1. |
Too Hard To Hobo
03:51
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North Carolina in the mornin’ smokin’
Down Chattanooga in the duff and clay
Raisin’ Arizona in the motel lobby
Stocktucky Baby Ypsilanti I Stay
Colorado Rockyline horizon talkin’
California Redwood had somethin’ to say
Chicago City’s there a waitin’ for me
Fly Costa Rica, Sail McGregor Bay-Bay
Yodelay-Hey-Hey-Hoo
Head to Louisiana New Orleans Yeah
Jamaica callin’ with that Kingston Sway
Need Portuguese to see Bahia
Capoeira Lady I Get Carried Away-Away
Go Away-Hey-Hey-Hoo
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2. |
Cincinnati Gal
03:12
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My Cincinnati Gal
She helps me see the “Now” in the moment
She kissed me on the cheek
My smile I couldn’t keep at bay and she noticed it
And I do not need another one
You can take the rest and have your fun
You can take it fast, You can take your time
Brother, I don’t care cuz I feel fine
Well I was a ship at wreck
When she walked by I twist my neck, no foolin’
Oh I felt so lost at sea and I got myself in some shit so deep
But this Cincy Gal she played it cool
Her hair was blue and her eyes was too
She scratched my back, screwed up my fur,
I’m a kitty cat and she makes me purr
Now I don’t know East from West
But when she’s with me any way’s the best, Scout’s Honor
Yeah she might be pretty young
But she helps me rise instead of settin’ sun- it’s a natural fact
Well you could be right, you could be wrong
You can place your bets, say my shot is long
And you can beat me up and you can tear me down
But this Ypsi Boy’s still goan be Cincy Bound
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3. |
Spinnin' Wheel
03:49
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I fell into it like I always do
You'd think by now I'd have a fuckin' clue
This Spinnin' Wheel that I keep clingin' to
It can only go around
Lift me up to run me down
Every one is different
But it's always the same
We wait for the one that's bound to wander away
And when it's done we try to be OK
OK it's over now, one last kiss goodnight
We tuck ourselves and turn off the light
Despite it not feelin' right
And so we spin the wheel
Caught in the Spinnin' Wheel
Just a Spinnin' Wheel...
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4. |
Ecclesiastes 1:18
05:26
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Wasn't always such a mess
Guess he got a little depressed
On that long ole road to happiness out west
He was from Californ-I-A
But back then was better days
Uncle Sam took his medicaid away
And he was grinnin'
Good ole Uncle Sam stood there singin' a sad ole song
All day long...
He was singin' "Suffer for Joy, every girl and boy
For every helpin' hand there will be a strikin' hand
And if you got the rocks, well you can get your knocks
Know that every hand you hold, one day you will unhold"
Well he couldn't talk too good,
Didn't have all the teeth he should
I saw him cryin' on a park bench all alone
He stopped and asked me for a light
I nodded and grabbed my pipe
Almost spent us a long ole night in jail
And they were grinnin',
The good cop and the bad cop started singin' a sad ole song
All night long...
They were singin',"Suffer for joy, every little girl and boy
For every helpin' hand's gonna be a strikin' hand
And if you got the rocks, you can get your knocks
Know that every hand you hold one day you're gonna have to unhold"
He took the fall and they hauled him off
Blue in his, holes in his cough
Coulda kicked him down at The Docks for all I know
He turned and he thanked to me
He paid the price to keep me free
But all I heard was piano keys
But he was grinnin',
Piano-Man with cuffs for hands started singin' that sad ole song
Oh such a sad ole song...
He was singin',"Suffer for joy, every girl and boy
For every honest man there will be a dishonest man
And if you got the rocks, you can get your knocks
Cuz only love stands a chance to stay in love"
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N.Y.C.
02:28
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New York City, New York City
Ain't it a party, ain't it a pity
I'm wanderin' 'round, wish I had a buck fitty
Just a lonely hobo singin' me a ditty
All Day Long...
Got a long bucket-list, don't include Time Square
But I'm 'bout to turn 30 and I got a wild hair
And I took a Greyhound Bus just to get me here
If you don't know me you better leave well aware
I'm talkin'-
So I took me a stroll down in Central Park
I was lookin' for a lady, lookin' for a spark
I might be waitin' here long after dark
If you don't like my bite, you oughtta hear my bark
Singin'-
Well I miss my dog and I miss my kitty
I'm just a country boy who had to call it quitty
It gets a little dirty and it gets a little gritty,
But I can't find a place to shit in this city
Singin'-
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6. |
Leaving Well Enough
06:08
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In this life I get a little crazy
In this life I get a little whittled down
In this life it gets a little hazy
Other times I think I figured it all out
But no one really knows, and no one really cares
No one... 'cept maybe... No one... No one's even there
Dad said boy, "When you're younger
You always lookin' to get old
Before you look over your little shoulder
You're singin' 'Oh My God, where did my glory day just go?!'"
And singin' "Oh, Oh No, Oh, Oh yeah,
Oh, Well Maybe, Oh, Well, Well, Well, Well, Well"
Grandpa say, "It won't be much longer"
This old house won't be his house no more
He been livin' here for a long ole time,
But there's only one way off of this killin' floor
I'm singin' "Oh, Oh, Oh Yeah,
Oh, There Ain't Goan Be No Maybe, Oh, Well, Well, Well, Well, Well"
One for money, two for show, three get ready to let go, oh no
One for money, two for show, three get ready to let go, oh no
One for money, two for show, I ain't ready to let go...
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7. |
Axis
03:42
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Catchin' up to my issue
Sensin' somethin' in my rear view
I was born snapped in two
One wants to live the other wants to lose
Lean a little to the right
God I hope that I can win this fight
Beat myself up once or twice
And a bloody nose right now sounds so nice
So I tip right over
Spit my teeth up for ya,
And I'm one day older
And I'm one less soldier dyin', but I ain't dead yet
Like to come off kinda crude
After all I'm just another dude
I got a need to consume
And I don't know how to shake this mood
So I flip right over
Stick my neck out for ya
Watch me tip right over
Cuz I'm far from sober- I spill my guts right out
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8. |
Ready Aim
03:37
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You and I rely on ourselves
The truth in the lie of trusting somebody else
But intertwined is where I find I don't mind the crime
How could I know? What could prepare?
Why did you show? Who put you there?
Never really knew what was best, but I know what I like
Might of made it a few more years, but why put up a fight?
And all that changed since you got in my range
And you're the target in my sights
My bow is braced as we fall into place
I take a breath before I say... "You're Mine"
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9. |
Ever Ending Echo
04:21
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The girl that you miss that ain't comin' back
Looks just like you left her 'fore you got off track
And if you saw her now, not a wrinkle would show
But if you know what is missin' then you already-
When you think of the girl in the middle of night
She looks just like the picture with her hair hangin' right
And she ain't got no makeup, She ain't got no bow
She don't need either, but you already, already-
And she won't come home, And you won't go back
Comin' all undone, Honey don't say that
Is it all my fault for the way I am
And we're movin' on, Do you remember when?
All my life, all my day, on my mind, the way she said...
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Mt. Hope Rd. Munith, Michigan
Mt. Hope Rd. is the outfit that presents the songs of Caleb Zweifler.
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