1. |
Dodging the Wind
04:03
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See that sun set down
Don’t leave the avenue
See that boy walk into town
Watch him leave on through
I’ve been runnin’, been duckin’
Been dodgin’ the wind
I’ve been runnin’, been duckin’
Been dodgin’ the wind
Every city I found
Every place that I get
Tries to blow me around
They ain’t blown me down yet
I’ve been runnin’, been duckin’
Been dodgin’ the wind
Call that boy by his name
Smile as he turns and he waves
Don’t you shed a tear
As he walks away from here
He didn’t come, but he ain’t known to stay
I’ve been runnin’, been duckin’
Been dodgin’ the wind
I’ve been runnin’, been duckin’
Been dodgin’ the wind
Every city I found
Every place that I get
Tries to blow me around
They ain’t blown me down yet
I’ve been runnin’, I’ve been duckin’
I’ve been dodgin’ the wind
By the window, look at the moon
Winter is coming on soon
When you think of the kid
Who left when he did
He too will be thinking of you
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2. |
In the Meantime
03:17
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I’ve been saving every nickel
And half of every dime
I’ve been washing all the blankets
God knows that I’m trying
I fixed the gate
We will find each other so they say.
In the meantime I’m lonesome while I wait
I’ve been lying to my family
Of who I’m thinking ’bout
I had another woman
Somehow she found out
She always knew
We’ll be honest with each other me and you
In the meantime I’ll break a heart or two
Now I’ve been selling saws and hammers
For half of what they’re worth
I’m dreaming for a living
I’ve got no time for work
It’s getting hard
One day we will never be apart
In the meantime I’m wondering where you are
Now I’m burning sheets of plywood
I pried up off the floor
The house is out of lumber
At least for now I’m warm
For now I’m warm
We’ll be warm beneath a Carolina moon
In the meantime I should find another room
Now I’m drinking from the faucet
I’m lucky when I sleep
I’m sleeping in the closet
I’m scared of the police
What should I do
One day you will be my reason to
In the meantime, I’ll just be passing through
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3. |
Lock the Door Christina
02:40
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Who’s that by your front door
By first light and last
Who’s that man, heart in hand
Sleeping in your grass
In a coat of young frustration
With unfed appetite
Lock the door Christina
I’m standing on your porch tonight
Who’s that by your front door
We all thought he died
Who’s that man knee deep in sand
Waiting on the tide
With an atlas and a ladder
Undaunted by the height
Lock the door Christina
I’m standing on your porch tonight
Who else ever cared
Who else ever tried
Who’s that man come to stand
Right by your crying side
Courageless but honest
My empty arms invite
Lock the door Christina
I’m Standing on your porch tonight
Destined to misuse you
Determined to do you right
Lock the door Christina
Lock the door Christina
Better lock the door Christina
I’m standing on your porch tonight
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4. |
A Thousand Men
03:50
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See Thomas Jefferson on the eve of Bunker Hill
Writing words to die for, writing sentences to kill
They’ve come to paint his portrait so he grabs a chair and sits
As the surgeon orders cotton for a thousand tourniquets
For god and country, for us and them
Every good idea kills at least a thousand men
At least a thousand men
See the able-bodied Christian in a dark and savage land
Telling all those who will listen that god was once a man
Through needle’s eye so narrow he will lead them four by four
He’s got nine hundred shackles, needs at least a hundred more
A thousand men, A thousand men
Every good idea kills at least a thousand men
At least a thousand men
See the able-bodied student in his laboratory coat
Whispering calculations like prayers stuck in his throat
Soon he will discover some flawless medicine
Right now he needs an oven that holds at least a thousand men
Some are the means, some are the ends
Every good idea kills at least a thousand men
At least a thousand men
One thousand one, One thousand one
Every man I know thinks that he’s one thousand one
Nine hundred nine, his day is done
Every man I know thinks that he’s one thousand one
I know I’m one thousand one
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5. |
Black Eyed Susan
04:31
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Black-eyed Susan
I ain’t gonna look your way no more
Oh black-eyed Susan
I ain’t gonna look your way no more
Ain’t no need to ask about it baby
I know what I was lookin’ for
Well your blue blood runs
Like it’s got some important place to be
I said your blue blood runs
Like it’s got some important place to be
You say I’m important baby
Why your blood always runnin’ from me?
When you look right through me
I wonder who’s behind my back
Oh when you look right through me
I wonder who’s behind my back
He sure don’t say too much
Honey why you lookin’ at someone like that?
Oh you got a miracle master
He is so naked and wise
I heard you got a miracle master
He is so naked and wise
Don’t you feel so new
With your old time religion in disguise?
Oh’ I’m in love, I’m in love
And I don’t know what it is I should do
Should I take my chance
And become another one of your fools?
Oh they call you the scene of the crime
Now they’re collectin’ their clues
They don’t wanna love you baby
They’d rather make a riddle out of you
Well the good Lord gave me peaches
And the good Lord gave me bread
I said the good Lord gave me peaches
And the good Lord gave me bread
The day he gave me you Susan
I wish he would have rested instead
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Joe Pug Maryland
A singer-songwriter known for his lyrical acumen and plaintive harmonica style. Paste Magazine wrote of his music: “Unless
your surname is Dylan, Waits, Ritter or Prine, you could face-palm yourself to death trying to pen songs half as inspired”.
He has appeared at Lollapalooza, Bonnaroo, and The Newport Folk Festival.
Additionally, he is the creator and host of The Working Songwriter podcast.
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