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If I Have Let You Down

by A.S. Coomer

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The little boy play his song I couldn't help but sing along With the picking & the grinning & the chance to be candid Well I couldn't help but sing along I couldn't wait to leave my home All I wanted was to roam Put some past in my mirror, point my tires down south I couldn't wait to leave my home And if I have let you down I hope you find it in your hearts to still come around Cos we need to understand The world it spins & gives & takes & doesn't give a damn I headed out on a run After that little boy's song was sung I put my guitar on my back with a shoulder-strap & I headed out on a run
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Mary Ann opens camp on the first day of spring She paddles them kids on through June I came back for my second year Just to keep Mary Ann near Sitting around the campfire just a-tellin' lies That fickle sickle moon continues to glow All the campers went to bed about a half-hour ago I think it's time I made my move Mary Ann, Mary Ann You know that I care for you Well it's true that I would do anything in the world to change this hand I've been dealt I can't just be another notch in yer bible belt She's become know as camp Jezebel For a-turnin' heads & a-breakin' hearts Well she can spread the Good News like a robin's song In my single cot she sang it all night long Well here's your song As sweet as hallelujah but not as long Well here's my ride One last kumbaya before a long goodbye to you
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The Fall 03:19
Loaded like dice Second guessing your whole life You're just one step ahead of the fall Spinning with the sound Too loud to be shut down You're a prideful disaster Here comes the fall There ain't no end to the fall at all There ain't no end to the fall at all You can beg & scream, cuss & crawl But there ain't no end to the fall at all You're ashamed to be alive But you don't even realize That you ain't living You're just hanging around You take more than give You got a heart just like sieve Well here's to that wicked sweet tooth rotting out yer head
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Well I woke up this morning, boys, & I wanted to die Without a reason to give Or a secret to hide It seems like no matter which way I look That heavy handed sun always looks me directly in my bloodshot eyes Now skip the ad But embrace the fad Become the God on the screen Don't pay me a single mind Or a single stream Just spin what you want Don't listen to a thing they say Cos if it sounds real then it probably don't pay But fuck 'em That's what I say But fuck 'em That's what I just sang Well I woke up this morning, friends With big, fat tears in my eyes Just knowing that I'd quit one of these days Just not yet And there went Death in his black tractor trailer Cruising on 90 & not doing any favors I-65 southbound and down Fuck 'im That's what I say Fuck 'im That's what I just sang to Death You know what? Fuck it Let's call into work today Man, fuck it Let's call into work for life

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Four quarantine home recordings from A.S. Coomer.

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released May 1, 2020

Written, Recorded, & Performed by A.S. Coomer ©2020

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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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