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Human Hands
04:09
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Rain
03:20
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Whiskey 101
02:46
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whiskey, you are my savior,
burbon is true splendor,
and it's to you I ask this favor:
take me home
yeah take me home.
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4. |
Cactus Man
02:36
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I'm a cactus man
got a cactus arm
in cactus land
got a cactus farm
with a practiced hand
in the dry mojave
I till the sand
grow blue agave
cause I know
nothing else of consequence can grow.
well she would be
my desert flower
my buzzing bee
my april shower
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5. |
Dark
02:05
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6. |
Pitt River Blues
06:46
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7. |
Heavy Boots
03:20
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far and wide across the sea no matter when or where I be as distant as the eyes can see heavy boots carry me.
heavy boots they carry me far and wide across the sea wide and far across the sea these boots they carry heavily
and the wind
comes a rushing
bootstraps pull and heartstrings tug as heavy boots go where they will I'm hanging to the windowsill, black soles rub against the floor.
as I'm walking to the door, arches red and ankles sore
my muscles curl and twist about, tendons peel across the floor
and the wind rushes in the door
my feet are old my heart is sore
and the wind
could I ask for more
you hear my heart and ocean roar.
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8. |
Crankybones
02:54
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I know I'm young and you're a bit older, but fuck it, it's a number.
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9. |
Worn and Weathered
02:40
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Throw caution to the wind, lord how long has it been? Oh, where do I begin? Ramble on for days just to wind up in this place
with your patience and your grace.
Compassion, understanding, when demands are rather stranding
friends like you are a grand thing
worn and weathered but standing strong
we've all seen our dark days with help from friends along
With you all in my life, world can throw me now strife, oh
troubles never rife
and we'll throw the bottles back, till we're seeing carbon black
on the tethered track.
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10. |
Harrowed
03:56
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Harrowed, calling me away, I can't feel the pain, it's shifting everyday. Cold birds all circled round, searching for their prey, down on the mottled ground
and you, holding up your hand like you can reach this smog and wrap it into thread
grown hallow sweet and soft, can't quite call it dead with all it's branches falling off.
sun-soothed winds rattle, waking from the rain
moonshine in the bottle, waxing as I wane.
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Fiction is Fun Denver, Colorado
we are a 7 piece bluegrass folk adventure band from Denver Colorado. The sound is upbeat. The content is exciting. The vibe is contagious. The style is unmatched.
We do events and we take requests.
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