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The Mornings Aint Warm (Boudreau) planted deep in the back of my head are the seeds of things my daddy once said and up sprouted this stubborn old tree with fading roots and lofted dreams there's still a couple of two by fours suppose…
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Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…
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Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…
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A mid tempo bluesy rock tune.
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I wish I had a car That ran on air, so far To take me out – when I need to go I wish I had the cash Some seem to make so fast To take you out, when we need it so And with the travel costs so high I’m trapped inside this box of mine Waiting…
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I wish I had a car That ran on air, so far To take me out – when I need to go I wish I had the cash Some seem to make so fast To take you out, when we need it so And with the travel costs so high I’m trapped inside this box of mine Waiting…
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All Messed Up (Boudreau) I was hanging on the end of the block near the record shop Waiting for my boys to show You spilled out of a cab with your bags full of get up n go And I wasn’t looking for trouble but it sure has a subtle way of…
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Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…
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Well i had to have a drink it is my birthday...Hic!! it can only get better.......
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The Mornings Aint Warm (Boudreau) planted deep in the back of my head are the seeds of things my daddy once said and up sprouted this stubborn old tree with fading roots and lofted dreams there's still a couple of two by fours suppose…
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