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Fake Flowers
03:57
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Well every word is tainted with a pale shade of blue
There's no denying any request from you
I'll never be the one to follow up on amends
But for so long I took the flowers that you'd send
CH
You'd give me fake flowers when you'd go
All that money spent but you were halfway out the door
Well it never was real, and the only way that you could show
Was to give me, fake flowers when you'd go
One hundred tales already told
Some talk of fire and some talk of gold
You'd hide behind that gaze and whisper something fine
But we all know that those flowers they ain't mine
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I Can't Pray
04:39
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The holy ghost is my bottle
He won't tell me my sins
He's got a mind to drive me crazy
Everywhere I go and everywhere I been
Well I read the gospel when it needed me
But it's the label that I see
'Cause I got nothin' more to show
For the demons that I do keep
CH
Oh well the lord, lord knows that I can't pray
Seems like someone here well they don't want it that way
If you believe me and what I say
Go tell them all
That I can't pray
Well I have faith in the bottle
And what's within
So don't call me good for nothing
'Til you been where I been
Bridge
Go ask the angel of mercy
There ain't no one that's heard me
To call upon the one that's served me
Served me nothing but shame
I'm tellin' you when the time comes
And my beliefs they do sway
I'll grab a hold of that handle
And throw that moonshine away
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Sing I Do
04:01
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I'll fall for the next man I see
I don't care who, 'cause if he'll marry me
Then I'll like his eyes and nose I'm sure
Just give me a love that is good and so pure
He'll come to me with a gesture so grand
It'll wipe away tears and put a ring on my hand
Well, next time he calls, be sure to give him mine
'Cause I'm not gonna waste his time
I'll sing I do with bells on
I'll sing I do with bells on
My number's up and he will be gone
I'll sing I do, I do
Well the sun always shines when I'm locked inside
My house is empty and I lost my pride
So don't let me down so easily
Or I'll fall for the next man I see
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Well the first born son carries on more than a name
Strong fist closed tightly around all he'd claimed
Far as the moon on a golden day
He left his city eyes behind and drove away
He started workin', workin' with the cold, scarred ground
And he left without her knowing that he was earthly bound
Well they say it can't be done, but he knows it will
"I'll grow as much as there are hands to fill"
CH
'Cause there ain't no mercy and there ain't no grace
Not a well that's full and no plow to chase
On you they shine, but for you I pray
'Cause there ain't no mercy
Well the first born son found a name of his own
The open skies bled through him into the dirt he sowed
Growin' a life right on the ground he'd healed
A man with city eyes can grow a fertile field
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Mama Don't Know
04:05
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My mama don't know my sun ain't shining
My mama don't know I'm growing cold
My mama don't know that silver lining
And in the changin' times I'm growing old
CH
My mama don't know that I drink whiskey
My mama don't know it's why I cry
My mama don't know that I love whiskey
And to the gates of heaven I'll drink it dry
My mama don't know the love within me
My mama don't know it warms my soul
My mama don't know that untamed feelin'
That's worth all her silver and gold
My mama can find me in the early mornin'
I warm my face in the rising sun
And in the shadow of that morning
Me and that bottle of whiskey are dead and done
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Margo Valiante Brooklyn, New York
MARGO COMBINES ALT-COUNTRY AND BLUES INTO A SOUND THAT IS HER OWN AMERICANA. RAISED IN WYOMING, SHE HAS BEEN CALLING BROOKLYN HOME SINCE 2010. SHE'S MOST AT HOME TELLING SAD STORIES THROUGH DARK, POWERFUL VOCALS THAT MIGHT LEAD YOU TO BELIEVE SHE WAS PROPERLY RAISED ON TOWNES VAN ZANDT AND BONNIE RAITT. HER AFFINITY FOR THE TELECASTER IS A GOOD INDICATION THAT SHE’S NOT GOING TO TIPTOE AROUND YOU. ... more
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