1. |
Michael
04:31
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Michael lives in a small room
He puts his favorite pictures on the walls
He Doesn't have a lot, he doesn't mind at all
Michael lives in a small room
But it hurts to look out the window
Michael doesn't really like to read
But the Bible can get him to sleep
He doesn't know it there's a lord
But it's nice to think that beyond himself there's something more
But it hurts to look out the window
And it's all the same on the inside
Michael doesn't have a lot of friends
He gets the odd letter but they seldom write back again
His one phone call was never made
I guess he's waiting on a better day
But it hurts to look out the window
And it's all the same on the inside
And will his sentence
Be his savior
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2. |
Mother Said
03:45
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So you want to be a strong man?
Well first you've got to be weak
And how tall can you be
If you've never been in over your head
You best learn to tell the truth
before it becomes the lie
and you better keep your head up
how else are you gonna see your life
And that is what his mother said
Better learn to listen with your heart
Before you speak with your fist
and the time you spend with the ones you love
is time spent you ain't gonna miss
And that is what his mother said
We come into this world alone
But god damn, don't you leave it that way
And if there's one thing that I know
It's that we're not born the same
and beyond that
there's not much more that I can say
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3. |
Father's Sins
03:40
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As a boy it didn't take him long to figure out
His Father was a nobody without a doubt
And then he began to wonder
do we inherit
The Sin's of Our Fathers
As a young man he began really to learn his name
Everyone could see progeny's face
And then he began to wonder
do we inherit
The Sin's of Our Fathers
As a man he couldn't learn to love
That fear of becoming what he became from
And then he began to wonder
do we pass on
The Sin's of Our Fathers
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4. |
Oh My Son
04:54
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Oh my son, it's been so long
since I've been gone
And I so did hear, that your mother I fear
has since passed on
And I hope you don't mind, I've called six times
since yesterday
Oh my son
Oh my son
It's been so god damn Long
And that woman your mother, she was fine like no other
but I still left
But should a man, live his life
with no regrets
And I wonder my son, have you done better than I?
You didn't have to try
Oh my son
Oh my son
You didn't even have to try
I'd like to know who you are, these seeds that I've sown
and see how they've grown
I didn't just give you both my names, we're the same
I've seen it in your eyes, once upon a time
I'll be at the diner all day, you'll meet me I pray
you know that I've changed
Oh my son
You know, you know that I've changed
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5. |
Father and Son
03:50
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He gets in, speeds away
I guess that's how rejection pays
And the sun shone on the day
and the sun shone on the day
Father and Son
Father and Son
He stops in, for a few drinks
Not an, unusual thing
Then again it's one in the afternoon
Then again it's one in the afternoon
Father and Son
Father and Son
The meeting at the diner, didn't go so well
Oh whatever, what the hell
And it won't happen again
and it won't happen again
Father and Son
Father and Son
He stumbles out, into the street
A broken man, in defeat
And he gets back in behind the wheel
And he gets back in behind the wheel
Father or Son
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6. |
Gallows Pole
03:46
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Wait another minute hangman
Wait another minute and see
I think I see my father coming
There across the sea
Father did you bring me silver
Father you bring me golf
Bring me anything I need
To keep me from the gallows pole
I didn't bring no silver
I didn't bring no gold
Came to see you hanging
From the Gallows Pole
Wait another minute hangman
Wait another minute and see
I think I see my Mother coming
there across the sea
Mother did your bring me silver
Mother you bring me gold
Did you come to see me hanging
From the gallows pole
I didn't bring no silver
Didn't bring no gold
That ransom from my hand
your father stole
Slack up your rope hangman
Slack it a while and see
I think I see my one true lover
riding a many mile for me
Lover did you bring me silver
Lover you bring me gold
Hope you didn't come to see me hanging
From the gallows Pole
I didn't bring no silver
But I brought a lot of gold
Didn't come to see you hanging
From the gallows pole
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Greg Smith Walters Falls, Ontario
Singer-songwriter from Ontario, Canada. His story based writing discusses life, love and the great balance of everything.
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