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Cherry Pies
04:22
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we made cherry pies
and sat them on the window sill
go outside to run and hide,
till' Mom called us home for the evening meal
we'd sit under daddy oak
and share our dreams and things
over the years I realized
you had less and less to share with me
you said one night:
when I grow up
I want to be a better man.
throw my son a ball,
and hold his mother's hand
find a way to
make the days resolve
on a better note
I want to make my love soar
'cause all it does now is float
in the spring i'd go out,
and sit under the April Rain
grab a journal & pen
and let the evening pick my brain.
I always thought of you
the way you see the world intrigues me so
I'll watch where you walk
and decide i'll follow
when I grow up
I want to be a better man.
Throw my son a ball,
and hold his mother's hand
find a way to
make the days resolve
on a better note
I want to make my love soar
'cause all it does now is float
now we're grown up
and we've started families
I want to tell you all
the things i'm noticing
the way my daughter plays
the way I can say anything
to make her smile
im a lucky man
i can do the same with my bride
and the memories come flooding in
when she makes her cherry pies
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April Rain
03:38
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april rain is falling harder than it did this time last year
did this time last year
momma birds are calling for their babies to tell them the coast's clear
tell them the coast's clear
the scent of pine is thick, it's stronger than a thousand candles in the summer sun
candles in the summer sun
i'll crawl into the attic and watch it pour like falling shells of a shot gun
shells of a shotgun
and i miss you
come home soon
if you close your eyes, you can hear the river sing to her maker
sing to her maker
while the mountains sigh reverberates across this clouded green acre
clouded green acre
its bitter cold outside but warm enough to go out and waste the day thinking
waste the day thinking
with the pathway as a guide ill walk the valley while the daylight is shrinking
daylight is shrinking
and i miss you
come home soon
and nighttime comes
like a kiss from the angel
who hold back your pain
and brings on the april rain
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Taste the Years
04:54
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iles of green outside the family farm
where beads of purple, were pressed into wine
"son a small drink won't do any harm"
i'd raise my hand and smile, "no thanks, I'm fine"
we spent our summers on the italian plains
at age fourteen i never thought about it much
but this mans love for his trade ran through his veins
those grapes begged to be picked, they longed for his touch
and that drink, oh my gosh
i've never tasted something so sweet
before
i taste 73' it was the time you got mad at me, for breaking your window
i taste 84' the time you fell through the floor, lord that was so long ago
i taste 92' i taste the years with you
You worked my little hands to the bone back then
pouring every drop into its vile
i'd trade it all for a chance to pour again
so we could sit and talk, then drink for awhile
and that drink, oh my gosh
i've never tasted something so sweet
before
i taste 78' we'd spent time trying to fix that gate with the old tub of glue
i taste 85' the year you gave me your pocket knife, oh and some stitches too
i taste 2002, i taste the years with you.
and through the passing of time
age settles the score
better is the wine
and i grow to miss you more
i taste 73' it was the time you got mad at me...
i taste 73' it was the time you got mad at me, for breaking your window
i taste 84' the time you fell through the floor, lord that was so long ago
i taste 92' i taste the years with you
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Santa Fé
04:58
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pink bricks layer in city streets
billows of smoke heaven bound
we walk the roads of Santa Fé
such a strange but lovely town
the mountains watch this city
like angels did the son of man
lets sow all of our joy spent here
and reap it when we can
we could start a family
maybe ten years from now
tell them what we cherished here
maybe teach them how
to breathe the mountain air
or praise the painted sky
wake up early in the morn'
to hear the blackbirds gentle cry
in Santa Fé
the moon's a fingernail
above this stucco house
casting light upon the darkness
and i still can't figure out
the way it bathes my skin in white
and soaks my mind in peace
it makes life sweeter than the taste
of my wildest dreams
we could start a family
maybe 10 years from now
tell them what we cherished here
maybe teach them how
to breathe the mountain air
or praise the painted sky
wake up early in the morn'
to hear the blackbirds gentle cry
in Santa Fé
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Daniel
04:27
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the clouds above spell out my name
above the forest line
the leaves seem to have lost their place
like i've lost mine
Daniel left his pub
he's searching for something else to find
complains he's had enough
of people stealing off his time
but then he saw the rain
glitter in the night
he said he'd do it all again
he'd see with different eyes
as i walk the lonely path
through the forest by the creek
i have trouble looking back
at what the world doesn't see
but i'll trust in something more
while the stars shine brilliantly
i wonder if we'll go back
to the way things used to be
where simple was the math
and every bitter heart turned sweet
i guess i'll find myself
from the outside, looking out
in sickness or in health
this thing spins on without a doubt
but i have seen the rain
and its brighter than the sun
i've forgotten all the pain
and i've remembered how to run
as i walk the lonely path
through the forest by the trees
i saw the world tip his hat
tilt his head and take a seat
we found the sun behind the trees
as he put his life back in the leaves
and i swear i saw Daniel
sitting down smiling at me
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Saige Cross Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Born and raised in Texas, Living in Oklahoma City. Trying to tell honest stories through honest songs.
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