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For A Fool
02:43
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You left me and you said, I’d only be in your way
It’s been a year gone by and I miss you more each day
CHORUS:
I can’t tell you I love you
I will never really say
Cause I have to play it cool
Cause no one plays me for a fool
For a Fool
The first few weeks they were good, I should have known they wouldn’t last
Cause anyone I’ve ever loved, seemed to fade away into the past
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The Letter
02:42
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The lonliness within me is driving you away
Though you say you love me I know you cannot stay
The years have come between us tearing us apart
Please know you’re always me
You’re deep within my heart
The lonliness within you is driving me away
Although I said I love you, you know I cannot stay
The years have come between us
Torn our dreams apart,
and yes I’m always with you I’ve been here from the start
The lonliness between us has pushed us far away
And though we say were happy the smiles will fade away
And now there’s only silence and an ache that drowns
Today we say goodbye love, good bye to my home town
Yes I’ll say goodbye love good bye to my hometown
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Cariboo Express
02:41
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Summer came and winter left, I’m looking for a seat on the Cariboo Express
There’s not a day that will go by, that I’ll be willing to say good bye
I’m hitchin’ a ride on that western train, I’ll be around to say your name
I’m not ready to say goodbye, so with you Dad, I’m gonna fly
You taught me how to fish upon the water
How to read your lips when I sang on stage
You taught me what it means to be your daughter
You helped me through the roughest childhood age.
Summer came and winter left, I’m looking for a seat on the Cariboo Express
There’s not a day that will go by, that I’ll be willing to say good bye
I’m hitchin’ a ride on that western train, I’ll be around to say your name
I’m not ready to say goodbye, so with you Dad, I’m gonna fly
I’m gonna fly
I’m gonna fly
I’m gonna fly
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Two Little Towns
02:46
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They asked me where you do you belong and I said I don’t know
My mom she is from Chipman and my Dad’s he’s from Minto
So I lived between two little towns, proud to call both home
Building crazy memories never really cared to roam
CHORUS
Go to Minto for the booze and Chipman for the mix
If you want a good old small town brawl to get your weekend fix
When Monday morning rolls around you better get down to the mill
And make another 20 bucks to get that weekend thrill
No one knows your real name in my two home towns
You probably got a nickname that you’ll never quite live down
You likely climbed the mine cuts without a 4X4
Enjoyed your summers at the lake with fires on the shore
Chances are you knew someone who worked at NB Coal
They worked a lot of hours there giving heart and soul
You probably went to dances put on by Dave McNeil
And were the first to clog it up with the jigs and reels
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Rain
02:50
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The silence of the railroad tracks as I walk them in the rain
every weary step I tremble with the pain
I seen it come and I seen it go and I stood there like a fool
I watched the white boys in the night beat and torture you
Rain
Rain
I tore my clothes and I washed my hands and I tried to let it go
I beat on doors and I told the ones who seen the wicked blows
I took your chains wrapped around my neck and I placed in it my hand
I shook my fist at the government tellin' them who I am
Rain
Rain
Tears fall down from the desperate ones stop the madness of the gun
Hear the drummer in the night call to freedom eagle’s flight
Rain
while it Rains
Rain
Sacred rain
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Been moving round for so long
I never know where to call my home
But there’s a place keeps calling me
The shores of Nova Scotia by the sea
CHORUS
Your ancient voice in the ocean deep
Calls to me and wakes me from my sleep
Turn me around and take the key
That keeps me locked in a city from the sea
My liberator, my Creator,
You’re calling me
An orphaned child, and a lonely soul
Surrounded by the Grand Lake Washplant coal
Until that day the Atlantic roared
Upon those eagles wings my spirit soared
CHORUS
You’re calling me
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A dusting on the trail
memories soiled and pale
footprints bend the blades
of a stolen yesterday
dusting on the trail
abandoned wishing well
a penny for your dreams
sparkling in the spring
well of years
dry my tears
hold my dreams
crystal stream
what’s inside my hand
a penny from the sand
picked up on the trail
from walking my own hell
a penny soiled and pale
ignored by the wishing well
tossed it in the spring
to see what it would bring
Chorus
leaned against the stone
watched the penny I had thrown
shine through the glassy stream
like a golden wedding ring
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Why don't you peddle your papers next door
I don't wanna hear it anymore
I got things to do, people to see
Your chains are too tight and they're hurtin me
You can go ahead and tell me you'll try
to keep me overly preoccupied
I’ve got a gypsy heart that's drivin me
It took me all the way to Tennessee
Chorus:
I want to see the great mountains big and tall
I want to see Cape Breton in the fall
I want to feel the wind off the Fundy Bay
I want to meet a few people who know what it’s like
to come unglued and then get tight
Repeat Chorus
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Midnight stars light up the highway
I drive right to your doorway
But you’re not home
I leave a note out in your mailbox
Reminding you of our talks
If you come home
I felt the chill of the midnight air
The kind that tells me you no longer care for me
I gathered the dry leaves in my hand
Crumbled them as I stand
And watch the trees
They lean as if they want to fall
From the pressure of it all
But they never do
I felt the chill of the midnight air
The kind that tells me you no longer care for me
Midnight, stars light up the highway
As I pull out of your driveway
And go back home
And go back home
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Bless or Curse the Tide
03:07
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Is it easy for you, to judge the mighty wind
Crush the waters with your sin
Do you bless or curse the tide
Is it simple for you to challenge what I know
Do you reap what you sow
Do you bless or curse the tide
You were never what you claimed to be
Even though I know you disagree
Is it easy for you to laugh at the fallen rain
To mock the jailers chains
Do you bless or curse the tide
Is it easy for you to invent a reality
do you have that ability
Do you bless or curse the tide
You were never what you claimed to be
You’re troubled from an older world disease
Was it easy for you to kill the mocking bird
Go and twist what you heard
Do you bless or curse
Must be easy for you
To deny any empathy
And pretend to have sympathy
for the curse is in your pride
You were never what you claimed what you be
Maybe you will come what you believe
Do you bless or curse the tide
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The Last Train
02:51
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Walking cross the river with everything I own
The wind is at my back and my heart I left at home
Just barely made the last train before the winter storm came down
I'm heading to Alberta to the biggest little town
So many folks are passing, so many are depressed
You can't get unemployment and they jacked up all the rent
Heath care doesn't care no more we can't afford the crutch
Everyone just locks the door and ain't back after lunch
Chorus:
And it drains the soul to watch it go
No one's left in town
And it drains the soul to watch it go
It’s a quiet eerie sound
So many on this run down train making the great escape
Tired faces full of fear and their eyes are full of ache
I think I'll take a visit to the home that I once knew
There's not a lot of people left but I heard there's still a few.
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The Kitchen Party
02:25
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There was a kitchen party every Saturday night
You could hear the fiddles til the morning light
Dogs all asleep on the mat at the back porch door
Danny would start with an old folk song then all guitars would play along
No one knew the song name that’s for sure
Julie and me would drive quite far to hear the boys all play guitar
Kids would dance in the middle of the kitchen floor
Scott would pick out a banjo tune, Linda kept beat with her wooden spoons
Dogs kept sleeping on the mat at the back porch door
There was a kitchen party every Saturday night
You could hear the fiddles til the morning light
Dogs all asleep on the mat at the back porch door
Danny would start with an old folk song then all guitars would play along
No one knew the song name that’s for sure
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