THE BADLEES Song Lyrics

Album:
"The Unfortunate Result of Spare Time"

1) A Better Way To Save The World
2) Me, Myself And I
3) She's The Woman
4) You're Not The Only One
5) Laugh To Keep From Cryin'
6) Laundromat Radio
7) Easier Done Than Said
8) Tore Down Flat In Jackson
9) The Unfunny
10) Little Eddie
11) It Don't Matter Anymore To Me
12) A Matter Of Time

Album:
"Up There Down Here"

1) Don't let me hide
2) Luther's windows
3) Thinking in ways
4) Which one of you
5) Little hell
6) 34 winters
7) Middle of the busiest road
8) Cellarbird and zither
9) Running up that hill
10) Love all
11) Silly little man
12) The Second Coming of Chris
13) A little faith

Album:
"Amazing Grace"

1) I'm Not Here Anymore
2) Long Good Night
3) Poison Ivy
4) Ain't No Man
5) Amazing Grace To You
6) Beyond These Walls
7) Time Turns Around
8) Appalachian Scream
9) A Fever
10) Gone
11) In a Minor Way

Album:
"River Songs"

1) Angeline is Coming Home
2) Fear Of Falling
3) Angels Of Mercy
4) Queen Of Perfection
5) Bendin' The Rules
6) Gwendolyn
7) Ore Hill
8) Nothing Much Of Anything
9) Song For A River
10) I Liked You Better When You Hated Yourself

Album:
"Diamonds in the Coal"

1) Like a Rembrandt
2) Back Where We Came from (The Na Na Song)
3) Just One Moment
4) The Real Thing
5) Heaven on Earth
6) Interlude: Badlee Rap
7) Next Big Thing
8) Dirty Neon Times
9) Spending My Inheritance
10) Sister Shirley
11) Mystery Girl
12) Road to Paradise
13) Diamonds in the Coal

THE BADLEES
THE UNFORTUNATE RESULT OF SPARE TIME

Tore Down Flat In Jackson

Filthy and anonymous in Jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand
Black madonna, won't you change his luck and find him fifty grand?
'Cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his hands

One key fit the door to their apartment, another fit the business he let die
A stray dog whines as the August rains turn naked ground to mud
And he's tore down, feelin' nothin' but the third-rate spirits in his blood

He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain

Roadhouse corn done cut his strings to somewhere, paper rich done met a ball of fire
Black dog cloud done filled his head and drained him like a vampire
Now he's tore down flat in Jackson with a daily gig in the backdrop choir

He's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain

A thick late August field of pigweed dances, a T.V. from the fillin' station's heard
He's holdin' up the wall, the moment says it all without a word
Well, he's tore down, world stopped movin' when 'halfway to the label' claimed it cured

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