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I get lost in the music, I get lost in my mind
I get turned around on backroads
I get turned around sometimes
And every road is a backroad
I got lost when you left me, I’m still lost tonight
All we have are memories to keep us in line
I remember how you loved me with no sense of time
These old songs tell a story no one should know
The songs they keep coming from my old radio
And I get lost in the music, I get lost in my mind
I get turned around on backroads
I get turned around sometimes
And every road is a backroad
I got lost when you left me, I’m still lost tonight
I got lost when you left me, I’m still lost tonight
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Dirty Ol' River (Byrd)
03:22
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Dirty ol’ river runnin’ through my town
Used to take you somewhere, used to get you around
Used to be a highway, then a byway
Now it’s just my way of goin’ down
Dirty ol’ river never makes a sound
It just wears a mist like a wedding gown
Of a stood up bride ’bout to come unwound
Dirty ol’ river goin’ down
Dirty ol’ river won’t let me go
Won’t say nothin’ ‘bout what it knows
Dirty ol’ river haunts by dreams
Dirty ol’ river ain’t what it seems
Dirty ol’ river take me away
If you do I promise never to say
Just how it came to be, how you set me free
Dirty ol’ river, the river and me
Dirty ol’ river, the river and me
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I Can Dream (Byrd)
03:39
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Sleeping in a cardboard box waiting for the rain to stop
My heroes hanging in a room, I hope I get to see them soon
So I can dream, I can dream
I just bounce from place to place looking for a friendly face
All the beauty in my mind falling onto what I find
‘Cause I dream, I can dream, I can dream
They pretend to see through me, I don’t exist I cannot be
But they can’t see the crown I wear, it’s in my mind, I know it’s there
Still they find that they’re afraid of all the sorry they have made
Thinking I can’t pick their locks sleeping in a cardboard box
But I can dream, I can dream, I can dream
They pretend to see through me, I don’t exist I cannot be
But they can’t see the crown I wear, it’s in my mind, I know it’s there
No one understands me now and I don’t want to show them how
I can dream, I can dream
My heroes hanging in a room, I hope I get to see them soon
So I can dream, I can dream, I can dream
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IN A PALACE MADE OF MALACE IN A NEIGHBORHOOD SERENE
LIES A FAMOUS PROFITEER
FAST ASLEEP IN SATIN SHEETS ON A CALIFONIA KING
UNDER A CHANDELEER
PULLING STRINGS FOR HIS HOME TEAM
IS HOW HE USED TO PLAY
BEFORE THE PUPPETTEER
TOOK PLEASURE FROM THEIR LEASURE
AND MADE HIS GETAWAY
EVERYDAY FOR YEARS, EVERYDAY FOR YEARS,
YEARS AND YEARS
IN A MOTEL OFF ROUTE 212 BEHIND THE DAIRY QUEEN
LIES A FAMOUS BALLADEER
IN BED WHERE SLEEPYHEADS ONLY GET TO DREAM
OF ANY PLACE BUT HERE
THINKING OF THE FRIENDS HE LOVED
A TEAR ROLLS DOWN HIS FACE
ONTO A SILVER BEARD
THAT CANNOT HIDE ALL THE PRIDE
HE HAS HAD TO TASTE
EVERYDAY FOR YEARS, EVERYDAY FOR YEARS,
YEARS AND YEARS
EVERY MAN IN THE BAND
DESERVED A STARRING ROLE
NOT JUST THE MUTINEER
WHO STOLE THE SHOW FOR HIS EGO
AND LEFT THEM IN THE COLD
EVERYDAY FOR YEARS, EVERYDAY FOR YEARS,
YEARS AND YEARS
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YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
TO KNOW MY PLACE WHEN OTHERS ARE AROUND
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY WHEN SOMEONE SMILES
I KNOW BY NOW
THE MANY WAYS TO BRING A PERSON DOWN
I'D LIKE TO TAKE THE CREDIT BUT YOU KNOW
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
ONE DAY SOON I MAY FORGET THE LESSONS THAT I'VE LEARNED
AND LIVE TO TELL A TALE OF BEING BURNED
ONE DAY SOON ALL THESE REGRETS WILL SURELY FADE AWAY
AND I'LL LOOK FORWARD TO A BRAND NEW DAY
BUT YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
TO WANT THE THINGS THAT HURT ME FOR AWHILE
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
TO COVER UP MY PAIN WITHOUT A SOUND
I KNOW BY NOW
THAT ONLY TIME CAN BRING ME BACK AROUND
I'D LIKE TO TAKE THE CREDIT BUT YOU KNOW
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
ONE DAY SOON I MAY FORGET THE LESSONS THAT I'VE LEARNED
AND LIVE TO TELL A TALE OF BEING BURNED
ONE DAY SOON ALL THESE REGRETS WILL SURELY FADE AWAY
AND I'LL LOOK FORWARD TO A BRAND NEW DAY
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
TO WANT THE THINGS THAT HURT ME FOR AWHILE
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
TO COVER UP MY PAIN WITHOUT A SOUND
I KNOW BY NOW
THE MANY WAYS TO BRING A PERSON DOWN
I'D LIKE TO TAKE THE CREDIT BUT YOU KNOW
YOU TAUGHT ME HOW
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If Texas is so great then what are you doing here?
You wanna talk about TX, I wanna drink my beer
Port A girls are pretty, but I like Panama City
And if Texas is so great what are you doing here?
You’re sitting in my favorite Nashville bar
Mad at the waitress ‘cause there’s no Lone Star
Talking bout your Texas music, too
I’m trying to listen to Emmylou
If Texas is so great then what are you doing here?
You wanna talk about TX, I wanna drink my beer
Port A girls are pretty, but I like Panama City
And if Texas is so great what are you doing here?
I like a Shiner every now and then
Much rather have a whiskey blend
Say Guy Clark is your favorite son
He moved to Nashville in 1971
If Texas is so great then what are you doing here?
You wanna talk about TX, I wanna drink my beer
Port A girls are pretty, but I like Panama City
And if Texas is so great what are you doing here?
Horn-hookin' is a thing to do
I wouldn’t do it if I were you
You’re going on about the Alamo
I was rooting for Mexico
If Texas is so great then what are you doing here?
You wanna talk about TX, I wanna drink my beer
Port A girls are pretty, but I like Panama City
And if Texas is so great what are you doing here?
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Well it’s Jack Black, water back
Let’s see how high the deck is stacked
For a ramblin’ gamblin’ poor boy with the blues
And it’s fast women, all the trimmings
Man like me ain’t got no limits
When he’s givin’ the Devil his due
I’m givin’ the Devil these wasted days he’s due
And I’m sinkin’ to new levels so I don’t think of you
Yeah I’m stayin’ up, laying up, that’s the way I’m paying up
I’m givin’ the Devil his due
Now it’s high style, profile, all night goin’ buck wild
And moving like there’s nothing left to lose
But it’s quicker I figure to go ahead and pay the fiddler
And I’m givin’ the Devil his due
I’m givin’ the Devil these wasted days he’s due
And I’m sinkin’ to new levels so I don’t think of you
Yeah I’m stayin’ up, laying up, that’s the way I’m paying up
I’m givin’ the Devil his due
Yes I’m givin’ the Devil his due
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Silent Night (Byrd)
03:28
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After all the nights of noise from the boys in the band
After all the loneliness from a month of one night stands
It’s good to settle down in a place where I don’t have to fuss or fight
It’s good to find myself at home with only a silent night
Silent night sets my mind at ease,
Relieves me of the squeeze of doin’ what I do
Silent night, no voices in my head, just peace on earth in stead
And a silent night
This time of year takes me back to when I was a child
Singing carols with little brother just to make our mama smile
Standin’ on the front seat holdin’ on with all out might
She drove us home for Christmas and we sang Silent Night
Silent Night sets my mind at ease,
Relieves me of the squeeze of doin’ what I do
Silent Night, no voices in my head, just peace on earth in stead
And a silent night
That time and place are gone now, never to return
But the memory can find me, and the memory still burns
I may be glidin’ down the road on a hot summer day so bright
Headin’ for the next show and hummin’ Silent Night
Silent Night sets my mind at ease,
Relieves me of the squeeze of doin’ what I do
Silent Night, no voices in my head, just peace on earth in stead
And a silent night
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I’ll need time to get you off my mind
And I may sometimes bother you, try to be in touch with you
Even ask too much of you from time to time
Now and then lord you know I gonna need a friend
’Til I get used to losing you let me keep on using you
’Til I can make it on my own
I'll get by but no matter how I try
There'll be times you know I'll call
Chances are my tears will fall
And I'll have no pride at all, from time to time
But they say oh, there'll be a brighter day
Until then, I'll lean on you that's all I mean to do
’Til I can make it on my own
Surely someday, I'll look up and see the morning sun
Without another lonely night behind me
Then I'll know I'm over you and all my crying's done
No more hurting memories can find me
But 'til then lord, you know I'm gonna need a friend
'Til I get used to losing you let me keep on using you
’Til I can make it on my own
Surely someday, I'll look up and see the morning sun
Without another lonely night behind me
Then I'll know I'm over you and all my crying's done
No more hurting memories can find me
But 'til then lord, you know I'm gonna need a friend
'Til I get used to losing you let me keep on using you
’Til I can make it on my own
’Til I can make it on my own
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Many Rivers (Young)
03:20
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If the Lord ever looks down from heaven
If I ever see Him peeking from his stars
I'll say "Father take me home I'm together here alone
And I've thrown away the keys to these bars”
Oh, Father you’ve made many rivers
And I've followed them from the mountains to the sea
Now would you make me one that flows beyond the sun
Would you make a ship and sail it there for me
Once I dreamed I saw the Lord in a vision
And he spoke from His flowing beard of silver gray
He said, "My son we’ve played the game
And you've used a rambler's name
But you never were a true hard-roller anyway."
He said, "My son, I have made you many rivers.
And you’ve followed them from the mountains to the sea
And now I'll make you one that flows beyond the sun
Oh I'll make a ship of grace and set you free
Oh I'll make a ship of grace and set you free
Yeah I'll make a ship of grace and set you free
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Jon Byrd Nashville, Tennessee
MOJO proclaimed BYRD'S AUTO PARTS “Americana the way it was and the way it should be.” MAVERICK said Byrd’s DOWN AT THE WELL OF WISHES “spellbinding, showcasing a true genius at work.” R2 described ROUTE 41 as “underpinned by sublime Country picking” Byrd's latest DIRTY OL' RIVER? NPR says: “Jon Byrd is subtly refining the folk-country singer-songwriter template.” — Jewly Hight, BEST OF 2017 ... more
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