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Change (Set You Free)
03:38
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She left me in the morning while I was sleeping
She didn't even wake me up to say goodbye
So I burned up all the memories that I'd been keeping
And the smoke rose to the sky
But what's the point of crying about a lover
But to lose your voice like a hound that howls at the moon
So I slipped out from underneath my covers
And I was out of bed and it wasn't even noon
So I caught a train that was headed down to Nashville
I hear that's where the lonely guitar players like to live
If I don't make it there I'll move to Asheville
For now I'll give it whatever I got to give
The days are long and sad and strange, but they ain't always gonna be
Though you may have not foreseen the change, it just might set you free
Then I showed up into town and no one knew me
It was harder than I thought it'd be to get myself some gigs
The women here they seem to look right through me
The club owners say come back when you get big
But when every open mic is an open window
Every chord you play could be a cord getting pulled
You start to only sing when you feel sorrow
I'm 21 and now I'm getting old
The days are long and sad and strange, but they ain't always gonna be
Though you may have not foreseen the change, it just might set you free
The days are long and sad and strange, but they ain't always gonna be
Though you may have not foreseen the change, it just might set you free
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Made For Two
05:04
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Don't lock the door
When you come home tonight
Don't let the blinds fall down
Don't turn off your light
You know my shadow
Won't stray far from my way
When I walk through the door
I'll fall on my knees and pray
That you never leave
And the days don't end
And if they do
I'll love you tomorrow again
This voice was made for singing the blues
This heart was made for loving you
This bed was made, babe, was made for two
The birds have flown now
The eggs have fried away in the pan
War could break out around us
That wouldn't change our plans
My bones are weary
From being away too long
We're gonna stand side-by-side
And we're gonna sing our song
That we'll never leave
And the days don't end
And if they do
I'll love you tomorrow again
This voice was made for singing the blues
This heart was made for loving you
This bed was made, babe, was made for two
So turn your world down early and come on home to me
The hive is looking empty without its honey bee
Lay lady lay across my big brass bed
Listen to the music, forget about your head
This voice was made for singing the blues
This heart was made for loving you
This bed was made, babe, was made for two
Well this bed was made, babe, was made for two
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3. |
PA Song
04:54
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Early in the morning I don't see the sun rising, I see clouds
And it is getting hard to be something that would make my momma proud
Rising out of bed feeling like I already have done some wrong
Sit out on my window sill, whistling a meaningless old song
It's been a long time since I've made a dime on this guitar
It's been even longer since I've had a dream of becoming a star
But still I'm gonna make it, though I don't know when or what or why or how
Maybe not today, not tomorrow, but some fine day coming now
But count on me in the morning
Count on me anytime of the day
I'm going home to Pennsylvania
Though I can't go home this way
I walk in the door and lock it, sit and stare at the socket on the wall
They cut the line to my phone, so I guess that I won't know if you call
But who am I to kid, if you did, I don't know what I would say
Just I wish that I could see you, but until I do have a very nice day
And count on me in the morning
Count on me anytime of the day
I'm going home to Pennsylvania
Though I can't go home this way
I've done every kind of gig, small and big, well I guess not all that big
I've done every kind of scheme, chased every dream, played every game that I could rig
But down every road I turn, I get further from where I need to go
And the only thing I'm sure about is that there's nothing that I really know
But count on me in the morning
Count on me anytime of the day
I'm going home to Pennsylvania
Though I can't go home this way
Well I can't go home this way
I just can't go home this way
No I can't go home this old way
I just can't go home this way
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Owen Walsh Honesdale, Pennsylvania
Owen Walsh is a folk singer and songwriter from rural Pennsylvania. A live performer since he can remember, Owen has brought his unique mix of folk, rock, blues, and Americana to audiences from Nashville to New York City.
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