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ain't it hard?
07:43
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I keep vampire teeth in my front pocket
Cos you always liked it when I's sharp
And I learned how to beat on this ol' guitar
So I can make a home in the backbeat of yer heart
I dyed all my hair jet black
Borrowed a Misfits shirt & never gave it back
And I learned to love the Grateful Dead
And I laid with you in yer big brass bed
But you put my love in a wet paper sack
And it's hard & it's hard
Ain't it hard?
To sing a song so sad & so blue
Pining away with the memory of you
I keep jack-o-lanterns burning on my front porch
Feeding these bad habits & smoking like a torch
And there were things you taught me
I never should have learned
I tried cooking with your fire
And the whole kitchen burned
And it's hard & it's hard
Ain't it hard?
To sing a song so sad & so blue
Pining away with the memory of you
Don't this road look rough and hard?
Glinting glass and shining shards
Don't this road stretch on and on?
Next cool breeze snd I'm gone
And it's hard & it's hard
Ain't it hard?
To sing a song so sad & so blue
Pining away with the memory of you
And it's hard & it's hard
Ain't it hard?
To sing a song so sad & so blue
Pining away with the memory of you
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The man said
You can sleep
When you're dead
Clover honey
You can drip it
In my eyes
It's a sweepstakes
That you'll never win
A golden ticket
To a burned down town
Turn me
Round on my head
Spirit ditch dreaming
On an applebed
Blades grow
Between my toes
I gotta run, dear
I have to go
And you wasted
All yer days
On being afraid
On being afraid
And all the rest of yer days
Are getting away
They're getting away
"Don't try"
You'll get crushed by the sky
Magnetic black clouds
Seek rust-ridden heart
I'm spent soil
Yer a prize-winning rose
My shadowed garden
Needs sun to grow
And you wasted
All yer days
On being afraid
On being afraid
And all the rest of them days
Are getting away
They're getting away
And you wasted
All yer days
On being afraid
On being afraid
And all the rest of yer days
Are getting away
They're getting away
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DIY
04:54
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He got a heart like a fever
He'll burn you down
Stack you up like kindling
He burnt 'em all down
But don't forget
Who you were
You gotta watch out for the darkness
It's all around
You can't just walk out with not shoes on
With all this blood on the ground
But don't forget
Who they were
You live your life
Until the livings all gone
You fight for more days
But the night has come
You'd pray but you know that line went dead
&, besides, you'd rather do it yourself
They say we're all the same people
I can't believe that's the truth
When I see so many dying
Well, that's the living proof
But don't forget
Who they were
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ain't got long
02:53
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Baby's on the front porch shucking that corn
Shucking that corn
Baby's on the front porch shucking that corn
So early in the morning
Well, I been in the back patch pulling them weeds
A-picking them weeds
A-tugging them weeds
I been in the back patch pulling them weeds
That noontime sun sure burns hot
Bobtail cat with eyes that gleam
Flashing green
Fierce and mean
Bobtail cat with eyes that gleam
Leaves only feathers
That long dark night with its wicked breeze
Wicked Breeze
That long dark night with its wicked breeze
Cleaves down to the marrow
I'll sing you a song but I ain't got long
Ain't got long, Ain't got long
I'll sing you a song but I ain't got long
So long it's been good to know yuh
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weak (come wind blow)
04:39
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On the lamb again
Eating pork-
Rinds & tater tots
Every sip is a shot
i say goodbye to my former selves
Put them bad books back on the shelf
Steel up this sadsack heart
Weak from the start
Weak from the start, Lord
Weak from the start
Trouble comes & grows & grows
And I've been weak from the start
Come wind blow
The way I feel?
Come wind blow
Blackouts & what-you-dids
Stacked up like bills
Shouldn't have been out drinking
On all them pills
On them pills, Lord
I've been on them pills
Just went out for a little ride
Found a fistful of pills
Come wind blow
The way I feel?
Come wind blow
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Always keep that devil in yer heart
Always keep that devil in yer heart
When the rain's a-howling
And the wind won't seem to quit
Won't you please?
Keep that devil in yer heart
Won't you bring them black clouds along
Won't you bring them black clouds along
That spiteful sun, well,
He had his chance to shine
Won't you bring them black clouds along?
Don't forget to spit on my grave
Don't forget to spit on my grave
When I finally find an ending
And escape this wretched plane
Don't forget to spit on my grave
That mighty Nolin
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A.S. Coomer Elizabethtown, Kentucky
Folk. Americana. Narratives. Ambient Instrumentals. Aubades. Nocturnes. Poetry. Rock & roll. Psychedelia. Alt-
Country.
Five of my tunes were published by The Museum of Americana.
Rural Eminence Volumes One, Two, & Three are instrumental reflections of the rural life.
Songs for Leaving is a poetry/music fusion.
I've got tons of projects cooking.
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