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I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all
I never minded following all the rules
That were set for me
Just so long as they all made sense
And I could do just as I please
You can be yourself
I was told it ain't worth the fight
That kept me up all night
I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all
There's shorter roads and lighter loads
Only thing that you have to do
Be less of this and more of that
Til' there's little left of you
I could let the lies
Slide right through my 2 front teeth
That don't sit right with me
I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all
The deck is stacked my bags are packed
One for all my many moods
I'll change again get strange again
What a joy it is to choose
I'll be satisfied and full of pride
When my wind has blown
Into the wild unknown
I don't fit in
Not the way that's expected
There's a murder of crows
Counting the bones they've collected
I don't fit in
Not at all
Not at all
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2. |
The Gates
02:29
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Blue winged bird
Lead me down the river
Show me something
You've never shown
Like the train will trust the tressel
I'll bellow my homeward song
Mama warned me about the man
Eyes of coal
And a wide brimmed hat
Sometimes I won't sleep for days
We won't talk about that
There's a road
Crooked and wide
Badland Canyons
Satan's spine
Hell within
Hell outside
I've seen the gates
And they're open wide
The coat i brought
Is soaking wet
From my shoulders
It hung with shame
Older now with deep regrets
Ain't nobody else to blame
3 black cats
In my path
Screaming like
Some ol' deathly choir
Older now and I can't turn back
I'm gonna keep on getting higher
There's a road
Crooked and wide
Badland Canyons
Satan's spine
Hell within
Hell outside
I've seen the gates
And they're open wide
Wake alone
And I count to 7
Doll of sticks
Under a sycamore tree
Beg of you
On the road to Heaven
Tell one last story to me
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3. |
Forsythia
03:26
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Whirligigs
02:54
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Well he's 83 but he doesn't know it
He builds birdhouses and whirligigs
Sells them by the road
Out of the bed of his old green Chevy
Just to see some friends
And keep the day from passing slow
He packs it up and thinks about supper
And which snapshirt he was gonna wear tonight
The house stands still
Like a ferris wheel when the lights are out
And the crowd's gone home
He tries to tame
The very last of his silver hair
With a fine tooth comb
Highway 8 North
Headed to Virginia
For a couple laughs and a bluegrass Friday night
He still gets 2 ice cream cones
Ordering only one for himself
Just don't feel right
He can't help thinking of Luella
And how she'd of had a really good time tonight
He falls asleep
In a lazy boy to a cowboy show he just turned on
The house stands still
Like a ferris wheel when the lights are out
And the crowd's gone home
Well he's 83 but he doesn't know it
He builds birdhouses and whirligigs
Sells them by the road
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5. |
Crazy Wayne
02:39
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6. |
Through My Hands
03:04
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Mountains they roll on and on
Every ridge a different shade of blue
But I've been running out of space
Living with mistakes
Not seeing who I've grown into
Strangers have treated me so kind
When I was tired and needing the rest
Still I struggle with my faith
I'm often led astray
Blind to all the ways that I'm blessed
Every moment a feather on a wing
Circling around in the back of my mind
Snow don't always melt on the first day of spring
Sometimes a little warmth is hard to find
This afternoon could have been as sweet
As honeysuckle on the breeze but I let it slide
Through my hands
Well I hope I haven't been a burden on
Everyone that I've ever known
I wasn't put here just to worry and constantly hurry
While robbing myself of any joy
Every moment a feather on a wing
Circling around in the back of my mind
Snow don't always melt on the first day of spring
Sometimes a little warmth is hard to find
Well this afternoon could have been as sweet
As a glass of my Grandmother's tea but I let it slide
Through my hands
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7. |
Tears Of Savannah
03:32
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Let 'em bloom
Let 'em bloom
All along the fenceposts
Let 'em grow
Let 'em grow
At their own chosen speed
Let 'em sing
Let 'em sing
All along the rooftops
Let 'em know
Every note
That you need
And the tears of Savannah won't turn back the years
So she don't let nobody see her cry
May you live
May you live
In the colors of the sunset
May you still
Love yourself
Despite all your missteps
May you find
May you find
True understanding
May the whispers
Of the night
Be less demanding
And the tears of Savannah won't turn back the years
So she don't let nobody see her cry
Laughter just like lighting strikes
For awhile and then it leaves
What you're willing to give away
Is what you'll receive
And the tears of Savannah won't turn back the years
Tears of Savannah won't turn back the years
Tears of Savannah won't turn back the years so...
She don't let nobody
She don't let nobody
She don't let nobody see her cry
She don't let nobody see her cry
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8. |
Texas Tea
03:03
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Another birthday came and went
Got a late check out at The Lonestar Inn
Amarillo in the snow
You never know until you go
I was sliding with a windshield cracked
All of a sudden like a heart attack
The storm of life went and sent me spinning
Now I'm broken
Now I'm tired
The night is dark as Texas tea
I studied lips of liars
I always know who to believe
Some places are worth leaving
Some mountains are worth climbing
And some love is worth finding
Well I never quite could sit still
Pecan pie in a windowsill
Years alone by a creek I sat
Feeling like a baptized cat
There wasn't anything anyone could do
Wasn't anything anyone could say
Once I heard the highway call my name
Now I'm broken
Now I'm tired
The night is dark as Texas tea
I studied lips of liars
I always know who to believe
Some places are worth leaving
Some mountains are worth climbing
And some love is worth finding
I'm driving home through Tennessee
Pockets full of memories
I belong back by the creek
The ones I love within my reach
I wouldn't dare call it running away
I was born for the chase
When I get home I'll be drenched in the moonlight
Now I'm broken
Now I'm tired
The night is dark as Texas tea
I studied lips of liars
I always know who to believe
Some places are worth leaving
Some mountains are worth climbing
And some love is worth finding
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9. |
Shattered Glass
02:40
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I've played the victim and I've played the thief
I've played for fun and I've played for keeps
For the front row and for the nosebleeds
I've played until my knees are weak
I've played until my knees are weak
I've laid the groundwork and I've been laid to waste
Laid across the tracks just to see who'd show their face
I've been laid back and all over the place
A rollercoaster changing pace
A rollercoaster changing pace
And the Western winds came tumblin' in
Sirens in the distance
Quilts in the hall while the weather vain spins
Candlelight flickerin'
I'm shattered glass
I can't handle heaviness
I hung my head and I hung out to dry
I hung the moon in my Mother's eyes
Hung myself with an endless rope
I'm hanging by a thread of hope
I'm hanging by a thread of hope
Buried the hatchet and I buried the crime
I'm a bad memory buried in someone's mind
I buried my pride, I don't wanna arrive
I'd be better off buried alive
I'd be better off buried alive
And the Western winds came tumblin' in
Sirens in the distance
Quilts in the hall while the weather vain spins
Candlelight flickerin'
I'm shattered glass
I can't handle heaviness
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10. |
Red Bank Road
03:55
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Bluebird flies in the Eastern sky
Reminding me of better times
When I was young and I was unafraid
I was innocent until I moved away
It's easy to forget where you come from
When the smoke and lights
Start to leave you numb
And longing for that old oak tree's shade
When the noise becomes
An endless parade
I'm thinking about what I miss the most
Bottles back boys and the Holy Ghost
Tobacco fields carved out by red dirt roads
I could lose myself for miles and miles
And still feel at home
I miss my father for his firm handshake
And the way he'd ache after a long day
My mother for her dark brown eyes
And her graceful hand
And her perfect smile
There's a house down Red Bank Road
My Great Grandfather he has a golden soul
He makes the most out of his last days
And the Lord stops everything
Just to hear him pray
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Caleb Caudle Nashville, Tennessee
Caudle's critically acclaimed catalog includes features on Rolling Stone’s “10 New Country Artists You Need To Know” and
“The 10 Best Country and Americana Songs To Hear Now” along with NPR’s “Songs We Love”. His songs have been featured on CMT’s Nashville and Netflix’s The Ranch. When Caleb isn’t touring the world, he resides in Nashville, TN.
"Do not miss him!" - Southern Living
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