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Cast Iron Skillet
03:09
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Her daddy was the preacher and her mama hated sin
She was never told the trouble that a man could get her in
When she found herself a-waiting on a flood that never came
She signed away her freedom and her name
God loves a shotgun wedding, only Jesus loves a whore
So her feet stood at the altar while her heart ran for the door
As mama kissed her baby’s cheek, relief was in her eyes
She handed her a wedding gift then quickly said goodbye
It was a cast iron skillet, an old frying pan
To feed those little babies, to satisfy her man
To be seasoned with virtue, made rich with sacrifice, and
Heavy as the fear she has inside
She always dreamed of getting out, she was big city bound
But every dream she ever had came crashing to the ground
Now she spends her days in the kitchen and her nights waiting alone
He’ll spend their money drinking and then maybe he’ll come home.
And her cast iron skillet, that old frying pan
Every morning on the stove to feed that selfish man
It is seasoned with bitterness, made rich with tears she’s cried
And burning like the rage she has inside
And it’s burning like the rage she has inside
He always stuck to useless till one day he went too far
He blacked her eye and split her lip then head out to the bar
But when she heard him stagger home she stood behind the door
One hollow thud and he crumpled to the floor
With that cast iron skillet that old frying pan
She found the power that had once been taken from her hands
And it was seasoned with vengeance, a deadly battlecry
But at that moment emptiness was all she felt inside
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2. |
Easier To Go
03:20
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In a world of uncertainty there is one thing I know
You are no good for me but when you darken my door
I get to feelin’ so high and get a feelin’ below
If your lovin’ weren’t so good it would be easier to go
And even though I know I’m above this mess
Every time I get in front of you I just want to undress
‘Cause when your eye catches mine I tend to lose control
If your lovin’ weren’t so good it would be easier to go
It could be easy if you listened to me
It could be easy if you set your conscience free
It could be easy, we could throw out all the rules
But the way that it’s goin’ right now we’re just lookin’ like fools
Your romantic expression, it remains to be seen
You wanna live up to my past boy you gotta treat me like a queen
Every attempted goodbye turns into hello
If your lovin’ weren’t so good it would be easier to go
It could be easy if you listened to me
It could be easy if you set your conscience free
It could be easy, we could throw out all the rules
But the way that it’s goin’ right now we’re just lookin’ like fools
In a world of uncertainty there is one thing I know
You are no good for me but when you darken my door
I get to feelin’ so high and get a feelin’ down below
If your lovin’ weren’t so good it would be easier to go
'Cause when the lovin' ain't no good it's so much easier to go
But your lovin' is so good you're makin' it hard for me to go
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3. |
Hold Your Own
04:39
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When you walk around wearing red letters
When the worses have outweighed the betters
When you’re falling asleep, ‘stead of falling more deep
Feeling loneliest when you’re together
When you’d rather just come to an ending
‘Stead of keeping on breaking and mending
When the heart that’s not yours, though it pleads and implores
Don’t agree with the heart you’re defending
It’s time to hold your own
To find your peace all alone
To go where you’ve been afraid to go
And know that you will hold your own
You’ll hold your own
When the day always seems to escape you
And your demons all tell you they hate you
When you have all the things but you still dash your dreams
Cause failure’s so easy to relate to
When you know there’s a spark somewhere in you
And that’s how you manage to continue
When the matter of time’s at the front of the line
Better wake up and start to dig in, you know it’s
Time to hold your own
To find your peace all alone
To go where you’ve been afraid to go
And know that you will hold your own
You’ll hold your own
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4. |
Rumor Of The Money
05:11
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Well Josie was a widow, and all the people said
Her husband had left her a hundred thou and it was hidden in a lockbox under her bed
She had two sisters whose hearts were full of greed
They heard about that hundred K and they talked about how sweet it would be if they could
Find a way to take it so Josie wouldn’t know; they’d break into her bedroom, take the loot, and steal away to Mexico
One stormy summer evening as the thunder boomed
They broke the lock on the kitchen door and quietly crept into the room
Cause they knew that every evening before she went to bed
Josie took a nightcap from a bottle of Johnny Walker Red
And the bottle was on the counter near the sugar tin
They slipped in a powerful sleeping potion then they popped the cork right back in
The very next night they waited till all the lights went dim
They gave it one more hour, then went to the back door and broke in
And they saw the whisky bottle broken on the floor
They walked past it, down the hall and quietly opened Josie’s bedroom door
When they saw that she was sleeping, they went under the bed
And felt around for the metal box, just like the people in the town had said
But they still hadn’t found it when Josie began to stir,
The sisters panicked, they climbed on top
They held her down until her breathing stopped
Then they searched the house from low to high
And that’s how they found out the rumor of the money was a lie
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5. |
Bills In The Mail
04:22
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You said you were tired of living day to day
Said you could make it this winter in Santa Fe
You said you would write just as soon as you were paid
And I’m still holding out for the promise you made
Cause I got bills in the mail but not one letter
So many bills in the mail but not one letter
Nothing but bills in the mail, but not one letter from you
At first I was dreaming of the way
You’d come back and chase my worry away
But time has gone by and the money’s all gone
There’s not even enough to keep the lights on
Cause I got bills in the mail but not one letter
So many bills in the mail but not one letter
Nothing but bills in the mail, but not one letter from you
When you first left the thing I missed most
Was having a taste of your honey
Three months later I don’t mind sleeping alone
But I sure wish you would write me and send me some money
Cause I got bills in the mail but not one letter
So many bills in the mail but not one letter
Nothing but bills in the mail, but not one letter from you
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6. |
Siren Will Sound
03:49
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This is a dream
This is a drill
Though the branches pound on my window sill
Chances are I’ll be safe tonight
But everyone’s saying the big one is nigh
This is a game
This is a test
Who is it now that you love the best
Sure as the sun
That siren will sound
And when that day comes where will you be bound
Swept out to sea, I won’t be afraid
I know you’ll find me if that is my fate
Chaos around but I will be stand still
If the water don’t drown me my loneliness will
This is a dream
This is a drill
Though the branches pound on my window sill
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7. |
Silent Message
03:30
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You still call me sweetheart
You still tell me I’m your only one
But where once you held my gaze, now you just look away
Please don’t leave me wondering whether we’re done
Well you used to lean into my touch
Used tremble beneath my caress
Now you walk just ahead, was it something I said
Please just tell me and don’t leave me to guess
So now my darlin’ tell me
Have you lost the love I used to make you feel
If you’re leaving, let your words be the ones to break the news to me dear
Instead of this silent message that only my heart can hear
I know that something is amiss dear
By the way you keep to the far side of the bed
Still you say that everything’s fine here,
Making me wonder if it’s all in my head
I suppose I’ll just walk away now
There’s no way to save this, oh no
Somehow I thought you’d never let me go
So now my darlin’ tell me
Have you lost the love I used to make you feel
If you’re leaving, let your words be the ones to break the news to me dear
Instead of this silent message that only my heart can hear
So if you’re leaving, let your words be the ones to break the news to me dear
Instead of this silent message
Instead of this silent message
Instead of this silent message that only my heart can hear
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8. |
Still You Stay
03:37
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I have been loved deeply
I’ve been loved completely
And still I have yearned for something more
I’ve been loved without condition
Still I’ve been left wishin’
For new love to greet me at the door
I’ve found heads-up pennies
Turned one wish into many
And still I‘ve wished for 15 more
I’ve been one to test my luck
To see if it is strong enough
To keep our love from washing up on shore
Like the wind, like the waves
Like the storm that lasts for days
I can crash, I can rage
I can bend you till you break
Oh but still……… still you stay
I have been a quitter
I’ve turned sweet love bitter
Said some careless words that left you scarred
I have carved some distance on the path of least resistance
Turned my back when easy times got hard
Like the wind, Like the waves
Like the storm that lasts for days
I can crash, I can rage
I can bend you till you break
Oh but still……… still you stay
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9. |
Eight Minute Call
02:51
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60 minute calling card, I’ve used up 52
On the phone with my lover over in Duluth
I’m tired of the distance, I’m tired of the cold
I need my lover’s hand to hold
I did my time in Michigan, and now I’m on parole
Law says that I gotta stay, but my heart tells me to go
Soon as I cross the border I’ll make that dreaded call
And I’ll have eight minutes to try to explain it all
Oh my PO may not forgive me
But if love is a thing he ever knew
Maybe he’ll take pity on me
In my eight minute call to Kalamazoo
I thought I’d have forever to spend with my man
But he got called up yesterday by good old Uncle Sam
Now they’re counting down the hours till he gets shipped away
I can’t let a single minute go to waste
Oh my PO may not forgive me
But if love is a thing he ever knew
Maybe he’ll take pity on me
In my eight minute call to Kalamazoo
I explained my situation as the minutes ticked on by
I coulda sworn I heard that stern old man choke up and cry
I waited for his answer white knuckled on the phone
But instead of his voice I heard the dial tone
Oh my PO may not forgive me
But if love is a thing he ever knew
Maybe he’ll take pity on me
In my eight minute call to Kalamazoo
In my eight minute call to Kalamazoo
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10. |
More Than Your Dog
03:36
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Well I’m looking for love and I’m looking in your direction
You know I don’t need a lot all I need is a little affection
Why is it so hard to find what I need
I don’t wanna beg and I don’t wanna plead
I don’t ask for much, my standards aren’t high
There’s just one thing that I need in a guy
You’ve got to love me more than your dog, your dog, your dog
You’ve got to love me more than your dog, your dog, your dog
You don’t even got to love me a lot
You just gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta love me more than your dog
Now I’ve been with men who don’t wanna sit down and dine
Going to the dog park is their idea of a good time
You see it ain’t gonna work if you seem to think
That picking up shit is more fun than drinks
I don’t wanna share a bed made for two
With someone else who’s hairier than you
You’ve got to love me more than your dog, your dog, your dog
You’ve got to love me more than your dog, your dog, your dog
You don’t even got to love me a lot
You just gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta love me more than your dog
If you get fleas I won’t scratch your itch
Unless I know I’m your #1 bitch
You’ve got to love me more than your dog, your dog, your dog
You’ve got to love me more than your dog, your dog, your dog
You don’t even got to love me a lot
You just gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta love me more than your
Dog, your dog, your dog
You’ve got to love me more than your dog, your dog, your dog
You don’t even got to love me a lot
You just gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta love me more than your dog
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