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Walk in the Sun
03:27
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The devils die with my sleep.
It’s good this night is done.
It’s good to be at daylight now.
I need a walk in the sun.
Skip the morning coffee.
And put away the gun.
I’ve got to get out of here.
I need a walk in the sun.
A cage of hopeful memories,
cornered in my brain,
surrounded by a nightmare land
where the devils reign.
I can’t stay here no more.
I’ve got nowhere to run
And all that I can reconcile.
I need a walk in the sun.
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Between the Tracks
04:46
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Hobo bohemia, the wandering round.
Big hole sky, homeward bound.
Gypsy moon. Stripper Jack.
Frog-Faced Sally. Cut’n slack.
King of tramps, A-No.1.
Hobo pages, on the bum.
Beggerdom, the big wonder.
On the nut, reap or squander.
Railroad spike. A handy man.
Yeah I was here. Spider web plan.
Between the tracks, the train tales.
Twisting a dream, read’n the rails.
Hobo bohemia, the wandering round.
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Voice on the Phone
02:23
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You rang me up on the phone
Finding me down and all alone
Your voice I longed to hear again this way
It’s been a year since you left this place
The memories I’ll never erase
Your spirit is here, I’ll always dream this way
You had to leave this world, you’ve gone, you’ve gone
But you just can’t say goodbye, go on, go on
You rang me up on the phone
Crying to me from the beyond
You’re on the other side to stay, this way
Someday, someday, someday, someday
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Alone and Forsaken
03:53
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I’ve been living in a daze baby, baby
I’ve been trying to find my way baby, baby
I can’t make it on my own
If you left I’d be all alone
Without you what would I do?
Can’t you see I’m falling apart baby, bab
y
A poison arrow is in my heart
I can’t go on without your love
I can never have enough
Without you what would I do? (2x)
Just look ahead forget the past baby, baby
Let’s hold on to a joy that lasts baby, baby
Take my hand and follow me down
I can’t believe the love I’ve found
Without you what would I do? (3x)
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Prologue
00:28
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Come On Lightning
02:59
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Meet by the old Pepsi sign
I’ve been standing here since half past 9
smoking castoffs, and drinking gin
sportin’ my Nicholson grin.
Most men don’t ever stick around
You thought you’d gone and pinned me down
Don’t bother, you can’t ever understand
That I’m just another traveling man
It was getting on to noon
I thought that you’d be showing up soon
My throat was getting mighty dry
Me and this Nevada sky
I realized that you weren’t coming
One thing I’ve learned from this life of bumming
There was a freight headed up the rail
I decided to go and grab it’s tail
Most men don’t ever stick around
You thought you’d gone and pinned me down
As the future holds another day
I might again pass this way
Most men don’t ever stick around
You thought you’d gone and pinned me down
Don’t bother, you can’t ever understand
That I’m just another traveling man
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Night Life
03:29
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Never Ending Setting Sun
02:56
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Garbage truck grind on seventh street.
Another day begins in the summer heat.
Out on the bay in the fading light,
I follow a jet until it’s out of sight.
This strange notion like it’s over and done,
over for good before it’s begun.
In my mind is the never-ending setting sun.
A cloud of umbrella’s on the avenue,
a slow motion of red, black and blue.
On the corner was a child’s face,
yet, now when I look, an empty space.
The last time, every time is what I feel.
What was before my step is behind my heel.
To this constant twilight of final decline,
I lean back in the seat and raise my wine.
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The train horn was calling.
Moon was shining bright.
Middle of the night.
Too late to dream.
Too old to scheme.
All I have is this ode.
I’m walking down shadow road.
Alone with this vision.
Early in the morning.
Appeared as a warning.
A world so stark.
A blend of moon and dark.
A life reaps what it sewed.
I’m walking down shadow road
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All the warm summer nights so peaceful in July
Here’s a toast to the good times
So long and goodbye
Through the night the scent of flowers floating in the sky
They wrap around my senses
So long and goodbye
The air feels heavy, fire flies hover by
Thoughts start to wander on a warm night in July
Fully in the moment, one can only try
Never lose those warm summer nights
So long and goodbye
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Phil Gammage New York, New York
Songwriter, vocalist, and guitar slinger, Phil Gammage is a Texas-born artist who now resides in NYC. His new album, "From Nowhere to Somewhere", (Oct 22) is a robust collection of Americana songs as diverse and heart-felt as the genre itself. Twisting endless roads, and the folklore of 20th century America, the album draws inspiration from Phil’s life as a musician, historian, & fiction writer. ... more
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