Been Long Gone Lyrics

Pen & Paper pt. 1

Hates her world of drunken angels descension.

Crazy at heart; psychotic premonitions.
Sad lunatic, 

With a teardrop in the palm of your hand.

Let your life slip away with each falling grain of sand 

Let your love fall down;
Let your pen hit the paper

Lay Your Trouble Down

I know you've got a busy mind,

And I've got a buzz

And I know sometimes that just ain't right

But you're always cool, 

No matter how I was

You know I ain't never been the smartest man,

And I ain't the easiest sight to see

But there's one thing on which you can depend-

You can settle down and lay your worries on me

You can settle down and lay your trouble on me

Lay them down on me

Lay them down on me

Lay your troubles down on me...

Lord knows I'm a peaceful man,

Even when we disagree

And my favorite sound is listening-

So I'll shut my mouth, 

Now lay your trouble down on me...

I'll quiet down, 

Now lay your trouble down on me...

I ain't got no crystal ball;

Advice is few and far between.

And if you've got questions I've got no answers for,

I'll quiet down.

Now lay your trouble down on me...

I’ll Take the Blame

I’ll take the blame- honey, your man won’t put you out.

I’ll take the blame- if he starts to shout.

If you want; if he calls, I’ll pick up the telephone.

I’ll take the blame, if your man comes home.

It seemed like such a good idea when you were sitting at the bar.

You just looked so pretty, like an angel or a star…

I worked up the nerve to swerve your way and say hello.

That’s when I knew you were an angel bound to drag me down below.

Now that ring that’s on your finger don’t mean a thing or you’d be home.

But I ain’t one to judge you, as a man who tends to roam.

Girl, don’t waste this moment, it would be a crying shame.

Let’s take it back to your house, Mama.

Honey, I’ll take the blame.

I’ll take the blame- your man won’t put you out.

I’ll take the blame- if he starts to shout.

If you want, if he calls, I’ll pick up the telephone.

I’ll take the blame if your man comes home.

Headlights through the window,

Engine moaning low,

Pardon me for being rude,

But honey I’ve gotta go!

But I’ll take the blame if your man wants to put you out,

I’ll take the blame if he starts to shout,

If you want, you can call; I’ll pick up the telephone.

I’ll take the blame until your man comes home.

Good Outlaws Wife

It’s a rare sight to see when she looks down at me like a stranger.

She’ll let you speak; just sit there and think 

But in the end you know you can’t change her.

Under the table or under the ground,

That woman will drink you right out of town.

She’s just what I need;

She’d make a good outlaws wife.

I sing all my songs- sing them all to her.

But she’s too busy talking and she always misses (mishears?)

the words.

She’s wooden; she’s metal- she frets when she cheats…

She cuts through the bone and chews through the meat.

She’s just what I need; 

She’d make a good outlaws wife.

When a cowboy is down,

Sometimes his gal is his only bullet to bite,

And her man can go crazy,

When he’s left alone; forced to get through the night.

She’s just what I need- a good outlaws wife.

Mighty River

Wrap your skin around my bones in a grip that won’t let go,
Take me over to the waters edge.
I try to dip, instead I plunge; sucked me down like a moving sponge.

Leave me wedged in the sand of the rivers bed.

I’ve spent 10 years to the day; still living the same way.
Of those 10 there’s 4 that really count.
When you live your life in sin, soon it’s bound to do you in.
And you’ll find out what that flood was all about.

Somebody dam this mighty river from rolling over my bones.
Ease the flood around me, miss weeping Mary Jones
Clinched and bony fingers have seized my destiny
Somebody dam this mighty river from rolling over me.

Well I like to take bad news, with a spoonful of the blues.
Winter days need a jazz guitar.
Shorter trips with longer rides, will the music man survive,
Long enough to see his name up in lights?

Somebody dam this mighty river from rolling over my bones.
Ease the flood around me, ease this weeping Mary Jones
Clinched and bony fingers have seized my destiny,
Somebody dam this mighty river from rolling over me. 

Pretty Girl

Angel, you’re a pretty girl now

Angel, you’re a pretty girl now

Silver hair hanging down-

Angel, you’re a pretty girl now

Hi-tone and full of style

Hi-tone and full of style

You thought you lost me- I was with you all the while

High, toned and full of style

I know you’ve got your man

I know you’ve got your man

Honest girl, I just wanna be your friend

I know you’ve got your man

Keep it on up the road

Darling your kindness is trouble to my soul.

A forty-four won’t do you no harm

A forty-four won’t do you no harm

A hole through a heart that’s been long gone

A forty-four won’t do you no harm

Pretty Girl you’re an angel now

Pretty Girl you’re an angel now

Pretty little angels, falling all around

Pretty Girl you’re an angel now…

Friends

You said you can’t love me- like I want to be loved…

You said you can’t push me- like I need to be shoved…

You said you’ll be there for me, with that far away look in your eyes..

If you say you just wanna be my friend one more time,

The least you could do is try…

It’s a shame to me, that’s how you treat your friends.

That’s no way to be,

But that’s how you treat your friends…

I used to call you on your birthday,

I used to call you on the best day of my life…

But now I celebrate a memory and a heartbreak I somehow survived.

If you knew the space you left me,

I’d like to think you’d fill in the hole…

But these walls are closing in around me; time is running out

And I’ve got no place to go.

I’d hate to be your enemy, If that’s how you treat your friends…

It’s no way to be- it’s no way to treat your friends

Traveling Bag of Bones 

I wanna love but I don’t even know your name.

I love your faces, they’re all the same.

I need a horse to carry me thru your town…

I knock on doors I’m not sure you own;

Hoping maybe you might be home.

The thought of you keeps me running round.

I need a horse to carry me thru your town…

A thoroughbred that doesn’t rock,

Just to get me around the block-

Up ’til now my world’s swayed back and forth.

I need a ride to get me headed North.

A dirty trail of reap and sow,

Drawing lines wherever you go-

You lay your claim by leaps and bounds

I’m a fool to sit and watch you claim the common ground.

I can’t take the highway when it’s rolling over me.

We’re gonna do things my way and that’s how it’s gonna be.

I don’t like your back talking; 

Don’t you make those eyes at me.

You can take your high horse, woman-

It’s the last you’ll see of me…

I need a horse to carry me thru your town…

Pen & Paper pt. 2

Mad memories of the graveyard- keep up the pace!

Love lost downtown- Tell me, who gave up the race?

And with that knife in your back, do you see the thorn in my side?

And does your anger let you miss me on those lonely summer nights?

Let your love fall down

Let your pen hit the paper