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Cinnamon Girl (live)
03:38
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Strawberry Road (live)
03:55
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Strawberry Road gonna give you a thrill
As it turns and winds through fields and hills
A pock-marked sign warns of dangerous curves
Right by the house of this raven-haired girl
She used to lay outside out on her lawn
In a string bikini just soaking up sun
Her summer skin it shone like gold
She was the queen of Strawberry Road
Yeah it shone like gold
On Strawberry Road
I was sixteen and itching to drive
Take that car and go for a ride
Mama said Son you'd better go slow
If you're gonna go down that Strawberry Road
Yeah you'd better go slow
Down Strawberry Road
I turned my music up good and loud
And drove that car straight to her house
When I hit those curves I lost control
Then I lost it all on Strawberry Road
Yeah I lost control
On Strawberry Road
They put up flowers and a wooden cross
By a big oak tree covered with moss
And that black-haired girl, she'd never know
Why it all went down on Strawberry Road
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Without the Roses (live)
05:09
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I have been drinking
A fine cabernet
From the trip to Sedona
We went on last May
We brought home two cases
There's still one case left
That, now that you've left me,
I'll drink by myself
Each bottle and glass
Carries notes of the past
Echoes of all that helped form it
So too my heart
Has been fashioned and marked
By every love that's warmed it
So I drink to good-byes
And to ships that sailed by
I drink to each chapter that closes
And I drink one more time
To days of wine
Without the roses
Wine's good for the heart
Guess that's what they say
Mine's already broken
But I drink anyway
What leaves me so bitter
Goes down so sweet
I guess that's the reason
I'm doomed to repeat
'Cause each bottle and glass
Carries notes of the past
Echoes of all that helped form it
So too my heart
Has been fashioned and marked
By every love that's warmed it
So I drink to good-byes
And to ships that sailed by
I drink to each chapter that closes
And I drink one more time
To days of wine
Without the roses
One more empty bottle
I should be asleep
But my head keeps swimming
In old memories
'Cause it's wine that I'm drinking
But it's you that I taste
So I'm not letting
One drop go to waste
And each bottle and glass
Carries notes of the past
Echoes of all that helped form it
So too my heart
Has been fashioned and marked
By every love that's warmed it
So I drink to good-byes
And to ships that sailed by
I drink to each chapter that closes
And I drink one more time
To days of wine
Without the roses
Yes I drink one more time
To days of wine
Without the roses
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She's in a motel several hours from town
Standing at the mirror staring herself down
But she ain't going back
She's never going back now
The bathroom light does nothing to flatter her
But she don't care, it don't matter
She ain't going back
She's never going back now
She's thinking 'bout the thinks she wishes she had
Remembered to throw into her bag
But she ain't going back
She's never going back now
She's burning bridges, she's crossing lines
Driving far enough away that he can't find her
She ain't going back
She's never going back now
No she ain't going back
She's never going back now
As many times as she said she'd do it
She still wasn't sure that she'd go through with it
How many broken dreams had she'd allowed?
How many times had he said he'd change
That he'd pull himself together and turn the page
Then she'd fly right back into that cage
But she's never going back now
It's still several hours 'til he wakes up
He'll probably think she's just gone out
But she ain't going back
She's never going back now
Maybe one day longer 'til he figures out
She's emptied out their bank account
And she ain't going back
She's never going back now
No she ain't going back
She's never going back now
As many times as she said she'd do it
She still wasn't sure that she'd go through with it
How many broken dreams had she'd allowed?
How many times had he said he'd change
That he'd pull himself together and turn the page
Then she'd fly right back into that cage
But she's never going back now
She's in a motel several hours away
Still not sure if she's okay
But she ain't going back
She's never going back now
But staring at herself in the bathroom mirror
Her body's strong and her eyes are clear
And she ain't going back
She's never going back now
No she ain't going back
She's never going back now
She ain't going back
She's never going back now
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5. |
Confidence (live)
04:54
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He was a line cook
At a diner near the freeway
But he always knew that someday
He was going to be a start
Play in a rock band
He'd be shredding on his Gibson
But his daddy said Don't waste your time son
Look around at where you are
But he kept playing
Every evening he would practice
Then he'd lay back on his mattress
And think about his plans
But it was a small town
With not a lot of room for big dreams
He was barely out of his teens
But you've got to understand
That no one's gonna tell him what he can and can't do
The only thing you're giving him is something to prove
He don't have a lot
But what he's got
Is confidence
She was a dancer
But not the kind her mom was proud of
She said You're never gonna find love
Without a little self-respect
She said, Well that's an answer
To a question I'm not asking
And I'm gonna keep dancing
You might wanna change your bet
You see no one's gonna tell her what she can and can't do
The only thing you're giving her is something to prove
She don't have a lot
But what she's got
Is confidence
He was waiting
There for her when she got off work
She was glad she'd worn her good skirt
He was happy to be there
It was a clear night
And the moon lit up their small town
He drove her with the top down
She let the wind blow through her hair
And they were confident
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Won't you be my traveling companion
My sense of direction
My road trip friend
My partner in crime
My trusty navigator
My traveling companion 'til journey's end
My traveling companion 'til journey's end
We started out without much of a plan
Just threw our stuff in the back of a van
Where we'd sleep if the rain got out of hand
Or the nights got cold
Flipped a coin and we headed west
Gonna put that engine to the test
Hearts beat strong inside our chests
We were good to go
We had no real destination in mind
Just money for gas and loads of time
Won't you be my traveling companion
My sense of direction
My road trip friend
My partner in crime
My trusty navigator
My traveling companion 'til journey's end
My traveling companion 'til journey's end
Drove two or three hundred miles a day
Making plenty of stops along the way
Lots to see and lots to say
And the days went fast
Though we always had things to talk about
Sometimes the conversation would stop
And you'd lean on the window looking out
As the fields flew past
Truck stop diners and quiet mountain roads
Singing along to the radio
When we pull over, when day is done
We'll still look forward to what's to come
Won't you be my traveling companion
My sense of direction
My road trip friend
My partner in crime
My trusty navigator
My traveling companion 'til journey's end
My traveling companion 'til journey's end
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I did not expect to see your number on my phone
That you would call me up and tell me you're alone
You act as if you know just what I want
Or maybe you're pretending you forgot
Last time we talked you threw me such a curve
To call me now really shows some nerve
Let me make it clear if I wasn't clear before
I was a fool for you, but you ain't fooling me no more
It's true that you and me, we've got history
But I think we both remember it differently
Like a wildfire we started out so hot
And I thought that you were something you were not
I believed you when you said you would be true
But you said the same to a dozen others too
Then I found out about your revolving door
I was a fool for you, but you ain't fooling me no more
There were plenty of times I nearly said good-bye
I told you I was through with your nastiness and lies
But you said without my love you'd surely die
And the tears began to fall down from your eyes
I should have known that it was just a play
But I couldn't stand to see you there that way
So I turned around and picked you up off the floor
I was a fool for you, but you ain't fooling me no more
So baby baby please don't waste your time
There ain't no way I'm getting back in line
Don't tell me that you're sorry, don't pretend
Now I'm out and I ain't getting in again
I'd like to tell you that I wish you well
I'd like to tell you You can go to hell
Or maybe I'll just show you to the door
I was a fool for you, but you ain't fooling me no more
I was a fool for you, but you ain't fooling me no more
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8. |
Troubles Bad (live)
05:42
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Brother I got troubles, troubles bad
Brother I got troubles, troubles bad
O how they weigh on me
How I wish they'd let me be
Brother I got troubles, troubles bad
This house I built is starting to come down
The walls are cracked and sinking in the ground
Soon they will no longer hold
Against the wind and rain and cold
This house I built is starting to come down
I can hear a lion outside my door
Out there in the dark he snarls and roars
If I let that lion in
He would tear me limb from limb
I can hear a lion outside my door
I guess it's time to get my things all packed
Angry words cannot be taken back
Broken things can't be repaired
The look of love's become a glare
Guess it's time to get my things all packed
God looks down, looks straight into my eye
I've nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nowhere left to hide my shame
The Devil will not take the blame
God looks down, looks straight into my eye
If you see me walking down the road
Struggling underneath a heavy load
Keep on driving, go on past
This is my cross, this is my path
If you see me walking down the road
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9. |
Louisiana (live)
04:49
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She named her daughter Louisiana
For all her happy memories
Of a childhood in the bayou
Before she moved up to Milwaukee
Before Hurricane Katrina
Washed away all that they had
She moved up north with family
With no reason to go back
No reason to go back
Well she never liked the winters
But she liked the summers fine
And she liked the boys' attention
And she made 'em stand in line
When she found herself expecting
Her daddy flew into a rage
But she chose to keep the baby
And the chose the baby's name
She chose her name
Louisiana
Things don't always work out like you plan
But you play what's in your hand
The best you can
Louisiana
Every night she'd hold her close and sing
How I love you, Louisiana
And the happiness you bring
Her father was a good man
But he struggled to provide
So he joined the US Army
'Cause he wanted to do right
They hadn't gotten married
When they shipped him to Iraq
There a sniper's bullet found him
And he ended just like that
He ended just like that
Louisiana
Things don't always work out like you plan
But you play what's in your hand
The best you can
Louisiana
Every night she'd hold her close and sing
How I love you, Louisiana
And the comfort that you bring
You can light yourself a candle
Or pray the rosary
You can ask the Good Lord Why?
You can beg the Good Lord Please
But if you get an answer
it might not be the one you want
So give thanks for what you're given
And hold on to what you've got
Hold on to what you've got
Louisiana
Things don't always work out like you plan
But you play what's in your hand
The best you can
Louisiana
Every night she'd hold her close and sing
How I love you, Louisiana
And the memories you bring
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The wind's been picking up
There's gonna be a storm
The sky keeps getting darker
You can't say you ain't been warned
And the fires in the distance
Are closer than you think
You watch and study closely
While standing on the brink
And they try to convince you
That there's nothing to fear
And the news cannot be trusted
And it can't happen here
But we all watched it happen
A man was put to death
Held down on the ground
As he rain out of breath
Another gunned down in her bedroom
Another shot down in the road
We took to the streets
'Cause there was nowhere else to go
And sadness turned to anger
We wiped away our tears
And marched in greater numbers, shouting
It can't happen here
Sometime after midnight
The tanks came rolling in
Just like in Eastern Europe
Or Tiananmen
And I heard the sound of gunshots
Through the stinging haze
And history repeats itself
In unexpected ways
And the Devil holds the Bible up
While his disciples cheer
We hold our heads in our hands and we say
It can't happen here
Famine, war, and pestilence
Come riding into town
Death just stood there waiting
Just hanging around
And the people on the Internet
Are combing through the signs
But it's already too late
Yeah it's already time
In this age of information
There ain't too much that's clear
But there's one thing I'm sure of
It can't happen here
The wind's been picking up
There's going to be a change
The way things have been ordered
Will soon be rearranged
Eventually the resistance
Swings back the pendulum
I don't know when it's coming
But I know it's going to come
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Jesús Villa Milwaukee, Wisconsin
A singer-songwriter whose songs speak to your heart, then get stuck in your head.
Jesús grew up in
a southeastern Wisconsin home filled with eclectic music. He began playing guitar at age 10, and by high school was playing and writing music professionally.
Jesús is co-founder of the Kangaroo Lake Songwriters Collective. He performs with the Front Porch Rockers, and with The Unrulies.
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