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Drive Like a Christian
04:29
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She’s a girl whose eyes are older than she really is
She’s seen her life and that’s the way that she lives
She walks down the street with her bare feet showing
No idea where the hell she’s going
A white dress on and gardenias in her hair
She raises her arms and shakes her fists
She yells you can’t do anything like this
She don’t give a damn who even stares
Then she drives around town without her top on
In a ’75 burnt orange Datsun
Waving at anyone who stops and glares
And all she wants to do…is
Dance in the graveyard
Get drunk by the minimart
Talk crap at the local hangout bar
And we all know it…we all know
We all know she’s running out of time
But we keep wishing
She’d just drive like a Christian
And maybe she’ll make it home tonight
With her long dark hair and big brown eyes
She’ll make you turn and look at her twice
But if you’re not careful you just might fall in love
You can kiss her lips and caress her skin
But her steel bar heart won’t let you in
Because all those tricks you got she’s above
And all she wants to do…is
Howl in the moonlight
Tell stories by the firelight
Moan in the morning light and gripe
And we all know it…we all know
We all know she’s running out of time
But we keep wishing
She’d just drive like a Christian
And maybe she’ll make it home tonight
Road signs never know where it is you started from
They can smile like the sun
But they don’t know how far it is you’ve come
You can walk down a road until your old
Dancing along playing your banjo
Singing “If you want to get high, get high”
You can drive your car off a cliff
Stand at the top a stare at it
Watch it burn and then just say goodbye
And all she wants to do…is
Sleep in the church pews
Waste money on new tattoos
Talk crap at the local TV news
And we all know it…we all know
We all know she’s running out of time
But we keep wishing
She’d just drive like a Christian
And maybe she’ll make it home alive
But we keep wishing
She’d just drive like a Christian
And maybe she’ll make it home tonight
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2. |
Hey Now, Ophelia
03:26
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Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
Come down and cleanse my soul today
Please, please, please
Wash these bad clouds all away
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
With me
She was singing in a good-time band
Spending her nights in a Chevy van
Fair to fair with a guitar man
Tall, dry grass at the summer’s end
Rolling her dice and having fun
With no idea what might come
Fanning the flames of his heart and love
Just a good-time girl
Dancing in the summer sun
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
Come down and cleanse my soul today
Please, please, please
Wash these bad clouds all away
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
With me
Last show and it’s time to go
Is what she said to him
Maybe if we’re lucky we will meet again
Rolling dice ‘til the morning light
Might be fun in the summer time
But itchy feet and an anxious heart
Tells a good-time girl when it’s time to part
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
Come down and cleanse my soul today
Please, please, please
Wash these bad clouds all away
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
With me
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
Come down and cleanse my soul today
Please, please, please
Wash these bad clouds all away
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
With me
Hey now, Ophelia won’t you please just stay
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She’s got something, something on her mind
She says it’s nothing, can’t be nothing all the time
You know she wonders, yeah she wonders sometimes
If she’s trip, trip, tripping right out of her mind
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing in her head
I think you know that song
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing
Almost right, almost wrong
Taste of moonshine, moonshine in her throat
I think she’s sinking down, sinking in this boat
Guitar player, playing funky notes
She hears a beat, beat, beating of a drum…
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing in her head
I think you know that song
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing
Almost right, almost wrong
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing in her head
I think you know that song
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing
Almost right, almost wrong, almost right
She’s got something, something on her mind
Her bell is ringing out and she’s hanging on the line
You know I wonder, yeah I wonder sometimes
If she’s trip, trip, tripping right dnim reh fo tuo
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing in her head
I think you know that song
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing
Almost right, almost wrong, almost right
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing in her head
I think you know that song
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing
Almost right, almost wrong
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing in her head
I think you know that song
Whoa, oa there’s a radio playing
Almost right, almost wrong
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She’s been fumbling for her keys
For a long, long time
Making lefts without her blinker
And running red lights
She’s been drinking like a fish
And shoving junk in her skin
She’s got a broke down heart
That she’s been trying to forget
But I know…She’s not a bad, bad kid
But she’s only …
Halfway between
St. Albans and Barboursville tonight
She’s in the middle of the road all alone
In a knockdown, drag-out fight
She’s only halfway between, halfway between
St. Albans and Barboursville tonight
She’s fumbling again;
She’s on the ground like she’s been robbed
She’s crossed the Mud,
But she’s a long, long way from the Guyandotte
With her bloodshot eyes
And her half screwed lid
She’s out of her mind
In a sideways skid
But I know…She’s not a bad, bad kid
But she’s only …
Halfway between
St. Albans and Barboursville tonight
She’s in the middle of the street
Trying to beat out all the hurt in her life
She’s only halfway between, halfway between
St. Albans and Barboursville tonight
But I know…She’s not a bad, bad kid
But I know…She’s not a bad, bad kid
But she’s only …
Halfway between
St. Albans and Barboursville tonight
She’s in the middle of the road all alone
In a knockdown, drag-out fight
She’s only halfway between, halfway between
St. Albans and Barboursville tonight
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She’s howling like the wind
She’s banging on the door
And those pills inside her pocket
They don’t calm her nerves no more
It’s like staring at a stranger
Lost identity
There’s rot inside the limb
And it’s killing the family tree
(You say) Hi Dee Ho
You gotta let her go
That’s all I know
Yeah, Hi Dee Ho
(You say) Hi Dee Ho
Just go with the flow
You gotta let her go, go, go, go, go
She’s driving off the road
Giving you a scare
And when she walks into a room
Well, she sucks up all the air
She blows in just like autumn
Knocks down all the leaves
She’s digging up the roots
And killing the family tree
(You say) Hi Dee Ho
You gotta let her go
That’s all I know
Yeah, Hi Dee Ho
(You say) Hi Dee Ho
Just go with the flow
You gotta let her go, go, go, go, go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh you gotta let her go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah hi dee ho
She’s tearing at your heartstrings
It’s terrible to see
There’s rot inside the limb
And it’s killing the family tree
(You say) Hi Dee Ho
You gotta let her go
That’s all I know
Yeah, Hi Dee Ho
(You say) Hi Dee Ho
Just go with the flow
You gotta let her go, go, go, go, go
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6. |
West to the Ocean
04:03
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Oh Lord, don’t you let me down again
West to the ocean
Fill your eyes
Embrace your destiny
Paradise
You’ll be a bright light
The gypsy said
Peace will come and lift you up
It’s right out ahead…of you
Oh Lord, don’t you let me down again
I couldn’t take me another year like this
West to the ocean
Wash away the sin
Oh Lord, don’t you let me down again
Pack your bags and lace your boots
Say goodbye to all your roots
Watch it all disappear
Fading away in the rearview mirror
You’ll be a bright light
Just wait and see
You’ll feel the surf around your knees
Sunshine on your sleeves
Oh Lord, don’t you let me down again
I couldn’t take me another year like this
West to the ocean
Wash away the sin
Oh Lord, don’t you let me down again
She came from Charlotte
Five years ago
Drove across the country
Until she hit the coast
Set up a little shop
Down on the road
Selling jewelry and crosses
To all the Jesus folks
Oh Lord, don’t you let me down again
I couldn’t take me another year like this
West to the ocean
Wash away the sin
Oh Lord, don’t you let me down again
West to the ocean
Fill your eyes,
Embrace your destiny
Paradise
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Patrick Storedahl Olympia, Washington
Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Olympia. Has played guitar and keyboards with Just Plain Bill, as well as, sitting in with other local bands. He has been involved with many projects including 7 JPB albums, 11 of his own. He's now playing and writing in Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. ... more
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