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If I Have Let You Down
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The little boy play his song
I couldn't help but sing along
With the picking & the grinning & the chance to be candid
Well I couldn't help but sing along
I couldn't wait to leave my home
All I wanted was to roam
Put some past in my mirror, point my tires down south
I couldn't wait to leave my home
And if I have let you down
I hope you find it in your hearts to still come around
Cos we need to understand
The world it spins & gives & takes & doesn't give a damn
I headed out on a run
After that little boy's song was sung
I put my guitar on my back with a shoulder-strap
& I headed out on a run
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Mary Ann opens camp on the first day of spring
She paddles them kids on through June
I came back for my second year
Just to keep Mary Ann near
Sitting around the campfire just a-tellin' lies
That fickle sickle moon continues to glow
All the campers went to bed about a half-hour ago
I think it's time I made my move
Mary Ann, Mary Ann
You know that I care for you
Well it's true that I would do anything in the world to change this hand I've been dealt
I can't just be another notch in yer bible belt
She's become know as camp Jezebel
For a-turnin' heads & a-breakin' hearts
Well she can spread the Good News like a robin's song
In my single cot she sang it all night long
Well here's your song
As sweet as hallelujah but not as long
Well here's my ride
One last kumbaya before a long goodbye to you
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The Fall
03:19
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Loaded like dice
Second guessing your whole life
You're just one step ahead of the fall
Spinning with the sound
Too loud to be shut down
You're a prideful disaster
Here comes the fall
There ain't no end to the fall at all
There ain't no end to the fall at all
You can beg & scream, cuss & crawl
But there ain't no end to the fall at all
You're ashamed to be alive
But you don't even realize
That you ain't living
You're just hanging around
You take more than give
You got a heart just like sieve
Well here's to that wicked sweet tooth rotting out yer head
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Well I woke up this morning, boys,
& I wanted to die
Without a reason to give
Or a secret to hide
It seems like no matter which way I look
That heavy handed sun always looks me directly in my bloodshot eyes
Now skip the ad
But embrace the fad
Become the God on the screen
Don't pay me a single mind
Or a single stream
Just spin what you want
Don't listen to a thing they say
Cos if it sounds real then it probably don't pay
But fuck 'em
That's what I say
But fuck 'em
That's what I just sang
Well I woke up this morning, friends
With big, fat tears in my eyes
Just knowing that I'd quit one of these days
Just not yet
And there went Death in his black tractor trailer
Cruising on 90 & not doing any favors
I-65 southbound and down
Fuck 'im
That's what I say
Fuck 'im
That's what I just sang to Death
You know what?
Fuck it
Let's call into work today
Man, fuck it
Let's call into work for life
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A.S. Coomer Elizabethtown, Kentucky
Folk. Americana. Narratives. Ambient Instrumentals. Aubades. Nocturnes. Poetry. Rock & roll. Psychedelia. Alt-
Country.
Five of my tunes were published by The Museum of Americana.
Rural Eminence Volumes One, Two, & Three are instrumental reflections of the rural life.
Songs for Leaving is a poetry/music fusion.
I've got tons of projects cooking.
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