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Broken Bottles
03:31
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I’ve got a long way to travel through the gravel and dirt
The weight on my shoulder is a-testing my worth
Wish I had a mule for the load yeah,
wish I had a mule for the load
My finger’s on the trigger of a bad idea
suitcase packed up with the last five years
And I’m walkin’ Dixon with the rose boys
I’m walkin’ down Dixon with the rose
Ash is fallin’ out the yellow sky
Sally keeps dancin’ upon my mind
And I’m shovelin’ Johnny with a coal
I’m shovelin’ Johnny with a coal
He had it comin’
“Built a bonfire!” said to the police man
I piled up every single thing I own
I poured the fuel,
I lit the match,
so take me to the place that left my soul
Take me to the place of my soul
And I’ve singing these songs for a quarter and dime
Just to call my baby on the pay phone line
I’m broken bottles on the road boys
I’m broken bottles on the road
And I'm broken bottles on the road yea
I'm broken bottles on the road
Long way to travel through the gravel and dirt
The weight on my shoulder is a test of my worth
Wish I had a mule for the load
(3x) Yeah I wish I had a mule for the load
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Late Bloomer
04:16
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You can get away with anything
With a six string on your back
And the coffee shop poet waits for the first heart attack
If you wait for perfect timing, time will pass you by
And the day always turns to night
Shoulda got here sooner
But I’m a late bloomer
Only been out for a couple days and my petal’s wilting off
When this is over, will I remember
I tried my best to love you and my best was good enough
Walking down the road on the hottest summer day
Sweat soaks my clothes, my hair stuck to my face
They say you don’t like the weather, you just wait a little while
And that frown often turns to a smile
Should’ve got here sooner
But I’m a late bloomer
Only been out for a couple days and my petals’ wilting off
And when I’m sober, will I remember
I tried my best to love you and my best was good enough
My bank account is looking low
I’m rollin’ up my smokes, too poor to pay attention
I’m tellin’ stupid jokes
You wait for perfect timing, well time will pass you by
And the days always turn to nights
Should’ve got here sooner
But I’m a late bloomer
Only been out for a couple days and my petals’ wilting off
And when I’m sober, will I remember
I tried my best to love you and my best was good enough
When this is over, will I remember
I tried my best to love you, my best was good enough
it was
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