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JohnPhillip
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| 06/15/2008 7:02 PM |
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Forgive me if tis has been covered but I swear I searched, anyway I'm wondering does anyone have lyrics to Cowboy and Blue Motel? |
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Phillip Reid
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| 06/15/2008 7:52 PM |
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Hello there--not up on the site yet, but here's Blue Motel--I have most of Cowboy but need to confirm a couple question marks--let me do that.
Blue Motel
Cowboy full of graces
Waiting on a small-town waitress
He’s bought him a one-way
On a brown-eye
The Dealer nods and raises
I know where he keeps his aces
They’ll up the stakes
Oh, he’ll win again
But you’re back in Carson City
And that’s all I can feel
So there’s nobody in this
Nobody in this blue motel
The music pulls me under
Now paint myself by numbers
And sell off my reds, oh my blues again
Crowd will start to sway
Shiny tears and sweet refrains
Some distance between here and loneliness
In between these songs I sing
I made a mess of everything
There’s nobody in this
Nobody in this blue motel
How long am I going to be trouble
Baby, how long am I going to want to run?
How long am I going to be wishing
That you would want some trouble to come along?
Heroes at the bar
Drinks for me and my guitar
They’ll save the day take me lower tonight
But at the corner table
I picture you just how you
Show up from nowhere
On some nowhere train
But you’re back in Carson City
It’s probably just as well
‘Cause there’s nobody in this
Nobody in this blue motel
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JohnPhillip
Posts:4
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| 06/16/2008 6:12 PM |
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| Thank you so much! |
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Phillip Reid
Posts:1671
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| 06/17/2008 8:24 AM |
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| Yep--asked T for help filling in Cowboy--she is major jet-lagged from Norway today but she'll surface before long. |
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Phillip Reid
Posts:1671
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| 06/24/2008 7:36 AM |
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JohnPhillip--T just sent me Cowboy, so these are straight from the source:
Cowboy
If I were a cowboy, Id ride the range.
I'd carry your letters and read them in the rain.
I'd ride to Texas, the Mexico plain.
I'd carry your letters and ride away.
Oh, the night gets cold.
Mercy comes knocking me down.
Mercy, knocking me down.
I would take what I could carry.
I would take what I could keep.
I would speak in words of kindness, even in my sleep.
I would watch the red sun dying but the moon would cover me,
Spending silver nickels on a horse, just being free.
Oh, the night gets cold.
Mercy comes knocking me down.
Mercy, knocking me down.
Winter work is easy.
Nobody in the store.
So I count the prairie fences,
A thousand mornings more,
When I will dream that we pass these towns
Without changing up our minds
And you are just a drifter in my arms and in my eyes.
I cannot fall into these strangers,
Their voices cracked and rough,
But I know you have another.
She's your fair and tender love.
So darling don't you worry,
Darling don't you cry.
Come and have some breakfast,
Stay for a while.
I'll hide my eyes down,
No one will see.
Darling, don't you worry,
Don't worry about me.
Oh, the night gets cold.
Mercy comes knocking me down.
Mercy, knocking me down.
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filberthockey
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| 06/24/2008 8:13 AM |
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| It's great to know what she was actually singing. Say, can you get her to SING it sometime, too? |
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Phillip Reid
Posts:1671
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| 06/24/2008 3:41 PM |
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| You're pretty good at that yourself, FLS--who knows how long it'd been since Blue Motel . . . |
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