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Outside there’s a blue light
Could be mornin’ or night
Am I sleepless or sleepy?
50% of alright
Cause I’m
High and lonesome again
Packed up and motorin’
Boarding passes and taxis
I got my world in a bag
I’ll call you back when I get there
And get my shit unpacked
Cause I’m
High and lonesome again
To the end
The wheels turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
Put the world on hold
Til I get back home again
I’ll grab an hour of sleep now
To get me through to the show
Quick smoke and a coffee
Don’t need no line of blow
Cause I’m
High and lonesome again
To the end
The wheels turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
Put the world on hold
Til I get back home
Turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
Put the world on hold
Til I get back home
But I can’t stay gotta pack my bags again
Gonna turn my key in the lock and say goodbye to all my friends
I know it’s hard to understand
The life and death of a traveling salesman
It’s everything to me but this ain’t what you wanted
There ain’t nothin’ else I could let myself be
Once you’re in the life you can’t turn your back on it
Livin’ and breathin’!
I live and breathe!
Livin’ and breathin’!
You gotta live and breathe!
The wheels turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
Put the world on hold
Til I get back home
Turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
Put the world on hold
Til I get back home again
Turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
Turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
The wheels turn like the seasons
As natural as breathin’
Turn like the seasons
Until I stop
Until I stop breathin’
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Shinola (home demo)
02:37
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When they brought you home from the hospital
Well it made your father sick
So you grew up hard and you broke some bones
And you learned your lessons quick
Now you’re an angry little fucker with an axe to grind
the devil on my shoulder
You’re a small time bet on a highball roller
But you don’t know shit from Shinola
Well the teenage years came wild and fast
And you did your share of harm
And you squirmed your way on up despite
Your distinctive lack of charm
Now you’re an angry little fucker with an axe to grind
the devil on my shoulder
You got a brain that’s buzzin’ like coca cola
But you don’t know shit from Shinola
Now the sunset’s getting longer
And your friends are all long gone
It’s a lonely ride from the middle down
It’s the end of your long con
Cause you’re an angry little fucker with an axe to grind
the devil on my shoulder
You got a head that’s spinning like a Victrola
But you don’t know shit
I said you don’t know shit
You know that you don’t know no shit
From Shinola
Shinola
Shit from Shinola
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Rich Jones Hamilton, Ontario
Guitarist and songwriter with Michael Monroe and The Black Halos. Been thinking about making my own record for about 10 years...
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