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The Devil lies with a whiskey tongue
He knows what you like
He might try to get you some
But when you take it, the price is way too high
The Devil’s gonna own on the day you die
I was a young man, I knew my way around
Fresh off the broadway
The biggest man in town
The devil came to me and offered me just one sip
It was an eternity of pain running through my virgin lips
He promised me women, good fortune, and fame
He said my young life would never be the same
He said my church days were a thing of the past
He promised a lifetime of good things to last
I never knew I’d pay him, never knew it’s true
Don’t know what I’m gonna do when that bill comes due
The first bottle was lucky, Made me feel twenty feet tall
The second bottle boosted that, It was better than them all
The third through the last were pretty much like the rest
It’s been ten years now, I’d say I passed the test
I’m living on the skid row, What’s good is all behind
The devil promised me the moon
But just gave me moonshine
I know what’s waiting and I know what’s left to come
Pass me that bottle, I’m drunk but I ain’t dumb
When the devil comes to you and offers you a sip
Says I know what you like and let us take a little trip
Tell him to get thee gone, Satan, I’ve heard what he sung
Because the Devil lies with a whiskey tongue
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Tuesday Blues
04:03
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I'm feeling melancholy and a lonely kind of yearning
It's only Tuesday and my obligations are burning
This middle age don't suit me, just ain't my cup of tea
My clothes don't fit me right. Who's in that mirror? She ain't me.
Now here you come
You want loving from me
These arms are cold and the well is dry
I can see on your face
You want something for free
You say, "Babe its ok," but I know it's a lie
Pay day's on the way but the money's already spent
The gas man is calling and I don't have no rent
This rainy day don't hurt me, just another grind
My friends don't try to right me. Why even bother, I don't mind
Now here you come
You want loving from me
These arms are cold and the well is dry
I can see on your face
You want something for free
You say, "Babe its ok," but I know it's a lie
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I met you on a Saturday night
The harvest moon was shining down with a fiery light
I saw in your face the shadow of a place
Where I knew that I’d be all right.
So I followed you into the bar
But I could plainly see from even far away
You were not alone, a man was talking on a phone
With his other arm wrapped around your waist.
You should have been mine
You should have been mine
So I vowed to find
A way to make you mine
I waited for my chance to swoop right in
For I could see down in your heart that you were just not into him
So when he turned his back, I moved before you could react
And asked if you would like to dance with me right then.
You seemed a little scared to take my hand
But I lead you to the dance floor knowing you would understand
That when the band kicked in, and that chorus came around again
We’d be the only people in the land.
You would have been mine
You would have been mine
Until the end of time
You would have been mine
Before too long the moment had to end
The music stopped and I turned around to face your angry boyfriend
In his fist there was a knife, “Get your hands off of my wife,” he cried
And I turned back round and ran into the night.
A while later I looked back through the door
To see you dancing with your man: it made my poor old heart feel sore.
But please forgive me lord, I slashed the tires on his Ford
And I felt a little better than I had before.
Yeah, I felt a whole lot better than I had before.
You should have been mine
You should have been mine
Until the end of time
A way to make you mine
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Lead Lined Box
03:08
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Put my heartache in a lead lined box
Lower it into the cold, cold ground
Say words of comfort as it goes down
And never more think of me
I remember what it felt to be loved by you
I remember what it meant to have something true
I had a love so fine and fair
With emerald eyes and cold black hair
She loved me truly, said she cared
But now she's gone and I'm still here
I remember what it felt to be loved by you
I remember what it meant to have something true
We were young and we were poor
I worked the land till I was sore
I wanted her, she wanted more
Now she's gone, walked out the door
Put my heartache in a lead lined box
Lower it into the cold, cold ground
Say words of comfort as it goes down
And never more think of me
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Mill Town Rounders Boston, Massachusetts
The Mill Town Rounders play acoustic rock, bluegrass, and Americana throughout Massachusetts. Drivin' (2023) is the band's second album of originals and features songs about journeys big and small.
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