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There's a train comin' round the bend
where it's going, I've never been
I don't need to know but, Lord, I want to go
When that train comes round the bend
I've never been one to stay
A new place most every day
I don't have no shame for these tracks they are to blame
and that train comin round the bend
Oh Lord, I know you know
There's some place you want me to go
I just want to know that you want me to go
when that train comes round the bend.
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For Mom
02:13
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This one’s for the woman who was always there for me
She was there when I fell just to bandage up my knee
Talkin’ bout the woman I call my mom
Long late nights of worrying longer days of working hard
Teaching from the good book that I so often disregard
She was there, was there through it all
This one’s for the woman who celebrated when I won
She was there when I failed and said my time would come
And it gets dark right before the dawn
Broken glasses, spilled perfume, cracked eggs, and carpet stains
Legos under her bare feet and all my selfish ways
Talking bout, talking bout my mom
Every day I know she prayed
I’d find my way, God bless her faith,
Bravery, fortitude, and grace
My bouquets of dandelions were roses in her eyes
Now I sure hope that she’d enjoy a few simple lyric lines
So for her, for her I wrote this song
All about, all about my mom.
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Smoke in Heaven
03:42
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I got a call from my doctor this morning
He said I got bad news, and you ain’t gonna like it
But it’s time you got to choose between your lungs and your cigarettes
You’ve been smoking too long
And it’s time to give it up
Before you collapse a lung
Besides, no one wants to be your friend
When you smell like them damn cancer sticks
It's time to grow, grow old, and leave the smoking to the French.
Man, I sure hope that we can smoke in heaven
That would be alright
If when I met my maker
I could ask him for a light
Man I sure hope that we can smoke in heaven,
Bare feet in the sand
Kicking back with Jesus
With a fat one in our hand
So I’m making my request known
I’m gonna do my best ‘till He calls me home
But when I get to heaven I’ll be looking forward to that smoke.
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Pecos Kid
03:35
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I'm going back to 'Burque and I'm looking for me a good time
I Said I'm going back to 'Burque and I'm looking for me a good time
If you ain't looking for no trouble than, man, you better step aside
First I'm goin to fetch my woman, yeah, Rancherita, here I come
First I'm goin to fetch my woman, yeah, Rancherita, here I come
She was Raised up on green chile and i know that woman Give me some
I was born down on the Pecos so people don't you fool me round
I was born down on the Pecos so people don't you fool me round
'Cause when you're messing with a South Dog you might just end up in ground
Goin' back to Burque and you know that I'm a jealous man
Goin' back to Burque and you know that I'm a jealous man
If you're lookin at my woman you'll wind up in the Rio Grand.
I was born down on the Pecos where the water meets the desert sand
I was born down on the Pecos where the water meets the desert sand
If you're looking for a good time then come on babe take my hand
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(I)
I hear you calling my name,(X2)
(IV)
I hear you in the morning time, and I hear you in the evening too (X2)
(V) (IV) (I)
I could be six feet underground but I’d still shiver at the sound of you
I keep on playing my songs, (X2)
If you count the odds I’m bound to lose and my prides all black and bruised (X2)
I swear I heard you smile and say, “Now, that’s something I could use.”
So I call your name out loud (X2)
Said come on and get me Lord, I’m all dried up and just about through (X2)
You said, “Come here son, let me fill your cup, take a big drink, ‘cause there’s still work to do”
+Bridge (VI) - (VII) - (I) - (II) (X2)
+Instrumental Verse
I hear you calling my name (X2)
I hear you in the morning time, and I hear you in the evening too (X2)
I could be six feet underground but I’d still shiver at the sound of you
I keep on playing my songs (X2)
I hear you all alone sometimes and I hear you in this smokey bar too (X2)
I could be six feet underground but I’d still shiver at the sound of you
I keep on playing my songs (X2)
To me they all sound the same but this old man says he likes my tunes (X2)
Refrain:
(V) (IV)
He said, “I ain’t say that I ain’t heard better, but I got the feelin’ that I’d like your record,
(V) (IV) (I)
Reminds me of a time when my love and I used to dance all night to them juke box blues.”
Bridge with lyrics:
Outro/Bridge (VI) - (VII) - (I) - (II) (I hear you calling my name) (X4)
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Forty hours, eight-a-day, five in a row then I’d get paid
Call up my gal and tell her I'm on my way
With a box of chocolates and roses too
Gonna hit the town put on our dancing shoes
I’d spend all my money but you know that I’d be getting laid
So I kept on working, she did too
I brought home the money then we made two
Of daddy’s little angels with eyes of blue
Then all that changed in the twinkle of an eye
On the day that I got fired
I said I’d stay home take of everything
I’d do all the dishes and I’d cook and clean
I’d stay at home with the kids while she got her old job back
Didn’t sound too bad
But now I don’t party and I don’t much laugh
Cause I do all the dishes and take out the trash
She picked up more hours and I picked up the mop and broom
Too true
I say oh my Lord what have done
To receive this retribution
I’ll do anything that you ask me to
Just to ditch these stay-at-home daddy blues
Now I can’t pull the kids from their screens
And I done shrunk the whole dang family's jeans
Now when she gives me the eye, I reply, babe not tonight
I’m too tired
Cause that Pinterest meal you wanted, well, it went sideways
The whole thing went up in one big fiery blaze
The kids are getting hungry and it’s already half past eight
Getting late.
Besides, I'll be up before the dawn
Cooking you all breakfast then I know you’ll be gone
Enjoying your drive to work while you leave me here to slave
Every day
I say oh my Lord what have done
To receive this retribution
I’ll do anything that you ask me to
Just to ditch these stay at home daddy blues
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Here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
I said here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
Trying to get away but they keep pullin’ me back in
Well I went down to Texas but they told me to move on
Said I went down to Texas but they told me to move on
Said, “You can’t play around here boy unless you play that Stevie Ray Vaughan.”
Here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
I said here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
Trying to get away but they keep pullin’ me back in
Well I went to see my baby and I brought here a nice sweet song
Went to see my baby and I brought here a nice sweet song
She said, “If that’s how you think you’re gonna get lucky boy you’ve got me all wrong.”
Here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
I said here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
Trying to get away but they keep pullin’ me back in
So I moved out here to Nashville writing songs for a country star
Moved out here to Nashville writing songs for a country star
They said, “On second thought, you better stick to playin that blues guitar.”
Here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
I said here I am playin’ them 12 bar blues again
Trying to get away but they keep pullin’ me back in
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I got a call from my doctor this morning
He said I got bad news, and you ain’t gonna like it
But it’s time you got to choose between your lungs and your cigarettes
You’ve been smoking too long
And it’s time to give it up
Before you collapse a lung
Besides, no one wants to be your friend
When you smell like them damn cancer sticks
It's time to grow, grow old, and leave the smoking to the French.
Man, I sure hope that we can smoke in heaven
That would be alright
If when I met my maker
I could ask him for a light
Man I sure hope that we can smoke in heaven,
Bare feet in the sand
Kicking back with Jesus
With a fat one in our hand
So I’m making my request known
I’m gonna do my best ‘till He calls me home
But when I get to heaven I’ll be looking forward to that smoke.
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Jhett Black Nashville, Tennessee
Foot stomping rhythms and raucous slide guitar wage war on struggle beneath the bass/baritone howls
of Jhett
Black.
After a decade of playing dive bars, the recent pandemic has forced his hands back into
the rural soil of his
youth. The blues, woven into the young man’s heart, pour out with the passionate
performance of an older soul.
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