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My Own Back Yard
04:49
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My Own Back Yard
Maybe a little wiser
Maybe a little older
Since I was in this place
I’ve been everywhere
From London to Boulder
Got a few more lines on my face
CHORUS:
Where have you been love?
Were you looking for me?
Did you have to wait till I was down on my knees?
That’s all behind us now
Come sit beside me now
It’s been a long road and it’s been hard
But I finally found you here
In my own backyard
I’ve been to Istanbul
And I have seen Paris
Shining like a diamond in the rain
I have run through lovers
Like water on the shore
Now I’m running to your arms again
CHORUS:
Where have you been love?
Were you looking for me?
Did you have to wait till I was down on my knees?
That’s all behind us now
Come sit beside me now
It’s been a long road and it’s been hard
But I finally found you here In my own backyard
BRIDGE:
Tonight I feel just like the boy
Who once believed that dreams came true
And I see a world of possibilities
Wrapped-up in the likeness of you
CHORUS:Where have you been love?
Were you looking for me?
Did you have to wait till I was down on my knees?
But that’s all behind us now
Come sit beside me now
It’s been a long road and it’s been hard
But I finally found you here
In my own backyard
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Me, The Willow And The Wind
It's the middle of another night
I can’t get no rest
Love like a heavy stone Lays deep down in my chest
Clouds race across the sky
The moon shines on the lake
As I walk down mem'ry lane I feel my heart break...
CHORUS:
Me, the Willow and the Wind
Are missing you again
We’ll weep and moan and sigh,
Till the sun reclaims the sky
And wonder when our mourning will end...
Me, the Willow and the Wind
Well, it's funny how a mem'ry holds
What my arms never will
Lost love can leave a hole
Only emptiness can fill
Sometimes I lose control,
Sometimes I make the turn
Some paths I'll walk again
But this bridge I must burn...
CHORUS:
Me, the Willow and the Wind
Are missing you again
We’ll weep and moan and sigh,
Till the sun reclaims the sky
And wonder when our mourning will end...
Me, the Willow and the Wind
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3. |
Thunder In My Ear
03:51
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Thunder In My Ear
It's hard to land them punches
When darkness comes to fight
It's so easy to curse the armor
For not keeping out the night
Sure there's cries for mercy
She's a lady who can't hear
CHORUS:
Sure as lightning strikes the Treetops
There's Thunder In My Ear
It's not so hard to remember
The dream that wouldn't die
Back when youth was your companion
That could never be denied
Until wide awake at midnight
With that dream no longer here
CHORUS:
Sure as lightning strikes the treetops
There's Thunder In My Ear
BRIDGE:
But it seems that every now and then
I get in a lick or two
And it reminds me of a boy
That I once knew
Now I roll with the punches
Took me years to understand
And I gather light around me
From Everywhere I can
And its funny how it's happened
That old dream has up and reappeared
CHORUS:
Sure as lightning strikes the treetops
There's Thunder In My Ear
Sure as lightning strikes the treetops
There's Thunder In My Ear
There's Thunder In My Ear
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4. |
Tulsa Tempest
03:21
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Tulsa Tempest
Those clouds are moving in
The wind is rising
Folks lookin’ at the sky
It’s so surprising
Cos it feels just like a storm is on the way
There’s static in the air today
CHORUS:
But it’s just a Tulsa Tempest
Rolling into town
Got that music playing loud
And the ragtop down
She causes quite a stir
Can’t help but notice her
When she comes around
That Tulsa Tempest
The weatherman’s confused
No rain in sight
So unpredictable
Something’s not right
Cos it’s hotter than a dog day afternoon
And still two weeks till we get to June
CHORUS:
It’s just a Tulsa Tempest
Rolling into town
Got that music playing loud
And the ragtop down
She causes quite a stir
Can’t help but notice her
When she comes around
That Tulsa Tempest
BRIDGE:
An act of God or a natural disaster?
Rolls into town just like a hurricane
When she smiles your heart starts beating faster…
You just can’t wait until she comes around again.
CHORUS:
She’s a Tulsa Tempest
Rolling into town
Got that music playing loud
And the ragtop down
She causes quite a stir
Can’t help but notice her
When she comes around
That Tulsa Tempest
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5. |
Good Morning Teardrops
03:38
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Good Morning Teardrops
Good morning teardrops, how have you been?
Good morning heartbreak, good to see you again
You haven’t been here since a quarter to ten
Good morning teardrops, let the crying begin
Good morning loneliness and misery
Good morning sorrow and despondency
How could I go on if you weren’t here with me?
Good morning only-ness now you’re all I can see
CHORUS:
Since love’s been gone I’ve found somebody new
To pull me out of this hurt I’ve fallen into
I’m tired of trying, but I’m going to make it through
Another day with the blues
Good morning suffering, did you bring pain?
I’ll feel so lost ‘til he’s here once again
All that we’re missing is a room full of rain
Good morning hopelessness, guess I’m feeling the strain
CHORUS:
Since love’s been gone I’ve found somebody new
To pull me out of this hurt I’ve fallen into
I’m tired of trying, but I’m going to make it through
Another day with the blues
Good morning teardrops, how have you been?
Good morning heartbreak, good to see you again
You haven’t been here since a quarter to ten
Good morning teardrops, let the crying begin
Let the crying begin
Let the crying begin
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Church Of The Underground
This alley lies in-between
Walls reaching up to the sky
A quiet, holy place
Time passes by
The humble penitent kneels
Before God, hands lifted high
A weary, broken soul
Who questions why
CHORUS:
There are so many at the altar
Here where the world has cast them down
They have no comforts yet somehow comfort is found
In The Church of the Underground
Smoke rises, carrying prayers
Like incense, bitter and sweet
From tender, hopeful hearts
On dead-end streets
CHORUS:
There are so many at the altar
Here where the world has cast them down
They have no comforts yet somehow comfort is found
In The Church of the Underground
BRIDGE:
Faith finds a way to shine as the darkness closes in
When tattered dreams appear so small and so thin
Stars glow like candles lit by trembling hands
On bended knees the spirit takes a stand
CHORUS:
There are so many at the altar
Here where the world has cast them down
They have no comforts yet somehow comfort is found
In The Church of the Underground
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7. |
The Dream
04:36
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The Dream
I saw a '53 Hudson on Route 66
Pullin' a silver Airstream
Some dents in the trailer and rust on the chrome
But they shone like a post war dream
When middle-classed folks took their middle-classed families
To the middle of a Country so grand
And everything made in the ole USA
Was formed by middle-class hands
CHORUS:
Now it seems there is no middle class anymore
Just the rich and the poor
And the left and the right
Wake up my neighbors a new march commences
From behind picket fences to the front of the picket lines
Then the car and the trailer grew small in the rearview
They shimmered with distance and heat
And like a mirage they were suddenly gone
And I was all alone on the street
Nothing but '66 reached out before me
As I cranked up the ghost of Tom Jode
With my middle class hands in the middle of the wheel
And aimed for the middle of the road
CHORUS:
Now it seems there is no middle class anymore
Just the rich and the poor
And the left and the right
Wake up my neighbors a new march commences
From behind picket fences to the front of the picket lines
BRIDGE:
Is the flag we're waving
Made In China?
Our phone support in Pakistan?
The clothes wear from
Indonesia
Stiched by a 10 year-old hand?
CHORUS:
Now it seems there is no middle class anymore
Just the rich and the poor
And the left and the right
Wake up my neighbors a new march commences
From behind picket fences to the front of the picket lines
Wake up my neighbors a new march commences
From behind picket fences to the front of the Voting Line
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8. |
Maria Consuelo
04:55
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Maria Consuelo
Maria Consuelo Arroyo was born and was raised on the south side of town
Her eyes holding midnight the face of an angel come down
In softness and beauty she grew like a rose without thorn
At fifteen she married, at sixteen her first child was born
CHORUS:
And time is a lover, the planter in ripeness who harvests your dreams
And time is a river that sweeps us along in its stream
He brings us together then forces us cruelly apart
And there's no wrinkled crone in her dry skin and bones
Who is not a young girl in her heart
Maria Consuelo Arroyo, she bore seven more on the south side of town
And the love for her family, like soft rain, came whispering down
Like flowers in a garden they flourished in beauty and grace
With their eyes like dark mirrors, reflecting the love in her face
CHORUS:
And time is a traitor, yes time is the villain who stalks on our stage
The bringer of darkness the bringer of wrinkles and age
He brings souls together then forces them cruelly apart
And there's no wrinkled crone in her dry skin and bones
Who is not a young girl in her heart
Maria Consuelo Arroyo, her man fell in battle across the dark seas
Her children were scattered like feathers that ride down the breeze
She kneels in the darkness, nine candles she lights every day
And Padre Alfonzo remembers their names when he prays
CHORUS:
And time's the black angel, a dark curandero who brings the long sleep
And time is the shepherd who keeps a good watch on his sheep
He brings back together the souls that he once tore apart
And he comforts old crones in their dry skin and bones
For he still loves the girl in their heart
And time is a love, the planter in ripeness who harvests your dreams
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9. |
Cotton Dress
03:41
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Cotton Dress
It was a cotton dress she was wearing
Falling off a shoulder she was barin’ her heart
To a boy on the banks of the Rio Grande
She said I loved you since the second grade
And to tell you the truth I’m tired of waitin’
Around for you, Boy you better make your stand
CHORUS:
Next thing you know he was popping the question
And all it took was a little suggestion
From a pretty girl by the river on a moonlit night
It didn’t matter how young they were
‘Cos she loved him; he loved her
And love’s enough to make everything all right
Some things are meant to be, I guess
And it all started with a cotton dress
They got married at the Church of Christ
Standing on the corner of 12th and rice was fallin’
All around them as they took off in the car
Bought a little house with a big live oak
They were sitting on the porch when her water broke
She said Honey better get me down to the ER
CHORUS:
Next thing you know they were holdin’ a girl
With her momma’s eyes and her daddy’s curls
Singing lullabies in the middle of a moonlit night
It didn’t matter how young they were
‘Cos she loved them; they loved her
And love’s enough to make everything all right
The rest is History, I guess
And it all started with a cotton dress
BRIDGE:
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, the years went flyin’ by and then
Ooh-ooh next thing you know, that old circle is comin’ around again
It was a cotton dress she was wearing Fallin’ off a shoulder she was barin’ her heart
To a boy on the banks of the Rio Grande
She said my parents sat in this same place
And I bet you got the same look on your face
My daddy did when he asked for Momma’s hand
CHORUS:
But let me make a little suggestion
Before you think about poppin’ the question
Be sure about what you’re feelin’ here tonight
Cos’ I’ve seen life from every angle
The twists and turns and snarls and tangles
And I know true love makes everything all right
And I won’t settle for nothin’ less
So if you feel the same, I guess
You can have the girl in the cotton dress
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10. |
Tonight You Belong To Me
02:15
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Tonight You Belong To Me
I know you belong
To somebody new
But tonight you belong to me
Although we're a part
You're part of my heart
And tonight you belong to me
CHORUS:
Way down by the stream
How sweet it would seem
Once more just to dream
In the moonlight
My honey...
I know with the dawn
That you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
CHORUS:
Way down by the stream
How sweet it would seem
Once more just to dream
In the moonlight
My honey...
I know with the dawn
That you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Just to little ole' me
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11. |
Appomattox
04:39
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Appomatox
The moolight's silver arrows
Pierce the hearts of all those crouching
Gathered by the river
Just to watch the battle run
And I swear a thousand soldiers
Must be gathered in the shadows
Half of them won't live to see
The noontime's brilliant sun
Blues and greys all look the same
As darkness knows no color
And silence knows nor horror
Like the roaring of a gun
And they touch their polished bayonets
And dream about the morning
Hell or heaven waits for them
When all the killin's done
CHORUS:
So be sure to load your muzzles well
Keep the powder dry
Dawn is ever nearer now
It aint time to cry
Cry when it's all over
for the brothers still alive
They're the ones who'll suffer
For the ones who don't survive
You're barely seventeen and yet
These moments age you quickly
Anticipation shakes you
On an early April night
And your young uncalloused life
Has become white knuckles on a rifle
And you're thankful for the darkness
That k-keeps your fear from sight
And you think of all the millions
That have come and gone before you
Pages torn from chapters
And pictures torn from books
And you wonder if you'll change a thing
By dyin' young tomorrow
Or by killin', tearin' chapters
From an oft mis-quoted book
CHORUS:
So be sure to load your muzzles well
Keep the powder dry
Dawn is ever nearer now
It aint time to cry
Cry when it's all over
for the brothers still alive
They're the ones who'll suffer
For the ones who don't survive
So be sure to load your muzzles well
Keep the powder dry
Dawn is ever nearer now
It aint time to cry
Cry when it's all over
for the brothers still alive
They're the ones who'll suffer
For the ones who don't survive
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Where Have All The Heroes Gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
The ones who moved me with a song
And helped to make me what I am today
Wonder if they even know
How sometimes I miss them so
And what they meant to me along the way?
CHORUS:
Echoes of the past
Never seem to last
But still the memories linger on
Friends that I have known
Have left me here all alone
Where have all the heroes gone?
Back when I was just a child
Running free and living wild
I never gave much thought to growing old
Still it takes me by surprise
Every time I realize
That time is not a thing we can control
CHORUS:
Echoes of the past
Never seem to last
But still the memories linger on
Friends that I have known
Have left me here all alone
Where have all the heroes gone?
BRIDGE:
Now all the years go by like water through a sieve
And somehow find a way of passing through
Sometimes it seems there's not a thing I wouldn't give
To have those heroes back for just an hour or two
CHORUS:
Echoes of the past
Never seem to last
But still the memories linger on
Friends that I have known
Have left me here all alone
Where have all the heroes gone?
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Howlin' Dog Records recording artists 2-Bit Palomino hail from Houston, TX.
They are the 2011
and 2013 Texas Vocal Group of the Year and a trio of amazing singer/songwriters who will capture you with there amazing vocals, descriptive lyrics and wonderful song arrangements.
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