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Hard On Things
02:51
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Hard on Things
I’m hard on my body
I’m hard on my bones
I’m hard on every tool I own
hard of hearing I’m hard of taste
gettin’ all my teeth replaced
I’m hard on every tool I use
I strip the drivers and the screws
I’m hard on my soles
hard on my heels
hard on tires I’m hard on wheels
hard on clutches hard on brakes
I’m hardest on my own mistakes
my suspension needs new springs
‘cause I’m hard on things
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on boots hard on gloves
I’m hard on all the ones I love
I’m hard on hearts I’m hard on flings
I’m hardest on the sweetest things
I’ve worn out two gold wedding rings
‘cause I’m hard on things
I may be right and I might be wrong
it’s hard to put that in a song
it’s hard to make this Gibson sing
whenever I try I break the strings
‘cause I’m hard on things
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on everything
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on my friends ‘cause it’s hard to care
for someone you love who’s hardly there
I’m hard on my wallet I’m hard for cash
I go hard until I crash
I’m hard on my liver and it’s hard on my head
it’s hard to sleep when I lie in bed
with the nightmares the morning brings
I’m hard on things
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
it ain’t easy when you’re hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
I’m hard on things
mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
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Under the Belly of the Night
they didn’t wanna roll the dice on icy roads that night
or sleep in dirty clothes through a frozen Minnesota night
they spent a month of rent to get on that B35
went off the air not a soul survived
singin’ that’ll be the day I die the night before
how could he know those words of love would only hurt us more
man on the radio predicted snow and said the only
stars to fall over Clear Lake Iowa
they fell
under the belly of the night
under the belly of the night
under the belly of the night
but they’re still on the air
you can find them there
how many folks tonight are puttin’ trouble on the run?
laying a needle down on that Chicago preacher’s son?
havin’ that party while the singer’s singin’ from the grave
he’s out there now twistin’ the night away
down the courtyard you could hear him on the radio
behind the walls of number 7 singin’ soft and low
a couple moanin’ when the gun popped in the night above
they heard the shot kept makin’ love
under the belly of the night
under the belly of the night
under the belly of the night
a famous singer fell at the Evening Star Motel
Jackie Wilson’s heart is crying on Commercial Drive
long as there’s an FM dial I know he’s still alive
if I should die I pray the radio my soul to keep
if I don’t wake from nine years of sleep
under the belly of the night
under the belly of the night
I’ll be there
under the belly of the night
I’ll be on the air
you can find me there
under the belly of the night
I’ll be singin’
under the belly of the night
with the holy ghosts
under the belly of the night
and oh a love that’s love
will not fade away
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The Law and the Lonesome
05:00
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The Law And the Lonesome
with the wrath of the law and the lonesome above you
and all those who love you behind
with a storm in your rearview and darkness before you
where will you fly to this time?
only Jesus will go down the road you’re burning
and you should be turning to him
how will you wade and be washed in the water
when the river is dirty as sin?
how can she take you and make you so lonely?
you said she was only a friend
any fool in his pride who’s tried to refuse her
can see you’re usin’ again
the snow’s like the ghost of cocaine on the highway
it shifts and plays tricks on your mind
the wind is like razors and in only two days
you done two hundred thousand white lines
you took the wrong way home
you took the wrong way home
they blasted the bedrock and laid all the blacktop
like a snake round the shoulders of God
Christ on his hilltop and the cop at the truckstop
they’re both only doing their job
you got a double cross to bear now you’ve lost
the last friend you had to lose
he’s in the ambulance you’re in the cruiser
with a fatal case of the sucker punch blues
you took the wrong way home
you took the wrong way home
you took the wrong way home
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Morning Glories
04:44
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Morning GlorIes
Luther
he’s a pension cheque gambler
he’s a park bench instructor
he’s a bread crumb handler
and a pigeon conductor
he’s an old ashtray miner
a half-a-lung hacker
a life’s-been-unkinder
and a penny roll stacker
Chuck
he’s a liquor store strummer
he’s a half-a-block howler
he’s the sound of my summer
he’s a “Dead Flowers” growler
he’s a sidewalk street singer
a Baldwin Spadina
old resonator slinger
and a drunken John Priner
Dolores
she’s a stray cat collector
she’s a landlord’s dilemma
she’s a mangy menagerie
marigold mama
she’s a plastic flower bike basket
Eaton’s Glider rider
a long Lola loiter
and a Pall Mall provider
I can smell the lilac from my room
the hollyhock sidewalks of June
where roses are blooming red as wine
but there are morning glories that only bloom
late in the chilly afternoon
and they might be the sweetest on the vine
they might be the sweetest on the vine
let’s float in the air
over Kensington Market
we could take your car there
but there’s no place to park it
up here with the pigeons
whom gravity pardons
we can see all the green bins
and sidewalks and gardens
we can look and there’s Chuck
singing “Muhlenberg County”
and he’s already tucked away
two Old Milwaukees
and just two streets over
from Spadina and Baldwin
there’s Luther sittin’ under
the bronze of Al Waxman
and there goes Dolores
on her way down to Lola
to lounge in a chorus
of lit-up low rollers
she gives Chuck a smoke
and he gives her a song
Luther’s still broke but
he shuffles along
and she hands him one too
‘cause she can afford it
and the twilight falls blue
on their cherry tip auras
and it’s plain to see now
that the darkness is growing
that you’re not down and out
when you’re down and out going
I can smell the lilac from my room
the hollyhock sidewalks of June
where roses are blooming red as wine
but there are morning glories that only bloom
late in the chilly afternoon
and they might be the sweetest on the vine
they might be the sweetest on the vine
they might be the sweetest on the vine
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5. |
Rainbed
03:29
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Rainbed
did you ever notice how the rain sounds
like an old lp when you put the needle down?
crackle and hiss of a day like this
it makes for a sweet kind of laziness
I could practically kiss the roof above my head
cause I’m dry
lying in my rainbed
city slickers’ll be slicker tonight
windshield rainshine blurring the streetlight
cars’ll slur by on my street
the asphalt will shine vinyl-black under my feet
I don’t complain the sound of the rain is so sweet
the wind throws some rain ‘gainst my window pane
like a friend calling me outside to play
he knows I love a windy day
he knows I got a little rhyme to say
it’s a rainsong spinning in my brain
here it is comes turnin’ round again it says
rain, rain, stay all day
keep the sky a steel-wool grey
I wanna stay inside and play
pick up my guitar and say hey
rain, rain, cool me down
let the steam roll off this town
like the roots of trees deep underground
I wake up when I hear the sound of
rain, rain, through the night
on into the cold grey light
if I had my love to hold me tight
I’d turn the light out and make things right as rain
but she ain’t here she’s nowhere near
and the things I whispered in her hair
wherever she is, she’s got them there
I still hear all my favourite things she said
when we were lying in our rainbed
did you ever notice how the rain sounds
like an old lp when you put the needle down?
crackle and hiss of a day like this
it makes for a sweet kind of laziness
I could practically kiss the roof above my head
‘cause I’m dry
and lying in my rainbed
I get all these rain thoughts in my head
every time I’m
lying in my rainbed
I think of all the graveyard dead
oh and I think of them
lying in their rainbed
or that river
creeping up the watershed
that river’s gonna
roll out of his rainbed
I sing the rain from A to Z
I sing the rain
lying in my rainbed
I’m lying in my rainbed
I’m lying in my rainbed
I’m lying in my rainbed
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6. |
Two Miles of Train
03:44
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Two Miles of Train
I been north and south and south and north
I been forth and back and back and forth
but right now I’m just underneath this tree
if I had a watch I’d be keepin’ mine
on Big Rock Candy Mountain time
that way I’m always where I need to be
and singin’
two miles of train
shootin’ right through my brain
got them hobo jungle fever dreams again
two miles of train
shootin’ right through my brain
got them hobo jungle fever dreams again
there’s a cherry blossom moonshine breeze
underneath these willow trees
yeah this spot was just too sweet to ignore
I mean how much luckier could we have been
the junkies moved out and we moved in
and camped right here behind the liquor store
all singin’
two miles of train
shootin’ right through my brain
got them hobo jungle fever dreams again
two miles of train
shootin’ right through my brain
got them hobo jungle fever dreams again
Sam Hazard he’s gone down the street
and left me here bustin’ up mesquite
for a little heat and southern Christmas cheer
Lost and Found and Lightnin’ Dan
Psycho and the Frying Pan
tonight I wish that they could all be here (and singin’)
two miles of train
shootin’ right through my brain
got them hobo jungle fever dreams again
two miles of train
shootin’ right through my brain
got them hobo jungle fever dreams again
got them hobo jungle fever dreams again
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Best Demented Cowgirl Face
dead air on the motel tv
found a skin book in the drawer
I was wonderin’ where they get these women
I ain’t never seen before
everyone got to be somewhere
then again it’s all been staged
somewhere out past where you give a shit
they’re somebody else’s mail
paint your best demented cowgirl face
right on your bridal veil
and we’ll ride into the sundown
just like somebody else’s mail
burnt the vinyl on the cooler
I stole an ashtray and a spoon
I’m a random problem customer
I’m the King of Saskatoon
gettin’ busted was the only crime
the plan that could not fail
you been set up you been framed
and the police must have read your mail
paint your best demented cowgirl face
right on your bridal veil
and we’ll ride into the sundown
just like somebody else’s mail
them bus stops disappear
when that old Greyhound’s down the road
course that’s just a theory man
nobody really knows
read a story ‘bout a train sometimes
by looking down the rails
sometimes you gotta steam the flap
like it was somebody else’s mail
paint your best demented cowgirl face
right on your bridal veil
and we’ll ride into the sundown
just like somebody else’s mail
and we’ll ride into the sundown
just like somebody else’s mail
and we’ll ride into the sundown
just like somebody else’s mail
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Good News
03:36
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Good News
like a bird leaving a wire
the good news travels on
you left without a word
you took away your song
but I myself have been
the wire and the bird
I’ve been the good news too
and I’ve been the good news gone
it was an afternoon
we never thought we’d have
it was half a year of unexpected love
that I will keep the memory of
when you left me in the fall
there was no good news at all
when the paper hit the door
I didn’t need it anymore
but you’re still good news
good news for someone
good news where you are
good news on the run
it was an afternoon
we never thought we’d have
it was half a year of unexpected love
that I will keep the memory of
you were only good news
good news round my bed
good news in my tea
you were just good news to me
you were only good news
good news round my door
good news in this town
you were good news all around
and you’re still good news
good news for someone
good news where you are
good news on the run
you were only good news
you were only good news
good news on the run
you were only good news
good news on the run
good news on the run
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9. |
I Only Drink A Little
03:22
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I Only Drink a Little
I only drink a little ain’t no need for me to quit
I’m pretty handy with the gas and clutch
but I’ll be sittin’ on a griddle till I’m handed an acquittal
‘cause somebody with a badge won’t budge
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
you can bring another pitcher
put it right there in the middle
I only drink a little too much
I got an indefeasible right to my wrongs
so stand me before the judge
I’ll sing him one of my happier songs
you know a wink is as good as a nudge
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
I like drinkin’ with the Danes
I like drinkin’ with the Dutch
I like drinkin’ with the French
they like a little with lunch
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
if you don’t get the picture
it’s the finger in the middle says
I only drink a little too much
I only drink a little ain’t no need for me to quit
I’m pretty handy with the gas and clutch
but I’ll be sittin’ on a griddle till I’m handed an acquittal
‘cause somebody with a badge won’t budge
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
your Honour
I only drink a little
I only drink a little
I only drink a little too much
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10. |
Take Me To The Mountain
03:33
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Take Me to the Mountain
take me to the mountain but not yet but not yet
take me to the mountain but not yet
take me to the mountain but not yet but not yet
take me to the mountain but not yet
let me roll another cigarette a cigarette
take me to the mountain but not yet
my best stuff is still cookin’ in the shed in the shed
take me to the mountain but not yet
take me to the mountain it’s where I long to go
to your golden palace on them wings as white as snow
let me live a little longer and I’ll leave without regret
take me to the mountain but not yet
I like “Easy Goer” in the fifth in the fifth
take me to the mountain but not yet
Lord I’ve just got a feeling ‘bout this bet ‘bout this bet
take me to the mountain but not yet
take me to the mountain it’s where I long to go
to your golden palace on them wings as white as snow
let me live a little longer and I’ll leave without regret
take me to the mountain but not yet
I’ve never had Suzanna in my bed in my bed
take me to the mountain but not yet
her eyes are green her hair is autumn red autumn red
take me to the mountain but not yet
take me to the mountain it’s where I long to go
to your golden palace on them wings as white as snow
let me live a little longer and I’ll leave without regret
take me to the mountain but not yet
take me to the mountain but not yet but not yet
take me to the mountain but not yet
take me to the mountain but not yet but not yet
take me to the mountain but not yet
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Corin Raymond Hamilton, Ontario
Toronto songwriter Corin Raymond is a troubadour whose robust veracity appeals to older folks and children
alike.
Raymond's latest album, Hobo Jungle Fever Dreams (released March 3rd, 2016) was nominated for the Juno Award 'Contemporary Roots Album of the Year'.
"A hypnotic, literate collection of dark tall tales.... Romantic, immediate, and narcotic." (Acoustic Guitar).
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