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Cottonwoods
03:17
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I got to remember which ones are your friends
So I don’t accidentally insult them again
Like I’ve done a time or two
It’s just they don’t remind me of you
And I forget to hide my pride
I told you again you should go out on your own
Make a name for yourself the likes that’s never been known
I’ll build a strong house and when you come back home
Youll find me where the cottonwoods grow
The light at dawn
will be something to behold
No painter could capture
The pinks and blues so cold
The air filled up with flowers
I pin one in your hair back to the side
Felling like the observers of our lives
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Capistrano
03:10
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Starting up and quitting
Not given a chance for a beginning
Glorified one night stands
It’s hard to be the bad guy
But better sooner
Than after time’s gone by
Forgiveness is asked but not a demand
A bunch of delicate creatures
Placed here in the aether
All here for a show
We can’t count on each other
Or do it alone
Pray you except the secrets you never know
Like why does the wind blow
Why does the moon rise
Why is a baby born
With somebody else's eyes
Why does the cock crow
Why does the swallow go
All the way home
To San Juan Capistrano
Sun on the water
At the end of the day
Turning the ocean to gold
You wish you were in it
Getting crushed by its big weight
But floating is all you’d do you’ve been told
Who told the wind to blow
Who told the moon to rise
Who said when things go wrong
You’re not allowed to cry
Who told the cock to crow
Who told the swallow to go
All the way home to San Juan Capistrano
It was there that you kissed me
While the mission bells rang
There in the garden
We laid down and you sang
Mi corazon
Mi corazon
I’ll love you forever
Mi corazon
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3. |
When I Was
07:34
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Oh I was a little girl
Living in the desert
I used to roam
Like the weather
And in my backyard sandbox
I was the queen of California
Higher than the hawks in the hills or so it seemed
And I’d run on the golf course
Finding holes in the dark
Where neither them nor I could be seen
Those were simple days
I needed for nothing
And my room was painted green
But I learned that those were fleeting days
And we only live a hundred years at most
So I turned my mind to more serious things
Away from the youthful ignorance that I could boast
And I will never get my soul back
No I will never get my soul back
The way it was when I was 14
I will never get my soul back
No I will never get my soul back
The way it was when I was 14
We moved across the country
Got a big old farm house
It was haunted
Or so I’d like to believe
Because otherwise I was just talking to myself in those hallways
All alone wishing I could fly
And that boy used me for what he wanted
That’s okay I didn’t even cry
But sometimes I still feel guilty
When I look up at the sky
Saying what would grandma do
If she knew
All that I’d been up to
And I will never get my soul back
No I will never get my soul back
The way it was when I was 17
I will never get my soul back
No I will never get my soul back
The way it was when I was 17
Well I was a little girl
Living in the big city
You know the one where the concrete looks so mean
And I read a lot of books
That you cannot unread
I learned about politics and the economy
And I saw a lot of things
That you cannot unsee
Hardest part was they meant nothing to me
So I let my father pay my rent while I just watched TV
And I think of how worthless that I am if this is all I need
I want some forgiveness so I smile at the homeless man
But I’ve gone cashless like the coffee shops
So I offer empty hands
And his smile turns to a smolder as I use my phone to reroute
To find the bar I’m looking for
To work this life out
And I will never get my soul back
No I will never get my soul back
The way it was when I was 23
I will never get my soul back
No I will never get my soul back
The way it was when I was 23
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4. |
Atlanta
04:33
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You came into my life
One New York night
And turned my world upside down
We were happy and we knew it
Good and true to it
It being the love we both found
The days started growing shorter
You started growing colder
There were days I didn’t hear from you at all
So for my peace of mind please tell me one time
Should we keep at this or let the other go?
Well tell me now while you still can
Don’t call me from Atlanta
Look into my eyes you know
You owe me that
You owe me that
Well you may see my tears
But trust me, dear
It would be better than hearing them over the line
I hope it would take you back
to nights we had
when it was only laughter that filled our eyes
Well tell me now while you still can
Don’t call me from Atlanta
Look into my eyes you know
You owe me that
You owe me that
Don’t worry if I’ll be okay
I’ve been okay before
It might just take some time sleeping alone
To forget what it felt like in your arms
Feel free to call me up
If you ever need a friend
I might just ask to crash on your floor
If I’m touring in the town you’re living in
But all you owe me now
Is this one truth
Do you still love me
Or is our time through?
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5. |
Won't You Stay
03:57
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When the time came I wasn’t ready
I was having too much fun
Oh could you, oh could you, oh could you be the one
The flowers dying on the table
Could rot a little hole
Oh I should have, oh I should have, I should have been told
The paint will be another color
One of these days
Oh I guess, oh I guess, I guess nothing stays
Oh, won’t you stay awhile?
It’s been such a delight
What do we all run off to?
Don’t lose any sleep at night
The dogwood got a late frosting
And never really bloomed
Oh that’s how, oh that’s how, that’s how it felt to love you
Forgiveness is a glass of water
A new t-shirt and your pants
Let the past lie, let the past lie, let the past lie in the past
Because that’s where it wants to stay
Don’t you drag it into today
Dragon clouds come out to play
And the show will go on
Death has nothing
To do with going away
The grave is just, the grave is just, the grave is just a place to lay
So going has another meaning
And it grows more every day
Oh won’t you, oh won’t you, oh won’t you stay
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Kathryn Brooks Louisville, Kentucky
Folk singer-songwriter based in Louisville, Kentucky
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