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Cién Años
01:18
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Huron
04:10
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Your, your voice is a bridge
From one foreign heart to another
And your, your brain is a passport check
Saying, do you have your papers in order?
As I pass over Lake Huron
I tell him that he’s just a puddle dressed up like a sea
And if I could erase ten thousand years of glacial movement
There’d be no waters or bridges or borders between you and me
Well some say, just put up a fence
Keep your mind and your heart behind a department of self-defense
But I’ve found an immigrant thought now and then
Could keep us living in the present tense
And should it come about Bricks laid up to the South
I’ll wait at the bridge
On the mouth of Lake Huron
And should they take a stand on the North Shore too
So that I’ll never more see I-94 fade into my rearview
Then your voice will have to do
That bridge is always true
When the walls and the borders
Will not let me through
Then I will swim Lake Huron for you
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Just O'er the Fox
06:29
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Well just o’er the Fox and just West of Eastview
On the South side of North Avenue
On the banks of the river, there’s a watering hole
With a glass that is waiting for you
The years will turn back, and you’ll feel winter warm
As you quietly sit at the bar
And an Irishman’ll greet you, he’ll say, The name’s Shay
And I can see that you’ve come from pretty far
But when you’re at my table, you’re never far from home
As the fish fries, the shepherds pie and boxty arrives
And you get to know all in the room
The world a bit brighter, with each glass of cider
And you could swear spring has bloomed
So you’re cheering with Shay, as you watch every play
And it’s this year for our boys in blue
And the regulars behind you are quick to remind you
They say, You know, it’s true
That when you’re at his table, you’re never far from home
He’s ready and he’s able, to serve you as one of his own
And a chair’s always open, no matter how far you roam
Come summertime in the city
The plaza will open out back
And we’ll sing summer songs when the weekdays are gone
And the Guinness will flow dark and black
You’ll sit with the crowd as the sun’s going down
And Shay is out smoking a pack
He’ll call you by name, and you’ll do the same
He’ll say, Hey old friend, welcome back
‘Cause when you’re at his table, you’re never far from home
He’s ready and he’s able, to serve you as one of his own
And a chair’s always open, no matter how far you roam
When the bearded and flannel-clad boys stumble in
Weapons of music in hand
You might write them off, another folk song
Another run-of-the-mill cover band
‘Til the Brothers take the mic and the kick drum is pounding
And the Beatles get up there with Van
And you hear yourself singing to Brown Eyed Girl
And I Wanna Hold Your Hand
And the whole lot was singing to Brown Eyed Girl
And I Wanna Hold Your Hand!
Now the leaves they are falling and the hour hand’s turning
And work in the morning is sure
You’ve emptied your cup and the band’s packing up
And your ride’s out on Route 64
So you close out your tab, you shake a few hands
And feel yourself drift towards the door
You’ve said your goodbyes when Shay catches your eye
He says, sit down with me, have one more
When you’re at my table, you’re never far from home
I’m ready and I’m able, to serve you as one of my own
And a chair’s always open, no matter how far you roam
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St. Paul
02:10
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She’s in Saint Paul
Down with the leaves
Of that Minnesota fall
And she ain’t never coming to me
Down in Chicago
And just like Saint Paul
She had to leave town, had to answer her call
I hope she’s blinded on the road
‘Cause I was blinded by her and I know
She ain’t sending me no letters
Ain’t writing no epistle to Chicago
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5. |
Send Roses
03:49
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Walking on Washington sidewalks
Giving his right foot a brake
The longest road grows only longer behind him
Was wandering off a mistake
A day comes when everyone’s moved on around you
And that’s when he packed up the car
But just when he’s settled a phone call at midnight
Tells him he’s wandered too long
Too long and a little too far
So he sent roses home
Sent roses home
And now no one will not know he noticed
Sent roses home
Sent roses home
So that no one will not know he cared
Concrete is beautiful this time of year
I don’t know if you’ve heard
New Mexico’s such a long way from here
I don’t think I’d make it ‘fore she goes
‘Cause I wandered and wandered from all that tied me down
And now wandering has tied me down anew
Till a phone call at midnight told me I should be home
But I got too much wandering to do
To ever make it back home to you
So I’ll send roses home
Send roses home
And I’ll know that you’ll know that I noticed
Send roses home
Send roses home
And I’ll hope that you’ll know that I care
And wish that I’d never gone anywhere
Oh concrete is beautiful
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