1. |
Railroad Town
04:01
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Railroad Town:
He said, I got to be leaving, this train’s right on time
Come to take me westward down the line
She said, don’t you worry, don’t you keep me in your mind
This happens all the time.
Prairie sun is going down
To the summer sounds
and trembling ground
Of the railroad town
He said, the winter is coming, the fall could be just fine.
But the truth is...I’m not the flatland kind.
She said, if you you stayed here, you probably lose your mind
And trust me...It happens all the time.
Prairie sun is going down
summer sounds
The trembling ground
Of the railroad town
Bridge:
Oooooo-oo railroad town
Oooo-oo railroad town
This train left Union Station, saw the towers shine
Jumped Lake Superior into Central Time
This Iron Horse has been riding through the shield and the pine
Trading broken lives and smiles along the line
The Prairie Sun keeps going down
The summer sounds
The trembling ground
Of the railroad town
He said, why don’t you come with me? We could be just fine
Vancouver’s pretty, rain or shine
She said, I’ve never been west of the rockies in my life.
And I don’t know, if I’m the leaving kind
Prairie sun keeps going down
she looks around
Feels the trembling ground
She’s leaving
The railroad town
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2. |
On the Radio
03:14
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On the Radio:
When I was young and wild
From the quiet child
Hid behind my smile
Just the quiet child
Now I’m old and I’ve got some grey
Feel the wisdom coming to me from a mile away
And the verse won’t change
The chorus same
I can feel my life
I can hear it on the radio
I can see it now
The talk of the town
In my own head now
Talk of the town
Feel the Universe around me and it’s better
Then-the alternative one that I don’t see yet
Thirty-Five, I don't feel a day past ten
I can feel my life
I can hear it on the radio
Cruising with the window down
Don’t touch that dial
The song will come back around
Wait a little while
Signal’s lost, then found
Don’t touch that dial!
I was young and wild
From the quiet child
Hid behind my smile
Just the quiet child
Now I’m old and I’ve got some grey
Feel the wisdom coming to me from a mile away
And the verse won’t change
Keep the chorus same
I can feel my life
I can hear it on the radio
On the radio, On the radio, On the radio
Don’t touch that dial! Don’t touch that dial
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3. |
The Gathering Storm
03:55
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The Gathering Storm:
I'm the dream you had, of a Gambling Man from Manhattan
I've got the golden touch, a way with words and such...
an air of mystery
And no one knows, where your heroes of, when the lights go down
the grace has left the room, when the term it's done so soon
I'm dancing wildly on your tomb.
And now, there's lighting on the lawn
And the winds and the rains are coming strong
Don't say you were not warned,
Look at me
The Gathering Storm
Well some guys I know, come to run the show,
all those lines they'll tow
Help me alternate some fact
I'll never take it back
and your no, never just means no
And now, there's lighting on the lawn
And the winds and the rains are coming strong
Don't say you were not warned,
Look at me
The Gathering Storm
I'm gonna build all my walls around you
All of your colours, and your neighbourhoods and towns
Gonna build this wall around you.
All around you.
Cause, I'm the dream you had, of a Gambling Man from Manhattan
I've got the golden touch, a way with words and such...
an air of mystery
And now, there's lighting on the lawn
And the winds and the rains are coming strong
Don't say you were not warned,
Look at me
The Gathering Storm
Don't say you were not warned,
Look at me
The Gathering Storm
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4. |
Campfire Song
03:33
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Campfire Song:
I will retire, beside the campfire
It's all I'll ever need
My friends have gone to bed, and left me to tend
to our embers and memories
There's a cool breeze in the air
The stars, they prepared for me
To take in the night
summer moonlight
Between the pines
and the maple leaves.
In forests or fields
or Canadian Shield
I can see
It's lit by the light
summer moonlight
a path back home for me
So give me a while, beside this burning wood pile
You see, my friends went to bed, and left me to tend
To our embers and our memories
So I will retire, beside the campfire
With all I'll ever need
Except maybe some smiles and my guitar
for a while
Between the pines,
and the maple leaves
Except maybe her smile and my guitar, for a while
Between the pines
and the maple leaves.
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Charlie Mills Toronto, Ontario
Born and raised in Toronto, Canada.
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