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Dirt Roads and Gravel
02:49
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Dirt Roads and Gravel
© 2017 Leo Papa
I’ve got this old Martin guitar
And I’ve still got my old van
Sometimes I show up, at the corner bar
With no particular plan
Out on the dirt roads and gravel
I lose my way now and then
The threads of my life come unraveled
And I can’t tie up the loose ends
You always said that I’d go far
Beyond a small patch of land
You had your reasons to stay where you are
So you let go of my hand
Out on the dirt roads and gravel
I lose my way now and then
The threads of my life come unraveled
And I can’t tie up the loose ends
And I can’t tie up the loose ends
Gravel road, where you going
Gravel road, where you gone
All these roads are paved over
With these stories and these songs
Lately, I don’t wander too far
I’m doing the best that I can
Sometimes I wonder about where you are
On these dirt roads gravel and sand
These dirt roads gravel and sand
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2. |
Harvey's Attitude
03:19
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Harvey's Attitude
© 1994 Joel Hamilton & Leo Papa
Harvey's on the highway
Stomach wearing thin
Asks for some directions
And takes one on the chin
Harvey has fajitas
Sizzling on his plate
But he goes for the corona
They'll just have to wait
On his, attitude
Harvey's, attitude, doesn't quit
Harvey's sideways glance
In a dirty parking lot
Didn't take too long
To make things pretty hot
A cheap bottle of liquor
In Harvey's hotel room
Will make him feel much better
Until they lower the boom
On his, attitude
Harvey's, attitude, doesn't quit
Harvey’s on the highway
Looking for a thrill
But he has to pay the piper
When he presents the bill
Harvey's at the doctor
Singing his last song
He says I'd like to help you son
But your attitude is wrong
It’s your, attitude
Harvey's, attitude, doesn't quit
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3. |
Restless Feeling
03:59
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Restless Feeling
© 1998 Leo Papa
I was born, in Detroit City
Among the shelter, of loving arms
Mother, father, sisters and others
Did their best, to fend off harm
Had me a gal, some close companions
Struggled through, the awkward fears
Fast cars and bars, it’s such a pity
Before too long, we’d come to years
You can't hide, a restless feeling
You can't hurt, a broken heart
You rock the boat, your senses reeling
And settle down, to play your part
So I moved on, up to Wisconsin
The snow and cold, of lonesome roads
Lived by the lake, and watched the sunrise
But something told me, it wasn't home
Then a new woman, took me to Dallas
Where I found out, how little I know
Its past and gone, as I grew callous
Lord only knows, where that birds flown
You can't chain, a restless feeling
You can't cure a broken heart
You rock the boat, your senses reeling
And settle down, to play your part
I have a few friends, in Austin, Texas
We learned the meaning, of growing old
Filled our glasses, emptied our stories
The Dog n' Duck, was never closed
But now I've got, a restless feeling
Maybe just one last, time to roam
I'll pack my bags, for San Antone'
There lives a rose, whose heart is gold
There lives a rose, whose heart is gold
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The Cliffs of the Guadalupe
© 2017 Leo Papa
The cliffs of the Guadalupe are carved from thin air
Reflected in waters that lead to nowhere
Stripped of all culture like a heavenly stair
In an everyday mystical musing laid bare
The ranchers and oilers have gotten their share
Filled her with signs saying you can’t go there
Circling vultures devour their fare
It’s an everyday mystical musing laid bare
What have I sacrificed, who will I be
Fooling myself, living dangerously
Who have I sacrificed, what will I be
Telling myself, that I’m trying to be free
In cars on our cell phones we carve up our days
And drive through this hell of a concrete highway
The earth and the sky form a permanent haze
And we don’t realize that we live in a maze
What have I sacrificed, who will I be
Fooling’ myself, living dangerously
Who have I sacrificed, what will I be
Telling myself, that I’m trying, to be free
So I sit by the banks of this river and stare
The swift and the mockingbird dart here and there
Most graceful of herons reminds me to care
In an everyday mystical musing laid bare
And the cliffs of the Guadalupe are carved, from thin air
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The Harmony Sovereign
03:40
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The Harmony Sovereign
© 2017 Leo Papa
Daniel McNally, lived in Virginia
Settled down by the river, with his wife and his kids
For twenty odd years, the land was forgiving
They eked out a living, till it all hit the skids
Had a Harmony Sovereign, the scars showed the love
And late in the evening, he’d take time to strum
Singing songs of the suffering, the pain and the hurt
As he played out his time, and it all went to dirt
He’d wake up each morning, and throw on a shirt
For the sake of his loved ones, and head out to work
He was sore in the back, and thin in the purse
As he grew ever doubtful, of what it’s all worth
Had a Harmony Sovereign, the scars showed the love
And late in the evening, he’d take time to strum
Singing songs of the suffering, the pain and the hurt
As he played out his time, and it all went to dirt
Daniel McNally, liked to work on his Harley
Took care of the family, stood on his own feet
Now they get by with handouts, to help make ends meet
With the big corporations, they could not compete
There was fruit that was ripe, there was fruit that was rotten
To remind him about, all the things he’d forgotten
Green pastures and sunshine, the death of a foal
And no way to predict, what the future would hold
And his Harmony Sovereign, still shows all the love
When its late in the evening, and he takes time to strum
Singing songs of the suffering, the pain and the hurt
As he plays out his time, and it all goes to dirt
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6. |
Center Peace
03:18
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Center Peace
© 2017 Leo Papa
Watching as, the leaves outside, are falling
I recall, a love that we once knew
Listening, I cannot hear it calling
As I pace the floor, until I’m blue
There’s no center peace
Searching for your spirit, I am haunted
By the little things, you used to do
Wondering, if I’ll be broken hearted
Wishing you, would make my dreams, come true
And be the center peace
Realizing there’s no sense in stalling
As I search, for something bright and new
My ideas, need some over hauling
There’s no way, that I’ll get over you
You’re the center peace
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7. |
Sad Believer
03:01
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Sad Believer
© 2017 Leo Papa
When Amy was a little girl, her daddy used to say
You’ve got to learn about the game, but you don’t have to play
They told her not to press her luck, told her not to breathe
They told her not to run amok, until she’d nearly scream
Spending time on odds and ends, drinking too much wine
She tells her friends, and just pretends, she is doing fine
Is it an act of faith, possibly naive
She’s just a sad believer who is easily deceived
She drinks some booze and pops some pills, and does another line
There’s always methamphetamine, to make a faster climb
She knows just what she wants, because she gets it every time
When push begins to shove, you know she never has a dime
With growing indications, no one’s coming round
She’s looking for a softer spot, each time she hits the ground
She’s unlucky in love, at least that’s what they say.
And what’s the point of loving, when you throw it all away?
She was just a kid, and kept her feelings hid
Wondering if she’d ever find her way
Couldn’t they forgive, the things she often did
Between the edge of night and break of day
Now Amy's on the corner, shooting up the breeze
And ever-loving Johnny’s, still stuck in the deep freeze
Johnny says to Amy, can you help me find a door?
But Amy can’t do nothing, till her friends tell her the score
Amy’s friends on the West End, just keep up a facade
And say that they’re not gamblers, as they calculate the odds
Is it an act of faith, possibly naive
They’re all just sad believers who are easily deceived
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8. |
Hailstorm
03:43
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Hailstorm
© 2017 John Freeman & Leo Papa
One fine summer’s day, on the Gulf Highway
The sky turned green and black, against Galveston Bay
Down here at the depot, people come and go
But none of them are you, dressed in green and blue
In a hailstorm
On the Strand I’ll be, or down on Market Street
Sipping jasmine tea, with socialites I meet
Now streets are filled with snow, my house is pale and cold
Since you took that Greyhound home, leaving me to roam
In a hailstorm
The bittersweet refrain, of a distant train
Is calling out your name, in an unrelenting rain
There’s no one left to blame, for things I can’t explain
Just a memory that remains, putting out a flame
In a hailstorm
In a hailstorm
In a hailstorm
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9. |
Detroit Wheels
03:05
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Detroit Wheels
© 2017 John Freeman & Leo Papa
I went down, town, to the casino
Where Mitch Ryder, his Detroit Wheels, were set to go
I was tired, from working all day, at the warehouse
Had a hit of window pane, right before the show
And I said hail, hail, your rock n' roll
Let your Detroit wheels, roll on down, that open road
Jim McCarty's guitar seemed to ring out forever
In that moment
I was thinking, about a Dearborn girl, I dated
Just a kid, with shaggy hair, in blue bell-bottoms
One of many, bored teenagers whose dreams she haunted
And I said hail, hail, your rock n' roll
Let your Detroit wheels, roll on down, that open road
I said hail, hail, your rock n' roll
Let your Detroit wheels, roll on down, that open road
And the visions in my head ran on forever
In that moment
I went out, to the Walled Lake, Casino
To see Mitch Ryder, his Detroit Wheels, put on a show
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10. |
This Old Town
04:30
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This Old Town
© 1996 Jack Tobin & Leo Papa
There’s no one, in this old town
That I can turn to, since Poncho bit the dust
That I can turn to, where I can place my trust
It’s full of cheaters, petty dealers
And to tell the truth, I was always one too
Car is falling down, just got a room in town
And somehow, friends don't come around no more
So I take what I give and give what I take
And hope and pray, that's the way, its gonna work out
There’s no one, in this old town
That I can turn to, to tell the truth
That I can turn to, and you know how it hurts
It’s full of schemers, pretty dreamers
But I’ve had my share, of loving without care
Lost my fancy house, all that money
I ain’t got a dime, to call the latest honey
I just take what I give, and give what I take,
And hope and pray, that's the way, its gonna work out
There’s no one, in this old town
That I can turn to, any more
That I can turn to, if you walk out the door
Lost my loving wife, a newborn son
A job stole my dreams, it’s got the best of me
In my younger days, I had different ways
Now I’m on the run, my life is almost done
So I take what I give, and give what I take
It seems to be the only way it ever really works out
Cause there’s no one, in this old town, that I can turn to
And to tell the truth, you know I’m no one without you
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11. |
St. Patrick's Staff
04:45
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[Instrumental]
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