Palo Santo

by American Longspurs

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released 18 March 2014

Produced by American Longspurs, Andrew Hiller and George White
Engineered and mixed by George White
Mastered by TW Walsh

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Track Name: The Truth
So where have you gone to, my love?
Yeah, I been feelin' so sad and so lonely wantin' for you.
It don't seem fair and it don't seem, no, it don't seem right at all.
So, I'm cuttin' loose and callin' a friend up,
And we're gonna drink and dance with every girl and howl at the moon,
But it won't feel right and it won't make losing you easy to do.
'Cause there you go again,
Breakin' my heart in two,
It looks so easy, it looks almost second nature on you.
'Cause most of my friends are either married,
Or they have kids on the way,
And I don't have much of anything,
In fact I think it might be that way to stay.
But I don't mind,
'Cause no matter how hard I look I ain't ever gonna find,
Another quite like you.
I'll be 27 this year, you'll be 25,
And there's a whole lotta livin' left before we die,
So I ain't gonna try to hide it, cover it up with big words,
You see the truth is that I miss you and I loved you so much.
But all our friends, they got married,
And they have kids of their own,
And it looks like that ain't us and it's sad,
But I think it might be that way to stay.
Still I don't mind,
'Cause no matter how hard you look you ain't ever gonna find,
A love that's quite like mine.
Track Name: San Antonio
Making my way to San Anton'
Lord, I ended up in Mexico.
I was chasing Marie and a memory,
I was drinkin' out in Laredo.
But that's alright,
'Cause she's gonna be my baby tonight.
She took me home to Juarez,
And now we're running guns in the moonlight.
So I headed up north to New Orleans,
Instead I made it out to Tennessee.
I was sippin' moonshine and a bottle of wine,
With a girl I met in McKenzie.
But that's alright,
She's gonna be my baby tonight,
She got me all tongue tied,
and out here chasin' fireflies.
So cut me out a road,
Take me wherever the wind blows.
And let it cut through my toes,
As I hang 'em outside of the window,
Of the car we're driving down the highway,
To the next town.
Drove all the way to New York City,
I heard them big city lights, yeah, they look real pretty.
I was missin' Arizona and the place I call home,
Sat on down and wrote this little ditty, Alright. Alright.
She's gonna be my baby tonight,
If she callin' me back to the desert, well, I just might.
So cut me out a road,
Take me wherever the wind blows.
And let it cut through my toes,
As I hang 'em outside of the window,
Of the car we're driving down the highway,
To the next town.
Track Name: The Ocean
We went out last night,
And I took her to a place I don't like,
To spend too much time at,
or much of my money on.
But man, she was worth it. Worth every dime,
Every second I spent I was having a time,
Told her climb those pretty long legs up in here next to me.
My heart was racing with her head on my chest,
Until she gave me a look, said, "darlin', don't hold back,"
And then I leaned on in and pretty soon,
We were swimming,
Deep inside of an ocean of blankets,
Fightin' back the morning all night long.
So here's my heart, if you want you can break it,
Or we can just have fun, you can hold my hand,
We can let this be what it naturally, naturally ought to be.
Man was I wrong, that was it she was gone,
As if she never were there, man, she just disappeared,
But every now and again I think about her and then,
A smile comes to my face, 'cause I remember,
Yeah, I remember when we were swimming',
Deep inside of an ocean of blankets,
Fightin' back the morning all night long.
So here's my heart, if you want you can break it,
Or we can just have fun, you can hold my hand,
We can let this be what it naturally, naturally ought to be.
Track Name: Love Song
Yeah, I don't know,
Why the sound of a steel guitar and twin fiddle,
Resonates within me and I can't explain,
Why I so often talk of how I just want to go home,
When I don't really know where that might be.
'Cause I was raised,
Out on the edge of town where the cotton fields grow.
We rode our bikes to school each day, man, we didn't have much,
Just a hardware shop, a grocery store and a Reel McCoy,
These days those fields are gone and so am I.
'Cause when all you got is the mud clinging to your boots,
You'd give about anything to hang on to your roots.
So if you're asking me if my heart's true,
Yes it is, and this is my love song to you.
'Cause I get sad,
More days than I don't, I was born like that.
You can ask my dad, he's the same way too, we were both made sad.
But these songs I write and the boys by my side, they got my back,
And we ain't ever gon' apologize for that.
'Cause when all you got is the mud clinging to your boots,
You'd give about anything to hang on to your roots.
So if you're asking me if my heart's true,
Yes it is, and this is my love song to you.
'Cause all I've got is the mud clinging to my boots,
And I'd give about anything to hang on to my roots.
So if you're asking me if my heart's true,
Hell yes it is, and this is my love song to you.
'Cause when all you got is the mud clinging to your boots,
You'd give about anything to hang on to your roots.
So if you're asking me if my heart's true,
Yes it is, and this is my love song to you.
Track Name: Kerosene
I could write the book on falling on your face,
Pickin' yourself on up and never learning from your mistakes.
But I should have seen it comin',
You had her name and I knew his,
From a girl I used to know back when,
And the irony is.
I could write a novel given the way I talk,
On the things I'll say to a woman as opposed to what I ought.
But I should have seen it comin',
I was aflame and you were kerosene,
But when you spilled your guts on the phone each night,
I had the nerve to ask, "why me?"
The first one learned her lesson with me,
And the second took her lovin' away,
So when you came along I called you lucky,
I should have known,
They come in three, boy they'll make it look easy,
But they ain't ever really gone when they leave,
They come in three, and she'll eat at you mercilessly,
Until you beg her ghost leave you be, they come in three.
I know you've got a couple demons,
I was hoping they could hang with mine.
And I know I've given you a bunch of reasons,
Not to give me any of your time,
But I think you know we'd be a good fit if you could open up your mind.
Track Name: The Good Fight
So I'm filling up my pockets,
With bottle caps and spent cigarettes,
The things I kept from the places,
That I ain't been to yet.
Oh, and Marie says that it's fleeting,
This hollow, empty feeling,
And I hope to God she's right.
So I'll ride out in the soft light,
That lends itself to the summertime,
Hang a rosary from the rear view,
For those I left behind.
Oh, but there ain't a drink that I ain't drunk,
And there ain't a lot that I ain't done,
And I doubt that I'll miss much.
So tell the woman who broke me that it ain't at all her fault.
Tell the woman who made me that I loved with all my heart.
Tell the man who rescued me I fought the good fight.
And tell them people who love me not to,
Tell 'em not to weep for me tonight.
Track Name: Lights Go Down
Lights go down across New York City,
I don't really give too much of a damn,
Like I did when I was nineteen,
Couldn't wait to get my ass out of town.
Now, at first I thought east, get away from this heat,
And I'd maybe fall in love in the Garden State.
A ramblin' man, I'd have to change my name,
'Cause I tend to be a man who hangs around.
And now it's 3 AM, I'm down to my last cigarette,
I got a bag of pills, boy I ain't done yet.
Now, some guys they slave for their dollar a day,
And they're makin' ends meet on a minimum wage,
But some guys ain't me, oh lord I'd hate to be,
I ain't gonna be a man who hangs around. No more.
And now it's 3 AM, I'm down to my last cigarette,
I got a bag of pills, boy I ain't done yet.
And oh, maybe I'll cry in the morning.
But for now, Paycheck's burnin' up the radio,
And oh, all my rowdy friends are commin' over,
And oh, we ain't ever settlin' we ain't settling' down.
I wasn't raised on no farm, no,
And my daddy didn't teach me how to rope no bulls,
I ain't ever been in a fight,
No, not one in my whole damn life,
But I think I just might,
Feel a wind blown' my way tonight,
I'm gonna bust some heads,
And get my ass kicked outta the bar tonight.
And oh, maybe I'll cry in the morning.
But for now, Paycheck's burnin' up the radio,
And oh, all my rowdy friends are commin' over,
And oh, we ain't ever settlin' we ain't settling' down.