1) Watching the Sun Go Down

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writers: Kevin Gordon/Gwil Owen

O come look at the burning O come look at the burning Changes in the turning Watching the sun go down Hundred birds up on the highline Hundred birds up on the highline All fly away at the same time Watching the sun go down Wheel him out into the daylight Wheel him out into the daylight Skin and bones all dressed in white Watching the sun go down Long as I can remember Long as I can remember Been a cold December Watching the sun go down Black branches tangle the blue sky Black branches tangle the blue sky Wrinkled face and a glass of rye Watching the sun go down O come look at the burning O come look at the burning Changes in in the turning Watching the sun go down

writers:(Kevin Gordon/Gwil Owen)

Greenwood girls swing high, swing low School is out, days are long Evening coming like a long slow song Like a long slow song Barefoot dreams on grass so green Laughing eyes, dancing feet Ice cream melts in the summer heat I’m riding on this bus to nowhere And I’m miles from home Driver pulls around the corner The Greenwood girls are gone Greenwood girls grow up too soon Leave the sun to chase the moon Curtains blowing in an empty room And I’m riding on this bus to nowhere And I’m miles from home I close my eyes for a moment The Greenwood girls are gone

4) Casino Road

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writers: Kevin Gordon/Gwil Owen

The votes were counted and the bills were passed And the shining future was here at last Nobody loses, everybody wins When that gambling money come rolling in But I never did see no motherlode Now I’m standing on the shoulder Of casino road Saw the man talking on the TV screen Said you can put your faith in the ace, king, and queen I drove down there, I had a twenty-dollar bill The liquor was free, and I had my fill I was a richer man when the rooster crowed Driving home from casino road Seven come eleven daddy needs a friend Ain’t been home since I don’t know when One good hand, and I’m never coming back again . . . Now the years go by and the cars go past They got the white-wall tires, they got the black tinted glass The wheel of fortune spins around and around And the people keep laying their money down But luck’s as fickle as the wind that blows Dust down the blacktop of casino road

writer: Kevin Gordon

Joe Light drives a 500 dollar car He paints his pictures, puts ‘em out in the yard Joe Light got 10 kids to feed Joe Light got 10 kids to feed Joe Light found God in the penitentiary Hey hey Joe, Where does the money go? New York City, Washington D.C. New York City, Washington D.C. His pictures hang up high for all the people to see Up in Chicago, down Atlanta town up in Chicago, down Atlanta town Takes a rich man’s folding money to bring ‘em down Hey hey Joe, Where does all the money go? Joe Light drives a 500 dollar car Joe Light drives a 500 dollar car He paints his pictures, puts ‘em out in the yard

writer: Kevin Gordon

Hey buddy I’m back in town Got a room where I can come unwound A little sound from my guitar strum Drinking black coffee in the blazing sun I saw your mama in the bar last night She was smiling but sad inside A bracelet made from your guitar strings Little lights that spelled out your name 24 diamonds, 24 diamonds We were 19 and playing in a band You beat that Strat til the blood in your hand Ran down the strings, onto the floor All you wanted was more more more 24 diamonds, 24 diamonds Hey buddy what happened to you How’d you get lost in Baton Rouge There’s a thousand bucks missing, there’s a .38 shell There’s things you know that the facts won’t tell That bar we used to play burned down to ash Pappy the Greek blew town in a new Cadillac The past is steady leaving, every moment gone In the blinding fade I can hear your song 24 diamonds, 24 diamonds Hey buddy I’m back in town Got a room where I can come unwound A little sound from my guitar strum Drinking black coffee in the blazing sun

8) Make It Good

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writer: Kevin Gordon

Looking out a cracked windowpane Sitting in a rotten frame I wouldn’t give a nickel for the picture now I heard you crying behind the door Let the water flood the floor Who went and left you with a broken vow Hey hey I got to make it good somehow Crack of the apple, sting of the juice Lord my little black heart done cut loose Shot the bird right off the bough Blood on the wood, I got to make it good somehow Winter’s coming on strong but what can we do Keep our shoulders straight to the plow Huddle together baby two-by-two If you were the river, dreams were the fish Your face holds a star for a little boy’s wish He’s skipping pebbles across your brow It’s understood, he wants to make it good somehow Ripe peaches on a fallen tree Broken things are all I see I’m shaking ‘tween the here and the now Hey hey I got to make it good somehow

writers:Kevin Gordon/Gwil Owen

Reverend John was an upstanding preacher man Sang tenor in a gospel band They were driving home on a Saturday night Last thing he saw was a drunk's headlights Now his wife ties roses to a wooden cross At the place by the highway where her man was lost Look, look at those flowers Look, remember them well Look, look at those flowers Every rose petal’s got a tale to tell Jody Brown was a hard-working family man Made a good living with his own two hands He started in drinking when they closed the mill Went a little left of center coming over the hill Now his wife ties roses on a wooden cross At the place by the highway where her man was lost Look, look at those flowers Look, remember them well Look, look at those flowers Every rose petal’s got a tale to tell So tired, so many miles to go I’m just trying to get home So tired, so dark out on this road I’m just trying to get home

writers: Kevin Gordon/Colin Linden

Calhoun, Calhoun, drunk on her memory and the way things can’t be no more Calhoun, Calhoun, hey man, can’t you stand up-the ceiling’s too far from the floor Drinking a tall one, playing Janis Joplin Over and over on the old console Round and round the record spins Your poor mind twists and bends You’re stumbling through a fire long gone cold There’s a picture on the wall She’s the one who loved you Pretty red hair, copper-colored in the sun But that sun’s done gone down Ain’t been seen around this town And the time for regret is long done Calhoun, Calhoun, Drunk on her memory And the way things can’t be again Calhoun, in your room, Bare bulb in the mirror You can’t recognize your old friend

writers: Kevin Gordon/Gwil Owen

I’ve played this bar a hundred times Same four walls, same old lines The show goes on when they dim the lights I play my part, but my heart’s not in it tonight Play a couple of fast ones, then we take a break Somebody buys a round for old times’ sake Guess she looks familiar, I try to be polite But it’s hard, ‘cause my heart’s not in it tonight Sometimes I get this feeling All I’m doing is spinning my wheels I just want to stop for a minute Just until my heart’s back in it The crowd’s all gone, but you’re still here What you want is all too clear The line’s so fine between wrong and right We could step right over, but my heart’s not in it tonight