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Blue Heaven
03:58
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Do you remember the times when we used to say
That there was nothing but songs and dreams and days
We had guitars and we flew with the Hawks, and hey
It was blue blue heaven
We hit the road on a bright blue September day
We made our money and we spent it in the same cafes
Got a sweet ride from Austin to Asheville, and hey
It was blue blue heaven
It was blue blue heaven
We didn't mind when the weather didn't go our way
Cold nights were mellow with the kindness of strangers
We had a little tune that would make our fortune, and hey
It was blue blue heaven
It was blue blue heaven
When the big old birds would fly towards the horizon
It was time and we would follow
Pack it up and say goodbye
Start again
I see them soaring over me
Like it was yesterday
Sometimes I swear I'm ready to
Rise up and fly away
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Things Like This
03:53
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395's a mighty long road
Runs straight as a broken arrow
South from the edge of Canada
Lonely to Hesperia
That's California
If you don't know it that's okay
People take it to get away
Get away from everything
A hundred bucks for the diamond ring
And fifty for the silver
Neighbors said that he'd been having trouble off and on
Lost his job in China Lake, lost his mind at dawn
Sheriff said there'd only been three murders all year long
Things like this don't happen around here
Things like this don't happen round here
Ridgecrest bakes in the desert sun
Four new ghosts in a stucco dump
Suspect phoned the cops and said
You and me will both be dead
Before this day is over
Forty miles of high speed fun
Playing chicken with a shotgun
Fired at the troopers on his tail
Three time loser won't make bail
He sure won't make Nevada
CH
Eight miles north of the 58
Is a good a place as any to meet your fate
The hostages would both survive
Suspect got his rain of fire
When he pulled over
CH
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Rolling The Boxcars
05:04
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Rolling the boxcars, rolling the boxcars
Find me an angel to bless my bones
Well the Saginaw Chippewa welcomed me in
To the new Soaring Eagle, like an old long lost friend
Turned my last pay check into green chips and gin
Digging for copper on the Yellow Dog Plains
Kennecott's got me for a year and a day
But tonight's alright, I'm the shooter again
Rolling the boxcars, rolling the boxcars
Throwing the hard way to get me back home
Rolling the boxcars, rolling the boxcars
Find me an angel to bless my bones
I kept throwing numbers, Big Red stayed away
I was the hero, king for a day
The eye in the sky didn't see things my way
Fifty on the yo, stickman's got to go
And the house always knows when to mess with my mojo
When I threw the first punch, it was the last thing I'd throw
Rolling...
Isabella County Jail is mighty cold when you can't make bail
They were on me so fast, covering the cash
At least I'll never go down that black mining shaft
For a year's good behavior I'll be back on my way
And the warden says "Boy, keep a-counting your days"
But there's a game on the yard if you've something to play
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Rambling Girl
02:57
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Don't you fall in love with a ramblin boy
That's what your mama said
He will take you to the fallen side of town
And the only thing he will ever crave
Is a lonely road to an empty grave
With pretty girls like you to lay him down
But remember
You're a rambling girl
If I'm not mistaken
You're a rambling girl
Your mama said that love's a toy
When you fall in love with a rambling boy
He falls in love like most folk drink water
But I'll tell you why he blows your mind
He's the only one that's left alive
Running free and sleeping out of doors
You got to sleep out doors
Sleep out doors
Cause you're a rambling girl
A rambling girl
Don't you forget it
You're a rambling girl
Well you saw him when his bike went down
You were walking in the square and now
He's making tea and telling tales of glory
And you write your mama now and then
She's waiting for that autumn wind
That brings you home a faded morning glory
She don't get it
You're a ramblin girl
Don't you forget it
You're a ramblin girl
Yeah, blowin his mind
You're a rambling girl
Tell me what happened
You're a rambling girl
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Steel Rails
03:47
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Steel rails
Steel rails
Still sing their lonesome song
But the times
The times are moving on
Sacramento lullaby
I hear the whistle where I lie
Dreaming I was riding through the rain
Hobo east to meet the Katy
Almost caught that mystery lady
But no one's coming down those tracks again
Old whistle stops where no one stops
On Iowa winter plains
But the big box store in South Sioux City's almost done
The highways roar to golden shores
12 lane ribbons passing for the future
But the future sure ain't what it used to be
CH
Granite hills and avalanche
Above the Donner Pass again
A hundred yards of boulder stopped the C.P. cold
The west was won with blood and bullets
Letters forged and triggers pulled
It only took 100 years to pacify
Drifters out in Santa Cruz
When they get them cosmic blues
They know where to take their worried mind
Cook your bacon on the tracks
Wooden trestle, lay on back
Dig that California sky
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Hills On Fire
04:55
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We haven’t had a drop of rain
In this whole year
The hills are brown and the air is still
Oh how I wish that it would rain
Oh how I wish that it would rain
Hills on fire
And the sun is red
Hills on fire
Riding on the desert wind
Hills on fire
The embers blow and hit the roof
Across the canyon night
The sirens sing a song for the coyotes in flight
There's no shelter from a burning sky
There's no shelter from a burning sky
CH
The only sight of water is the tears from my eyes
The drops roll down on the dry black soil
And a green blade of grass starts to grow
And a green blade of grass starts to grow
CH
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White Cross
03:48
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Flying Now
02:52
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My bed has been made
With the last of my dreams
I can see a few stars
Through the wind in the tree
I'm flying now
When I left my home
I was just seventeen
Now I'm cashing in bottles
On a Frogtown street
I'm flying now
The girl that I loved
She was faithless and cruel
Well that suited me fine
I'm a natural fool
But I'm flying now
Yeah I'm flying now
I'm flying now
No one can touch me
No one can touch me
The pale blue yonder
Says bye bye love
I just might grow old
My face carries the lines
Of the winds that have whipped me
Now they push from behind
And I'm flying now
Flying now
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Epiphany on Town Hall Square
Just another lonely winter dawn
Don't you wish that you'd been there
When a holy child was born
Why'd he come in still of night?
On darkest day, in lowest light?
Never like the lilies will I be
And my childhood grips me still
January takes my soul
Bestills the winds like fallen snow
The days grow longer, colder, promising
Of the summer grass to come
Of the summer grass to come
Of the wine and then the better wine
Of the twenty years of wandering
Of the poet on the mount
Of the boughs upon the desert road
Of the sleepless night and empty tomb
My childhood grips me still
My childhood grips me still
Epiphany on Town Hall Square
Just another lonely winter dawn
Don't you wish that you'd been there
When a holy child was born
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Will you watch over me from above?
Will you watch over me from above?
The good seem to leave in winter
leave no trace leave no splinter
Just the light they left on
For the grieving
Left the light on
As they were leaving
Will you watch over me from above?
Will you watch over me from above?
The kind seem to disappear in the spring
Take a quick and a sudden gentle wing
While the buds start to hint
At the new life
Farewell the old life
Godspeed the true wife
And why a summer day
To board that westbound train
I guess she couldn't wait for the evening
Sweet summer evening
Will you watch over me from above?
Will you watch over me from above?
The shadows of the fall grow taller
Might seep into the hall and the hollow
And letting go might feel like a promise
Of the answer waiting for all of us
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I See Hawks in L.A. Los Angeles, California
I SEE HAWKS IN L.A. formed in the first year of the 21st century on a desert journey that has led to ten releases, UK/Europe and U.S. tours, and way too much fun. Alt country folk rock with rich harmonies and a way outsider approach to Americana. See them live! Top Ten Americana Releases, MOJO ... more
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