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What happened to the world we painted
The masterpiece of me and you
Our work of art has all but failed
Nothing's here except the blues.
Love's crumbling
Love's tumbling down
Love's crumbling
Love's tumbling down.
It was a stroke of genius
Yeah just as pretty as you please
But all that's left between us
Is hanging on what used to be.
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Looking at it from a distance
I still can't believe my eyes
It's sad to have to witness
What we made on all those nights
Crumbling down, tumbling down.
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The summer days are gone
Along with you they disappeared
And left me here
Just like the falling leaves
I watched you turn and drift away
Nothing stays
Don't want to face the fall alone
But it's your nature to move on.
Is it cold in california
Like I told you it would be
Do you need someone to warm you
Like I warmed you
Is it cold in california
Like it is in tennessee.
Spent the holidays with a man
Made out of snow ho ho ho
Kept on building fires
But they don't ease the chill
Nothing will
This has been the hardest time
Winter has the longest nights.
(repeat chorus)
I'll count the days until the spring
And hope it brings you back to me.
Is it cold in california
Like I told you it would be
Do you need someone to warm you
Be there for you
Is it cold in california
Like it is in tennessee.
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Sometimes in the mornings
I wake up devastated that you're gone
It drives me kinda crazy
And I tell myself it's been a little long
To still be expecting you
To call me up on the phone
I don't like holding on
But I can't let go.
Sometimes a photograph of you
Will take my breath away
I don't think that time's a healer
No matter what folks say
How can years fly by so fast
And breaks in a heart mend so slow
I don't like holding on
But I can't let go.
Sometimes I'm in a room full of people
When old lonely sits by me
And it makes me sad to realize
That unlike you he won't ever leave
I wish I had some kind of pill
To take this feeling from my bones
I don't like holding on but I can't let go.
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In Nineteen and Double-Aught
A harlot who was hot to trot
Gave a fine little bijoux to the world
With a blacksmith for a makeshift doc
In a cathouse far from Camelot
Her goldmine brought to bear a baby girl
When the child screamed from life's first slap
The boss said "Kid get used to that
You'll never meet a jake that isn't cruel"
And she wrapped her babe in a petticoat
Grabbed a bottle and made a toast
Here's to my gorgeous bastard, Ruby Jewel
And the man at the piano played a tune
And everybody sang and danced in the saloon
Except Ruby (Ruby)
No not Ruby (Ruby)
Ruby Jewel
Reared among the guttersnipes
While her mama puffed a Chinese pipe
The salad days for Ruby didn't last
Forced to work and pay her dues
Inside that poor man's Moulin Rouge
A snot-nosed kid had to grow up fast
Night and day she toiled and sweat
While brothel patrons placed their bets
On who would be the first to break her in
Then one night the madam screams
"Ruby, get to room thirteen
There's someone there who thinks you're quite a gem"
And the man at the piano played a tune
And everybody sang and danced in the saloon
Except Ruby (Ruby)
No not Ruby (Ruby)
Ruby Jewel
In done-up hair and a borrowed dress
She climbed the stairs scared to death
Said a prayer and tiptoed through the door
But on deaf ears her prayer fell
Cause through a tear she stared at hell
Standing there in nothing but his drawers
She recognized the whiskered chin
Bloodshot eyes and foul-mouthed grin
He was the man who wore the silver star
She tried to turn around and run
But he pulled out his big six gun
And said "Hon you won't get very far"
And the man at the piano played a tune
And everybody sang and danced in the saloon
Except Ruby (Ruby)
No not Ruby (Ruby)
Ruby Jewel
Ruby Jewel woke up in bed
A crimson pool between her legs
Naked as the day that she was born
But lying there next to him
Made her wish she hadn't been
If this was all that living had in store
Making sure he was asleep
She quietly got to her feet
Found his gun and aimed it between his eyes
She kept it there til he came to
So he could stare down the barrel too
Pulled the trigger once and watched him die
And the man at the piano played a tune
And everybody sang and danced in the saloon
Except Ruby (Ruby)
No not Ruby (Ruby)
Ruby Jewel
On a rainy night in 1912
Locked inside the town's new jail
Ruby carved a message in the stone
When morning came hacks lead her out
In ankle chains right through the crowd
Who waited in the mud to watch the show
They walked her up the gallows steps
And put the rope around her neck
Dropped the trap as all the watchers cheered
But on the wall of a cell
In a tiny scrawl and mispelled
Were the words "Ruby Jewel Was Here"
And the man at the piano played a tune
And everybody sang and danced in the saloon
Except Ruby (Ruby)
No not Ruby (Ruby)
Ruby Jewel
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You can't get there from here
I can't live on bread and water
You heard the one about the farmer's daughter
She just needs a little atmosphere
You don't pick your occupation
I didn't ask for this frustration
I need a life and a nice cold beer
But you can't get there from here
If I had time to think about it
I'd build a castle in the yard
For all the things I want so much
Always something I can't touch
But I guess that would be too hard
You can't get there from here
I can't live on bread and water
You heard the one about the farmer's daughter
She just needs a little atmosphere
You don't pick your occupation
I didn't ask for this frustration
I need a life and a nice cold beer
But you can't get there from here
I'm on a road that's going nowhere
Looking for a place that I belong
The wind's pushing me in all directions
But none of them look like home
And you can't get there from here
You can't live on bread and water
You heard the one about the farmer's daughter
She just needs a little atmosphere
Every right track turns out wrong
A different tune but the same old song
I need a life and a nice cold beer
But you can't get there from here
No you can't get there from here
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If the moon could conceal
How it feels when it shines
And the stars could disguise
The beauty the skies reveal
Then the fire I try to hide in my heart
Would remain out of sight
Here with you in the dark
Let's steal the sun
Before tomorrow comes
Daybreak might take this all away
Let's be thieves
And rob the east of morning's light
Let's steal the sun
Before it steals tonight
Oh how I've missed
Being kissed tenderly
Lips so soft and sweet
Touching my cheek like this
What else can I do
But choose to give in
The only way I can lose
Is if this feeling ends
Let's steal the sun
Before tomorrow comes
Daybreak might take this all away
Let's be thieves
And rob the east of morning's light
Let's steal the sun
Before it steals tonight
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I'm skipping across the stars
Hopping from moon to moon
Higher than a kite's been before
Made my way to mars, venus and neptune
If I was scared of heights, I ain't no more.
Up this high in outerspace
Old cloud nine looks commonplace
Floating way down there in the blue
Up this high at heaven's door
Worlds collide and comets soar
Your love lets me fly up this high.
A lot of astronauts have left the planet earth
But they use rocketships to kiss the sky
I don't have what they got
But I sail the universe
Every time your lips are kissing mine.
(repeat chorus)
Back when I was green
You could find me chooglin' smoke
But when I got off I never left the ground
Now you can't find me unless you own a telescope
And I don't wanna ever come back down
(repeat chorus)
I'm high.
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Don't you look pretty
Dressed to the nines
Comfortably sitting on your gold mine
Blood red and blonde
Lipstick and curls
A high-heeled don juan
Come to mess up my world.
All of the ladies are watching their backs
The boys thinking maybe they might stand a chance
Bet every bar you walk in's the same
They don't know who you are
But they sure know your name.
Hey Jezebel leave mine alone
Ain't no bombshell wrecking my home
He's all I got he's all I want
Jezebel find someone else
Leave mine alone.
Why'd you come calling on this side of town
A woman who's fallen and keeps going down
I won't compete with your dirty work
So get back to the street
Before you get hurt.
Hey Jezebel leave mine alone
Ain't no bombshell wrecking my home
He's all I got he's all I want
Jezebel find someone else
Leave mine alone.
This southern belle is tough as nails
Leave mine alone.
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You feel it now
But it won't last
Without a doubt
It's bound to pass
Mark my word
Mark my word
Mark my word
It's such a thrill
When love begins
But it's downhill
From here on in
Mark my word
Mark my word
Mark my word
There'll come a day
You'll leave me cold
And I'll say
I told you so
Yeah that's the way
It's gonna go
Mark my word
Make no mistake
You'll change your mind
My heart will break
Just give it time
Mark my word
Mark my word
Mark my word
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I apologize, I should've kept it hidden
Under wraps and out of sight, at least in the beginning
But I wanted you to see what you meant to me
Turns out that wasn't smart
A sleeve is no place for a heart.
Wish I could take back the secret that I told you
But it's too late for that, now you know the whole truth
Three stupid little words, you never should've heard
But I let down my guard
A sleeve is no place for a heart.
Take one last look before it's gone
It's time I put it back where it belongs
Next time I will know not to let my feelings show
I'll keep them in the dark
A sleeve is no place for a heart.
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I know a magical place to get a taste of a little heaven on earth
It's just a watering hole but many a soul go there to quench their thirst
When my whistle's dry there's nowhere that I can think of I'd rather be
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree
It has thirty cent draws and that's because they only cost Tony two-bits
See it's Tony's joint and he makes it a point to let every poor bum get lit
He's a drunk's patron saint and he won't hesitate to fix you some supper for free
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree
Each morning at eight it opens it's gates for all my buddies and me
With our foots on the rail and our buckets of ale we tell stories no one believes
We spit and we cuss at the lives that left us then toast to our freedom with glee
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree
I sit tight each night til they turn up the lights empty my last one and leave
Then squint my eyes at the dawn in the sky as people walk by on the street
God only knows where it is they go but there's only one place for me
It's called the blue moon tap room, yessirree, yessirree
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Up 'til now my lucky stars shined brightest in the sky
I was living in the lap of the gods
But miss fortune turned the tables
And turned out all the lights
Now there's no chance in hell I'll beat the odds.
I'm going down going down
Down down down I'm going down.
Up 'til now I never looked
At what was in the cards
Played fast and loose
I didn't give a damn
But a joker who is wild like me
Can't beat the old graveyard
If he's staring at a dead man's hand.
(repeat chorus)
Up 'til now the thought of losing
Didn't cross my mind
It felt good to gamble with my soul
But what was I a thinking
Why'd I lay it on the line
Everybody one day has to fold.
(repeat chorus twice)
I lost this round
I'm going down.
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I take a pint of whiskey
And crack open its lid
I drink the bottle empty
Just like my poor daddy did.
I take after my family
My fate's the blood in me
No one grows old in this household
We are a dying breed.
I take a red and blue one
From my Mama's purse
I wash 'em down with homemade wine
To see what kicks in first
(repeat chorus)
I take another needle
Black powder and a spoon
I set my sights on heaven
And shoot for the moon.
(repeat chorus)
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