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Crow Red Rooster
04:23
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Crow Red Rooster by Brian Beverly
I got a little red rooster
That crows all day
He got tombstone eyes
And little feet of clay
And when he stumbles around
He got nothing to say
And I tell him I say
Crow red rooster crow
Crow red rooster crow
Every time that he opens his mouth
We get a glimpse into his soul
And every time we see his soul
We see that he has none
He hates everything he sees
And everything he imagines
He's not like you and me
He never can and never will be
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2. |
I Just Landed
03:00
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I Just Landed by brian beverly
People beware
I've got too much at stake
I'm seeing flowers on the rooftops
And I could use a break
The Holy Ghost
Is just some stain on a plate
Don't know who's my friend
Or to who I can relate
I just landed
Right on time
And I'm headed north this time
But I just landed
And it's such a grind
Cause I'm going south in my mind
Hot is cold
And cold is wet
I've got seven deadly sins
Two of which
I've never met
There's so much now
That I am just so pleased to regret
Like waking up coin-less
In the back of this launderette
Un - lock the overhead
Re - serve a car
Cause I just landed.......
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3. |
Jalene
02:19
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Jalene by brian beverly
Jalene
Why you want my money so bad
Jalene
Why you want my money so bad
You picked all my pockets
Took every dime I had
I just wanted some pancakes
And a little salt
It was you that made me hungry
For sugar after all
Jalene
Why you want my money so bad
Jalene
Why you want my money so bad
You picked all my pockets
Took every dream I had
So we go out in the car
To take a little drive
But you've always been so fast
We're lucky to arrive
You go down to the store
Expecting to buy more
But you don't have that credit line
You don't live here anymore
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Were Not Drinking Water Here by brian beverly
MDA and THC
That’s what God has got for me
Sell my shit, to pay my rent
You can’t judge me for the way I am
I’m drinkin’ wine
Come down of the ceiling, come down and be my friend
Were not drinkin’ water here
Lookin’ through cracked glasses
Into a crystal ball
One hand on neglect, the other on the fall
Too much is the price I’ve got to pay
You can’t ignore me then treat me this way
I’m drinkin’ wine
Come down off the ceiling, come down and be my friend
Were not drinkin’ water here
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5. |
Come With Me
04:17
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Come With Me by brian beverly
Come with me
To the dance floor
Come with me
To the dance floor
I get so lonely
And I get so board
Come with me
Through my back door
Come with me
Throught my back door
I get so lonely
And what else is money for
Come with me
Where the grass is high
Come with me
Where the grass is high
I know some people
Ad we’ll get on by
credits
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6. |
Little White Lines
03:52
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Little White Lines by brian beverly
There won’t be
Any more shade
There won’t be feathers in the bed you made
Chasing the little white lines
The little white lines won’t drive your blues away
I can’t hang
Hang around here
When I’m here I wish I was there
Chasing those little white lines
Well the little white lines wont drive your blues away
Momma say
Go and be game
Don’t be traped by the plans you’ve made
Chasing the littyle white lines
Well the little white lines won’t drive my blues away
But the little white lines will leed me home someday
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7. |
The River Below
04:34
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The River Below by brian beverly
My father, he went sailing
On a dark and desperate sea
I stood on the shore, my sister with me
My father he went sailing, though he never wanted to go
To the river below
On the river below
On the river below
On the river below
Though he never wanted to go
My mother, she went sailing
On a ship that's heaven sent
I stood on the shore, feeble and bent
My mother she went sailing, though she never wanted to go
To the river below
One day I felt my hand upon the rope
And my two sons waved to me, for they knew I loved that boat
I felt the spray, out from the crystal cove
And the winds will blow
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8. |
You Can't Give It Away
03:42
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You Can't Give It Away by brian beverly
I know a man
Who was weaker than toast
And thought he had something to trade
He waited till midnight down by the crossroads
Where he had his hand to play
But you can't take it
And you can't give it away
You can't take it
And you can't give it away
He started to stumble
Stumble and fall
And he reach out for a hand
He said lord help me
But God's not listening
Deafened by this evil plan
You can't take it
And you can't give it away
You can't take it
And you can't give it away
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I’d Rather Be Loved Then Right by brian beverly
Who's voice is it
In the middle of the night
That's deep in your soul
Helping you to get things right
And how long must we fuss and fight
We get it wrong
Before we get it right
How long
How long must we
How long must we fight
I'd rather be loved then right
Who's voice is it
With secret advice
Telling you to stand your ground
Or to sacrifice
And how long must we fuss and fight
To live in darkness
Or to seek the light
We're busy
Busy going nowhere
And acting real smooth
I'd rather be loved then right
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10. |
My Book - live
02:49
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My Book by brian beverly
Let the truth be known
I'm standing at your gate
Let the truth be known
I won't wait
For the girl who knows not where to look
And the heart that is easily took
And that gives you one more reason
Not to buy my book
Let the truth be known
I'm standing in your light
Let the truth be known
I won't cry
Reflected in the mirror of your eyes
Guarding all the restlessness inside
And that gives you one more reason
Not to buy my book
And a cherry pie is just a cherry pie
No matter what bite you take
We'll never know the reason why
Or meant the hearts we break
In the story was still unfold
If you don't buy my book
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