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Buffalo
03:14
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You’ll see me in the barroom of an old bordello
Drinking whiskey sours like someone else that you know
Or playing the blues beneath a wasteland light
I ain’t, coming home tonight
And singing the Internationale
Never asked for any more than i could carry
Tying to turn from a crud to a king
Go anywhere and do anything but
Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo
Yeah aimless drifting and endless waiting
It’s only my time that’s slowly wasting
Have another chaser have another beer and
Get the hell out of here
Fast women and slow horses
Drinking joints and unreliable sources
Cash my cheques and lay my bets
Fish for a cigarette but
Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo
‘Cos there’s so many other places
So many other faces
So many other ways to be
Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo
Don’t play that rock and roll
Don’t head out on the road
Outside it’s 17 below
Don’t go to Buffalo
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Coeur d'Alene
03:39
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She was on her way home had to detour away
Just to keep all the wolves at bay
Just a couple of hundred feet from the place she called home
On the quiet streets of Coeur d’Alene
But the wolves they were hungry and the fire trucks rolled by
Like they always done before
And she never felt the earth shake from the jaw to the quay
‘til she found that note on her door
It’s just hard to feel alone
It’s just hard to feel alone
Her friend Debbie well she moved down to Houston
On the wrong end of a ball and chain
And she misses her friends and the love they’d lend
On the quiet streets of Coeur d’Alene
And her husband was a man with the softest hands
And a love that he claimed was true
But even the softest hands when clenched in fists of anger
Will turn the most lilywhite skin blue
It’s just hard to feel alone
It’s just hard to feel alone
Me I’m still rambling
Yeah out here gambling
And mostly in the fast lane
But I’d be lying if I said
I didn’t miss my friends
And the quiet streets of Coeur d’Alene
But we all got a passion
Carry out in a fashion
Might not keep the wolves at bay
But they hunt me in the lights
And then howl in the night
While i try hard to make my way
It’s just hard to feel alone
It’s just hard to feel alone
It’s just hard to feel alone
It’s just hard to feel alone
Something to be said about the place you were raised
If it’s a small town like Coeur d’Alene
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Snow is piling up outside
Way up high on a mountainside
Mind gets to wandering through the past
Like a rolodex of old photographs
I guess she’s somewhere south of Jacksonville
Frozen in mind like a movie still
Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her
Would she still remember the things we did?
Guess she’s got a husband, bet she’s got kids
Would she know my face? Forget my name?
I should’ve stayed in that place and not got on that plane
I guess she’s somewhere out near Lauderdale
Looking out as the storm clouds sail
Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her
I could try to find out where she went
Write a letter, ask her friends
I could drive down U.S. 41
Find paradise
Then it’s gone
Guess she’s somewhere out near Petersburg
Singing like a mockingbird
Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her
Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her
Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her
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Kentucky Bourbon
04:44
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Sitting in the barroom
Spin the bottle round
Trying to work out if i’m gonna
Drink another one down
Have mercy mister bartender
Closing time he says
Just a little taste of something
To take off the edge
And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
You left on a Friday night
Headed way out west
Note placed on the table
Yeah I guess I should’ve guessed
Wish you were still here with me
Now that times are tough
Never knew this is the way it would be
Or that I’d miss you so much
And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
And I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
Oh I’m learning that Kentucky bourbon
Ain’t enough to get you off my mind
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Guess it’s me who was always at the side
Of faded photos on the walls on all the hallways of your mind
Guess it’s me who had the wanderlust
Who had to take so long to try convince you I was worthy of your trust
Guess it’s me who was trying to flag a ride
Who you never saw or did not want to ‘cos the sun was in your eyes
Guess it’s me who became a running joke
Retelling stories of the past and living fast on dreams and train smoke
And I’m kicking through
Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders
Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
And I’m waiting on the train to take me
Down home once again so I can
Find my way back to the start
Guess it’s me who never had nothing to show
But hands full of bootleg dollar bills and contacts in the Sangre de Cristos
Guess it’s me who always had to know
What lay beyond the hills in the magic country where the passing trains go
Guess it’s me who can’t take the life no more
Of campfires on moonlit nights and rain and wind and thriftstore troubadours
Guess it’s me who looks a hundred years old now
Who’s trying to find his girl though all he thinks is who’s kissing her now
And I’m kicking through
Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders
Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
And I’m waiting on the train to take me
Down home once again so I can
Find my way back to the start
And I’m kicking through
Yeah I’m kicking through the cinders
Somewhere out on the edge of your heart
And I’m waiting on the train to take me
Down home once again so I can
Find my way back to the start
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6. |
Still in Love With You
04:03
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Reading the letter that you sent in the mail to me
And I don’t know what it is that ails me
And I’ve got to try to see you again
You went away and you left on a Friday
And you left me reeling, you knocked me sideways
And I always thought that you’re my best friend
Was there something that I didn’t do
Or something that I didn’t say to you
You never gave your reasons
Though your mind was set on leaving
And I’m still in love with you
Yeah, I’m still in love with you
And I’m still in love with you
Where does that leave me? I’ve got no one to grieve with me
I’m taking all my courage from bottles of whiskey
I no longer have a heart just a hole in my chest
Everybody’s talking and nobody’s listening
To the things that I say they just go on assuming
That I cheated or mistreated you, so you took a train to the west
Was there something that I didn’t do
Or something that I didn’t say to you
You never gave your reasons
Though your mind was set on leaving
And I’m still in love with you
Yeah, I’m still in love with you
And I’m still in love with you
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Rich Evans London, UK
Veteran Americana/Blues/ Folk singer-songwriter based in London.
Rich was
previously in The Mariachis, The Rich Evans Band and Roosevelt Bandwagon.
As a solo artist, he has toured extensively in the USA and Europe and has recorded albums for US labels in Nashville and Chicago.
The 'Riding Blind EP' is the latest release and marks a return to a more rootsy, stripped-down recording style.
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