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Wager

by Malcolm Holcombe

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i feel like a train chorus there's songs about you and there's songs about me at the end of the day they all sound the same times when i'm runnin' times when i ain't and at the end of the day i feel like a train i feel like a train when i was a youngun' shoveled coal in the stoker pulled out the clinkers with a claw in my hand the grace coal truck came had to get it on credit kept us warm in the snow until june i counted on you you counted on me my back was strong and my mama was week and at the end of the day i feel like a train i feel like a train chorus i gotta ol' guitar hitchhiked to florida played in the bars and stayed drunk in the sun i blew all my money came back to the blue ridge played in saluda and black mountain town and at the end of the day i feel like a train i feel like a train chorus there's a whistle in the distance it sounds like a whisper when i lay down beside you and kiss you again wheels keep on rollin' comin' and a'goin' somewhere i'm bound to be bound and at the end of the day i feel like a train i feel like a train chorus
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back to hell in a greyhound (aka livin' those long gone blues) chorus i'm goin' back to hell in a greyhound to see an ol' friend o' mine i'm goin' back to hell in greyhound never to be found that ol' bus driver was a preacher on my good ol' radio he's drivin' me to hell in a greyhound singin' yippe i o ky yo i been somkin' anda drinkin' anda cussin' like a sailor on shore leave jokin' anda thinkin' 'bout somebody else wishin' i was in there shoes that city life is all i need to come up with the truth so i'm goin' back to hell in a greyhound livin' those long gone blues chorus sittin' in the back with a bottle thinkin' bout the good ol days lookin' out the winder beside me wishin; i could see her face i musta left that woman a hundred times now i know what i'm gonna do i'm goin' back to hell in a greyhound livin' those long gone blues chorus chorus
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high rollin' gambler daddy was a high rollin' gambler raised fightin' cocks deep in the hills he was a poker playin' hard drivin' man gave momma hundred dollar bills he drove the bus durin' world war two didn't charge folks mosta the time thomas built buses and flexibles they were painted red and white he played poker with the boys on sunday nights in the back of a broken down bus smokin' lucky strikes with a zippo lighter shakin' hands with a royal flush chorus he wore ol spice aftershave for a fact didnt like them crazy wide ties took my mama out a dancin' doe see doe on a saturday night he could drive a bus thru a key hole like purt n'er fallin' offa log bostonian shoes and little dab'll do ya a lil dabba do you fine chorus but the morphine tubes and the needles didnt help his misery dem roosters cards and the money musta danced inside his brain daddy suffered long and he suffered hard til he took his final breath he talked to God and the preachers too but the family always said what'd they say chorus chorus
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backin' up on peggy weak as water drownin' in my bones keep givin' er up for good fleshy distance set in my ways keep givin' er up for good backin' up on peggy lappin' up the dregs again drugs and doctors keep givin' er up for good sweet sunrise bleedin' in the wind givin' er up for good pure and willin' fightin' every word keep given' er up for good chorus strong silence wasted innocence peggy's ruined for good for good chorus First Verse chorus chorus keep givin' er up for good keep givin' er up for good for good
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Evelyn 03:17
evelyn evelyn evelyn kissin' in the kitchen in a green eyed hurricane one man aint thinkin' bout drivin' a dog to drink chorus evelyn food's on the table one man aint thinkin' bout drivin' a dog to drinkin' knocked down solid slippin' round the corner one man aint thinkin' bout drivin' a dog to drinkin' chorus your name's on the street ninety miles an hour trippin' on a grin knocked under my feet chorus first verse chorus chorus

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released September 10, 2007

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Malcolm Holcombe Asheville, North Carolina

Malcolm Holcombe is an acclaimed singer/songwriter in the insurgent country/folk vein who grew up in Weaverville, N.C.

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