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Leave Me in the Desert
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Leave me in the desert where there's no one left to chase me
When the hourglass is runnin' out of sand
No angels in my wake and there's no devil left to face me
When the saints go makin' they demands
And oh, when the levee break, I'll chalk it up to my mistake
The pressure's simply gotten out of hand
I feel at home inside this maze I been awake for forty days
And I haven't had as much as I can stand
Leave me in the desert like a bullet leave the barrel
If you don't believe me, this is how you do
I got the sins of seven fathers and there's no one left to bother
And I sure ain't gettin' anywhere with you
I roll like a tidal wave, my Sunday best and worst behavior
Singin' hallelujah, drinkin' shine
I never gave a damn, and this is just the way I am
You know this gutter suits me fine
This is Afterlife County Line
You're gonna pay your toll, gonna do your time
This is Afterlife County Line
You're gonna sell your soul, like I did mine
My face and boots are lookin' more alike each day
And this hell on wheels is almost out of gas
Just remember when you cross the county line
Even this life too shall pass
Leave me in the desert, I been drivin' forty days
With a pack of smokes as empty as your heart
And every empty bottle gonna hurt when come tomorrow
When you see your house of mirrors fall apart
The lord ain't gonna save me and I might be goin' crazy
But the truth is I don't mind
Like a jester janglin' bells I'll earn my ticket back to hell
That train always runs on time
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Where I Go...
04:42
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This is where I go walkin’
This is where I might never come back
This is where I go walkin’
On the wrong side of my own tracks
This is where I go drinkin’
Like a river, come wash me away
This is where I go drinkin’
I don’t care if it’s Judgment Day
This is where I go gamblin’
Away a little piece of my soul
This is where I go gamblin’
And I’m gonna lose this roll
This is where I go drivin’
This is where I feel at home
This is where I go drivin’
When I get too alone
This is where I don’t think that you’ve been
This is where you prove me wrong
This is where I don’t think that you’ve been
But you’ve lived here all along
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Flip Cassidy and The Junkyard Gospel Los Angeles, California
The Reverend Flip Cassidy is a rusty man who plays rusty songs on rusty guitars. The Junkyard Gospel is a howling, raging
acoustic sound bellowed forth with a voice like a rusty saw blade.
Outlaw folk, apocalyptic Americana perfect for driving on long desert highways. Pairs well with whiskey. Won't help with your sins.
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