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Mona Lisa of Guitar Town
03:05
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i see you round all over town
you never seem real up, you never seem real down
you kinda smile, you kinda frown
yes, you’re the mona lisa of guitar town
I’d like to make you laugh once in a while
Maybe cry, maybe coo, maybe do a little, “oh baby, wow!”
But truth be told, I’d be your clown
cuz you’re the mona lisa of guitar town
Every female mystery has buffoon counterpart
I wonder if I even have it to make it in the dark
cuz if I were so lucky to be wrapped round your finger
I’d go from snake in your grass, to dog on your leash, to just laundry in your ringer
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Tonight we’re closer on our barstools
Our eyes in the mirror almost meet
But it’s been such a while, since we even shared a smile
It’ll be with separate strangers that we leave
We couldn’t keep ourselves from roaming
We took our turns at which of us would cry
‘Till suddenly we found, with all that sleeping around
Separate homes in the blinking of an eye
Now my arms are reaching, for someone new
Each night to someone else I’ll be untrue
And I know you’ll do the same, it’s our lonely barroom game
And I’m cheating my way back to you
I hardly remember how it started
I can’t say which of us was the first to stray
I just remember the pain of watching you kiss in the rain
Now after you I’m loving purely out of shame
Still my arms keep reaching, for someone new
Each night to someone else I’ll be untrue
And I know you’ll do the same, it’s our lonely barroom game
And I’m cheating my way back to you
The odds are getting better every evening
As we move down the bar from different ends
It’s just a matter of time, ‘till each of us will find
Next in line it’s going to be you and me again
And then my arms’ll be reaching
Like you’re someone new
Each night to you my darlin’, I’ll be untrue
And I know you’ll do the same, it’s our mixed-up barroom game
And I’m cheating my way back to you
Yes I’m cheating my way back to you
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High Horse
03:22
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Come on down from that high horse you’re on
it ain’t all that great so just let the damn thing run
I’ve heard it all & now I’ve heard it all, again,
you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ new, so don’t pretend
oh, I try to let it go
& if the bull sticks me, try not to let it show
I see the wounded staring at a wall
the streets are paved with hope and fear
the gravestones loom so tall
solo
I hear it in the morning, at noon & late at night
TV, shopping malls, bars, and it ain’t right
it take some kind of will to stand up right
when everyone in the whole damn world just wants a fight
oh oh I try to let it go
& if the bull sticks me, try not to let it show
I see the wounded staring at a wall
the streets are paved with hope and fear
the gravestones loom so tall
Come on down from that high horse you’re on
it ain’t all that great so just let the damn run
let it run, let it run…
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Tennessee
05:32
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Dad would say hand me that rifle I’m off to shoot squirrels
to no one, cuz no one was there
He lost his legs and an arm, but the lawsuit won him a farm
& they rigged up a tractor and gun, for one busted up son of a gun
Mother went to the movies, with strange men in new cars
Dad sunk deeper into his wounds
mumbling and drinking, till they tossed him from the bar
I’d go out and find him sleeping under the stars
Chorus:
So Mother moved us up to City to the big city lights
where the neighbors don’t judge & the spotlights burn bright
where grownups are grownups doing grownup things
and those Tennessee memories wash away in the rain
Yeah we got a lot of money from Dad’s big accident
even if all the lawyers were where most of it was spent
but we were already a broken branch of a family
& the money bore fruit as ugly as the seed
Chorus:
Up in the city the big city lights, burned away the thought of my old man’s plight
Cuz here big boys are grownups in the tough city night
and those Tennessee memories fade away
of that broken old man with the gun in his hand, & the whisky pouring like rain
solo
I was up in Korea, at the end of the war
my sergeant was a bear, but with the note that he bore
showed me a soft side I had never quite seen
& I flew back to state side on leave, for Dad was found lying dead in a field
My brother met me at the depot, the melons were ripe in the fields
we broke them all open, ate all the hearts, we knew the rest would lay rotting away,
and the dew would fall & the squirrels would play
Chorus:
We moved up to the city to the big city lights
where the neighbors don’t judge & the club lights burn bright
where grownups are grownups doing grownup things
and those Tennessee memories wash away in the rain
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White Tornado
03:19
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I’m sittin high upon a white tornado
thinking about the good things that have come and gone
there’s a rut deep and narrow in the earth just behind me
cut into the sands of time, colored red, white, and blue
We had a wild ride across this countryside
no one knew what hit ‘em they up & died
we can look back now with just a hint of sorrow
while the storm keeps on rambling just a wind without a trail
there was a lot of glamour, but a lot more calamity
lots to remember, maybe, more to forget
while every life has meaning, some can only stick to dreaming
that the sun rises above the storm, to live a brighter day
We had a wild ride
across this countryside
no one knew what hit em they up & died
while the storm keeps on rambling, just a wind without trail
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Standing in a Cornfield
03:29
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I was standing in a cornfield
Waiting for the Lord to take me away
I was standing in the cornfield
but he got away
If you see, see my lord
would you tell him where I’ve been
I’m standing in that cornfield,
that’s where I’ve been
trip me up, throw me down
get my soul spinning around and around
fire up my dreams, burn all my hopes
tell me my faith is just a joke
yes, I’m standing in that cornfield
mourning my long lost lord
I’ll go back to my world
another poor, lost soul
solo
I’m still standing in that cornfield
waiting for my lord
I’ve built a life around it
tastes a little bit like hell
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I've Been Here Before
02:41
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I’m on my own, without you here
No one to care, no one near
blazing a trail, no need to fear,
I’ve been here before
the horizon looks big, and bigger from here
the path seems harder, with my advancing years
but there’s no time to fret, you’ve opened the door
& I’ve been here before
Yes, I’ve been here before, so many times
It’s getting so comfy, heartache seems like a lie
I wake up alone, nobody home,
just stirring my coffee & staring at my phone
It’s been a while, your face, it recedes
all my life’s memories into each other bleed
my coffee is weak, my heart’s incomplete
but I’ve been here before
solo
Yes, I’ve been here before, so many times
It’s getting so comfy, heartache seems like a lie
I wake up alone, nobody home,
just stirring my coffee & staring at my phone
It’s been a while, your face, it recedes
all my life’s memories into each other bleed
my coffee is weak, my heart’s incomplete
but I’ve been here before
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Scarsdale
03:29
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I remember how I remembered,
but I no longer remember
there’s only a scar
standing proud and tall like a wall
— a wall I can lean on,
like a good friend, til I see you again
so I guess I’m still living
and hoping you forgive me
for what I feel
when you’re gone or with me
I try not to be
the weak man I distain
til thoughts cease to be,
may your image live in me
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you never told me that you didn’t love me
you never said I’d never be the one
though perhaps you acted like you hated how I treated you
and you never held me like you were in love
I’m sorry that I never said the right thing
perhaps I feared my heart would be destroyed
but it doesn’t matter, it happened anyway
& I think about you nearly all the time
its not the words you’d say,
but, I guess you never wanted to stay
& you still hate that I still love you today
it’s a small price to pay
a broken heart is worth the wait
though I guess you still hate
that I’m in love with you today
I wake up in the morning asking why you are not here
It’s never felt like you’ve gone far away, infact, you feel quite near
I shave and shower and hope I might run into you again
& I still can’t understand how you fell in love with him
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when the chips are down, would he catch you when you fall
you say he treats you like a star, but would he catch you when you fall
cuz when he’s doing his thing, won’t even take your call
you know you look so fine, I know you show him a good time
i see you got some bling, and you’re his sweet little thing
but if your well runs dry, he’s gonna make you cry
chorus:
I hear you baby calling my name, I don’t understand how it’s still the same
we move on to others, but keep playin’ our game
lord almighty, we never even left the ring
solo
cuz when the chips are down, he’s just another clown
and when he gives you bling, it’s not like wearing his ring
and when it’s all goes cold, & you’ll be lonely and old
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Bachelorette Baby
03:05
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heya pretty baby, I think you are the bomb
I’ll show you every honky tonk in this noisy town
you come from far away, that i can plainly see
you’re excited to be down here in nashville tennessee
step out into the alley, got a little thing to share
lets go from bar to bar tonight like we just don’t care
bachelorette baby, sucking fireballs
woo-hooing from your pedal tavern at every car
buying up the cowboy hats with blisters on your feet
from those brand new cowboy boots you got walking down the street
Lets take another uber up to the midtown bars
hot chicken and a cupcake, before we play ping-pong
and if by chance you might feel sick, don’t worry while you play
the uber guy will get you to the hotel where you stay
you’ll sleep away your drunk, while he cleans up his car
then you’ll wake again at 10pm and head back to the bars
bachelorette baby, sucking fireballs
woo-hooing from your pedal tavern at every car
buying up the cowboy hats with blisters on your feet
from those brand new cowboy boots you got walking down the street
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My Charlotte Dear
02:49
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You’ve made your point, my Charlotte, dear
You showed me what you think
You said you never loved that man,
All you’ve ever felt was hate
I doubted you, I could not see
you loved me pure and true
I let myself fill with jealousy
and painted you untrue
Chorus:
Alas, I know, but much too late
that I was wrong, so wrong
And now they’ve buried that evil man
and sentenced you to the grave
solo
A lady you were, til all was lost
’til your heart gave up on a life of loss
& led you to revenge so sweet
as to lead you to your grave
Chorus:
Alas, I know, but much too late
that I was wrong, so wrong
And now they’ve buried that evil man
and I must leave you in this ground
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Maynard has painted paintings, written stories and for the past couple decades written and performed songs... here, take a listen:
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