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Broken Spanish
02:43
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Vehicles appear and vanish
Miracles crawl in broken Spanish
No puedo ver mi corazon
In Los Angeles
On the 101 steps up from Alvarado
I drink and stare and seem so hollow
Burying all I’ve known to dig it up tomorrow
Now the road is thick, the lines are thin
I’ve straightened out my soul again
I woke up where I ought to have known that I should’ve rightly been
I met a pale, red-haired Puerto Rican
We lied goodnight and got to leaving
I fell into our arms and we got even
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2. |
Black Wind Moan
03:22
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I shake your palm trees
On a well-lit night street
Among the cement, stone and breeze
Back where the black winds moan
Winter’s hungry for a loan
But the seasons
Have quit trying to swallow me
Sammy, I am rightly hanging on
And it won’t be long until I’m gone
The tide will reel in
All time and feelings
Forms wheel to heal again
I’ve got a graveyard mind and an eye on fire
And I just don’t bet too much of mine
On the things that I shield to win
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3. |
Funeral House Blues
04:01
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I saw your picture in the paper today
I hung my head and broke my hand on the door
I read a paragraph with your name and your birthday
Then I read the from three days before
Now I’m dressed in black
The corner at my back
I see your husband and your daughter
Your survived by family
Nobody knows my name
Nobody knows why I came
As I cry, I know only I, know why you took your life
And all the pain you held inside, Darlene
I know I should but I can’t regret
I wish I could confess
It’s such a shame that your tombstone spares me surname
Thoughts of our back street affair, an unholy mess
Draws the flask from the pocket on my chest
You’d say “just one lover’s time spent in vain”
But you did explain
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4. |
Still A Stranger
03:00
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My soul is lone as I’m slowly rolling
Far from where I left my restless misery
And I’m writing you from Wyoming
On this stool, leering eyes all on me
In this dive, dirty looks dress me down
Just one more drink then I think I’ll get away-bound
When my train airs up, I’m getting lost how I was found
Still a stranger, in a strange town
Now I’m trying to drink up a story
As the words hide behind a clouded moon
While all my life lays out before me
I’m alone, seeing red feeling blue
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5. |
Ashes Of Her Love
03:10
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The ashes of her love
where that dancing blaze had been
In sitting by charred driftwood
Swearing I had never sinned
Wondering how my woman
Had grown as cold as a norther wind
She said she never thought
True love would she feel
That I had come from the heavens
Her heart I did steal
And heartless she was
When she rolled on like a wheel
There’s a lot of things in this world
That I can understand
I’ve met wise men and fools
And I’ve rambled this land
But how does a woman
Raze the fields of soul in a man?
How did that woman raze the field of soul in this man?
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6. |
Fugitive’s Song
03:51
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I was only 21
Years were few, though felt so long
The life I would have led had just begun
I had my sweetheart, Marie
She’d just had my baby
When a lawman met his end by my gun
Now the moon is full and bright
Wish I had pulled one less last heist
This winter desert wind, now it’s cutting through my jeans
If they catch me, let her know
That her daddy loved her so
Around here they don’t hold trials
For a cop killing thief
So I packed up some things
And gave Marie the diamond ring
That I had got from mama
The day before
Said “If they kill me, live well
And I’ll see you in hell
Where our love will burn evermore.”
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Alameda
03:09
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Somewhere down near Mexico
There’s a place I yearn to go
In the mountains by the sea
Where the weather is warm as the
Embrace of wild roaming and being free
Oh, Alameda, I want to meet all your señoritas
You called to me and I feel that I need to
Learn some things I didn’t know
Oh, Alameda, still far away I start to see the
Setting sun light words etched in the stones
I’ll roam to greet you on my own
I’m going where there ain’t no grief
Where all love flies on the breeze
And the sun smiles on shining people in the street
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8. |
Hogtied
02:55
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I roared with the storm
Soaring in the wind
Time was a dear friend of mine
Until I lent my lightning thin
Now I’m bottled and I’m pinned
She’s grown around me like a vine
Now I just don’t know how
How to say goodbye
I’m half the man that I was untied
Tonight as together
As together we lie
Lord that strong wind of sorrow
Has got an agonizing bite
Poured from the sky: my lust
Fell in some green-eyes dust
I mistook the severe for the slight
Then that dirt turned into mud
Steady rain rose up in flood
There ain’t a damn thing dry in sight
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9. |
Blues In My Heart
03:32
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I’ve got these blues in my heart
They haunt me night and day
I just can’t seem to shake them
I keep trying to find a way
I’ve got them blues in my heart
They’re haunting me night and day
Low, low down
I’ve been feeling low down
So I’m going to find me a wild woman
Write a little song
Wash pills down with wine
Singing all night long
About the blues in my heart
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Jack Fister Austin, Texas
Jack Fister is a singer and songwriter from St. Louis, Missouri, currently based in Austin, Texas, making Country-Blues music rooted in tradition by nature and originality by nurture.
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