an old skeleton
who got put away years ago
when i was on the run
from my past indiscretions, and my future somehow
if I could get out of my head i could live in the here and now
If the man I used to be could only have known
He would've got wise, I wasn't meant to be alone
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Someone Knows Where I Am
05:05
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I'm just writing this
so someone knows where I am
Thinking bout our goodbye kiss
I knew you'd understand
This guitar it takes me near and far
Broke down highways in foreign lands
I'm just writing this
so someone knows where I am
Pulled in north of Asheville
Up along the blue ridge way
I don't know from perfection
But seemed like a close to perfect day
Some guy with Georgia plates gave me the stink eye
He looked like a criminal on the lam
I'm just writing this
So someone knows where I am
Moved up to Johnson City
That's a true blue collar scene
Folks here like to holler
But they ain't got a stitch of mean
Tried sleeping in my truck
Trains passing through the night didn't give a good god damn
I'm just writing this
So someone knows where I am
Boston on a Sunday
Charlottesville around the bend
The troubadour has a restless soul
A broken heart that will never mend
Seeing the bottom of that tip jar
Feel like I'm on the wrong end of a scam
I'm just writing this
so someone knows where I am
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Too much time wasting my time with you x2
I was a country boy, never sure quite what to do
Too much time wasting my time with you
Got a jealous mind and a broken heart to match x2
You always said that I was too detached
Got a jealous mind and a broken heart to match x2
I got a bottle of pills and some bourbon to wash them back with x2
Turn the tv on catch the end of revenge of the sith
I got a bottle of pills and some bourbon to wash them back with
Ain't gonna leave this room for another week or two x 2
Gonna lay on this bed and think things clearly through
Ain't gonna leave this room for another week or two
Sun shining through the window
Think I might take a bath x2
Wash the dust off, face the aftermath
Sun shining through the window
Think I might take a bath
The city is a quiverin, and a shakin in a heavy buzz X2
Nervous pimp in the parking lot rappin with the fuzz
The city is a quiverin, and a shakin in a heavy buzz
Burger joint, a dollarama, and a money mart x2
I sure as hell hope my car will start
Burger joint, a dollarama, and a money mart
I'm gonna drive that beast as far she will get X2
Looking for the reason I haven't found yet
I'm gonna drive that beast as far she will get
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Slow Learner
03:52
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'm a slow learner baby
But my eyes are open wide
I do my best to love you
By not keeping things bottled up inside
If the world ended tomorrow
I hope you'd know that I had tried
I'm a slow learner baby
But my eyes are open wide
I'm a slow learner
But what else is new
One day at a time
And that is just the way I do
Somedays I wake up
Look in the mirror and say the who the hell are you
I'm a slow learner baby
But hey what else is new
i'm a slow learner baby
but this train is pickin up steam
I've been doing lots of reading
I'm beginning to understand what you mean
you've got one helluva vocabulary
and i'm just tryin to make the scene
i'm a slow learner baby
but this train is pickin up steam
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Lunatic Baby
03:52
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Keep Movin' On
02:37
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Dirty Mind
04:25
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walmarts litter the countryside
no choice but for us to run and hide
downtown ain't half what it used to be
your dirty mind
your dirty mind
is gonna make a mess out of me
wore out left for dead on the wrong side of town
the crack of the whip such a far away sound
no mainstream living for this hobo's son
your dirty mind
your dirty mind
is gonna make me want to run
i'll dream with the fishes, i'll have no complaints
they'll say nice things about me , claim that i was a saint
when we do meet again, then you'll finally see
your dirty mind
your dirty mind
was all i did need
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I ain't gonna be your fool no more
No more x2
You know Ive had enough and I'm walking right out that door
turned me inside out
When you knocked me off my feet x2
I'm a slave to your love baby
But I ain't gonna take no back seat
You think that you got me
Right where you know you should x2
But It's a rare type of man
That can make a woman feel so good
I'll give you one more chance
For you to treat me the way I know you can x2
I wanna give you my love
But I ain't gonna be no back door man
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Carry You Home
04:19
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If you're worried Baby
Honey I won't let you out of my sight
There's a mask you've been wearing
Well you know it's a fitting tight
This world is gonna shake
It's gonna shake and rattle your bones
I'll be here for you darling
I'm a here for to carry you home
I was a lonesome rambler
Looking for a place to land
You were a messed up marvel
With the kindness to take my hand
You watched me toss and watched me turn
When those demons wouldn't leave me alone
I'm here for you now like you were for me then
I'm a here to carry you home
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Tom Savage Kingston, Ontario
Tom Savage is what one might refer to as a triple-threat. One part truth-telling troubadour, one part death-defying guitar slinger, and one part Country Blues howler. Each facet of his formidable on-stage persona carefully crafted over a 20+ year devotion to the composition and performance of song. Tom is a true believer. A disciple of melody and harmony and tempo and timbre. ... more
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