Cover di 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994

200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Live - 29 settembre 1995 - Debaser id 20601

di Cowboy Junkies

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Murder, Tonight, In The Trailer Park (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Murder tonight in the trailer park
Mrs. annabelle evans found
With her throat cut after dark
Her pockets turned inside out
Her dresser drawers turned upside down
Anna's neighbour, peg, identifies the body
Lets out a hollow kind of sound

Homicide is tying yellow ribbons
Around her silver airstream
Red cherries slashing up the night
Cutting through that cordoned crime scene
There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight

Murder tonight in the trailer park
Pack your things ann marie,
We're heading west
We're going to make a fresh start
I've been saving pennies,
Been looking forward to this day
No time for questions are you coming
Or are you going to stay?



Crosstown at the waterton
George evans is sitting tall and tight,
Buying drinks for all the regulars
Bragging about how them bones
Danced for him tonight
There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight

Murder tonight in the trailer park
Faceless man counting crumpled bills,
Hotel neon fights the dark
Tv set in the corner, they're talking murder
On the late-night news
He turns down the sound,
Waits for the sports,
He only wants to know,
'did I win or did I lose'

There's been a murder
In the trailer park tonight
Murder tonight in the trailer park
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200 More Miles (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent birth
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor
like a signal fire

I got Willie on the radio
a dozen things on my mind
and number one is fleshing out
these dreams of mine

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
to fall into tonight

In Nashville there is a lighter
in a case for all to see
it speaks of dreams and heartaches
left unsung

And in the corner stands a guitar and
lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand
I don't travel past, travel hard before
and I'm beginning to understand

That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
to fall into tonight

They say that I am crazy
my life wasting on this road
that time will find my dreams
scared or dead and cold

But I heard there is a light
drawing me to reach an end
and when I reach there, I'll turn back
and you and I can begin again

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
to fall into tonight

I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
before I sleep
But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows
for one hour of this night

Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent birth
and Tulsa burns on the desert floor
like a signal fire
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Me And The Devil (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Early this morning, he knocked on my door
Early this morning he knocked on my door
I said "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go"

Me and The Devil are walkin' side by side
Me and The Devil are walkin' side by side
Well, I'm goin' to beat my man until I get satisfied

He says I don't do him right
That I dog him around
Well, babe, you know you ain't treating me right
He says I don't do him right
that I dog him around
Well, it must be this old evil spirit
So deep down within the ground

You may bury my body down by the highway side
...oh, babe I don't care what you do with my body
You may bury my body down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride

Early this morning, he knocked on my door
Now me and The Devil are walking side by side
Side by side
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State Trooper (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
New Jersey Turnpike
Riding on a wet night
'neath the refinery's glow
Down where the great black river flow

Licence, registration:
I ain't got none
But I got a clear conscience
'bout the things that I done

Mister State Trooper
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me

Maybe you got a kid
Maybe you got a pretty wife
The only thing that I got's
Been bugging me my whole life

Mister State Trooper
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me
Please don't ya stop me

Well, in the wee wee hours
Your mind gets hazy
Radio relay towers
Gonna lead me to my baby

Radio's jammed up
with talk show stations
It's just talk, talk, talk, talk
'til you lose your patience

Mister State Trooper
Please don't stop me
Please don't stop me
Please don't ya stop me

Hey, somebody out there
Listen to my last prayer,
Heigh-ho Silver oh,
Deliver me from nowhere
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Oregon Hill (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
(Michael Timmins)

The hoods are up on Pine Street,
rear ends lifted too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
are making love with a little help from STP
Their women on the porches comparing alibis

Greasy eggs and bacon,
bumper stickers aimed to start a fight,
full gun racks, Confederate caps,
if you want some 'shine
well, you can always find some more,
but what I remember most is the colour of Suzy's door

And Suzy says she's up there
cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she's missing me
so I'm missing Oregon Hill

A river to the south
to wash away all sins
A college to the east of us
to learn where sin begins
A graveyard to the west of it all
which I may soon be lying in

'Cause to the north there is a prison
which I've come to call my home,
but some Monday morning no country song
will sing me home again

And Suzy says she's up there
cutting carrots still
And Suzy says she's missing me
so I'm missing Oregon Hill

Sunday morning, eight A.M.,
sirens fill the air
Sounds like someone made the river
Sounds like someone being born again
Me, I'm just lying here in Suzy's bed

Baptists celebrating with praises to the Lord,
rednecks doing it with gin
Me and Suzy, we're celebrating
the joy of sleeping in
because tomorrow I'll be home again

But Suzy says she'll wait there
cutting carrots by the window sill
And Suzy says, 'Always think of me
when you think of Oregon Hill'
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'Cause Cheap Is How I Feel (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit
it freezes before it hits the ground
And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar
if he's out tonight he must be truly down
And I'm searching all the windows for a last minute present
to prove to you that what I said was real,
for something small and frail and plastic, baby,
'cause cheap is how I feel

Half moon in the sky tonight, bright enough
to come up with an answer
to the question why is it that every time I see you
my love grows a little stronger
But your memory leaves my stomach churning,
feeling like a lie about to be revealed,
but I'll horde all this to myself
'cause cheap is how I feel

It's not the smell in here that gets to me it's the lights
I hate the shadows that they cast,
and the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
I'll always drag with me from my past
I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into
and maybe strike a deal
Your body for my soul, fair swap
`cause cheap is how I feel
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Sweet Jane (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who's ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Oh Sweet, Sweet Jane

You're waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
And thinking of ways to get back home
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Oh Sweet, Sweet Jane

Anyone who's ever had a dream
Anyone who's ever played a part
Anyone who's ever been lonely
And anyone who's ever split apart
Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane
Oh Sweet, Sweet Jane

Heavenly widened roses
Seem to whisper to me when you smile
Heavenly widened roses
Seem to whisper to me when you smile

La la la la la la la...

Sweet Jane
Sweet, Sweet Jane
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Hunted (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Emma's in a part of town
where she doesn't recognize the streets
named for famous native sons
and out of every crevice comes creeping
a threat in her direction
Lucy's outside her home
heading towards her corner store
she stays on well-travelled paths
and is always making sure
that she doesn't develop patterns

There are trap lines
running up and down Main Street
wire snares thirsting for your neck and feet

Susan doesn't like the way her curtains
are blowing in the wind
She swears she locked that window
before she went out dancing
she stands frozen in her doorway
Judy hears a sound coming from the other room
she knows she should be alone
'cause the kids left at noon
to go visit their father

Quick to your phone dial 911
invite a strange man into your home
who'll be carrying a gun

Leslie's working late
she's got a deadline to meet
In walks her boss,
upon her desk he puts his feet
and says alone at last
Reanne's got a new boyfriend
and they're getting along
until he locks the door and says don't struggle,
I'm stronger than you are.

Just one question I'm dying to ask, you said,
do you know what it's like to be hunted?
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Lost My Driving Wheel (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Just came up on the midnight special
Hey, how 'bout that
My car broke down in Texas
she stopped dead in her tracks
Just called to tell you that I need you
Just called to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel

They took my money on the night train north
What a terrible thing
I gave my promise that I will be there with you
by Saturday night
I want to tell you that I need you
I need to tell you how I feel

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel

You can't say much in a phone call, babe
You know how it is
I have to tell you one sure thing
Oh, won't you listen to this
I want to tell you that I love you, babe
I want to tell you just how I feel

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
Some old engine that's lost my driving wheel

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel
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Misguided Angel (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side
though he's wild and he's bad
and sometimes just plain mad
I need him to keep me satisfied"

I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright
And I see you in some of his ways
Though he might not give me the life that you wanted
I'll love him the rest of my days"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead

I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion
You said never to settle for nothing less
Well, it's in the way he walks,
it's in the way he talks
His smile, his anger and his kisses"

I said "Sister, don't you understand?
He's all I ever wanted in a man
I'm tired of sittin' around the T.V. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead

He says "Baby, don't listen to what they say
There comes a time when you have to break away"
He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our life
It's time to let them go and become my wife"

Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul like a Lucifer
Black and cold like a piece of lead
Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead
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I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
Hear the lonesome whippoorwill His song's too blue to fly The midnight train is a-winding low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long When time keeps crawling by The moon is gone behind the clouds To hide his face and cry Have you ever seen a robin weep When leaves have turned to brown? Like me he's lost his will to live I'm so lonesome I could cry The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple haze and as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome I could cry
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Walking After Midnight (00:00)
Cowboy Junkies • 200 More Miles: Live Performances 1985-1994
I was walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
The way we used to do
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you

I stop to see a weeping willow
Crying on his pillow
Maybe he's a-crying for me
and as the skys turn gloomy
The night winds whisper to me
I'm lonesome as I can be
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you

I walk for miles along the highway
Well that's just my way
of saying "I love you"
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you
I walk for miles along the highway
Searching for you

I'm always walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight
Hoping you may be
Somewhere a-walking after midnight
Searching for me
I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you
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