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One Kiss at a Time
03:44
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I wasn’t ready to let someone in
Like a punch you came and I flinched
Scared and frightened when vulnerable are we
I’ve a hunch with some trust this fear leaves
It’s like a home that we miss
When we find a love like this
Ain’t it worth the risk for me and you
One kiss at a time is all we need to do
With baggage in hand and brokenness in our souls
A tender love we need that’s unconditional
It’s like a home that we miss
When we find a love like this
Ain’t it worth the risk for me and you
One kiss at a time is all we need to do
And the closer we get
With each step that we take
Is proof enough that our love is worth the risk
And it’s bigger than each mistake we make
It’s like a home that we miss
When we find a love like this
Ain’t it worth the risk for me and you
One kiss at a time is all we need to do
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It’s raining in Louisville
It’s really coming down
If the lights go out
We’ll burn a candle we’ve found
If it lasts all night
If the sky doesn’t clear
Though the river may rise
We’ve no reason to fear
Oh, we’ll open the red wine
And our hearts deep and wide
And we will listen
To heaven
From safely inside
May the candle burn slow
And time slower still
Cause there’s nowhere I’d rather be
When it’s raining in Louisville
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3. |
A Good Long LIfe
04:00
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Honey let’s take the day off
And go out for a ride
We can check on that house we love
With the whitewashed brick inside
The garden in the backyard
Wrap around porch, too
Updates in the kitchen
A bathroom that’s brand new
Though it’s not that big it’s just about right
For a couple of kids and a good long life
Honey don’t you see it
Picture a summer day
We can look out from this window
And watch our children play
With the dog dressed up like grandma
A smile on his face
I guess he’ll sense what we both know
That there’s no better place
Though it’s not that big it’s just about right
For a couple of kids and a good long life
Through birthdays and graduations
And maybe a wedding day
We’ll all come together here
In some old fashioned way
And when it’s time for them to find
A place to call their own
They’ll look back on what we have
And make some house their home
Though it’s not that big it’s just about right
For a couple of kids and a good long life
So tell me honey
What do you say
Do we make an offer
Do we walk away
Though it’s not that big it’s just about right
For a couple of kids and a good long life
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There is a house
Full of love and kindness
Where the door is always open
Where sorrow turns to gladness
And when my day comes crashing in
When my world falls apart
East of Nashville
40 from town
She’ll be waiting for me
Whenever I come around
With loving arms open
No matter where I’ve been
She’s always willing
To take me in
And in this house
Lives a sweet tender rose
With a deep well of grace
That God only knows
In every way or so it seems
Her home reflects this peace
And when my dreams come caving in
She knows how to mend my heart
Written by Joel Henderson (2003)
There is a house
Full of love and kindness
Where the door is always open
Where sorrow turns to gladness
And when my day comes crashing in
When my world falls apart
East of Emerson
Just south of Tenth
She’ll be waiting
With loving arms open
She’s always willing
To take me in
And in this house
Lives a sweet tender rose
With a deep well of grace
That God only knows
In every way or so it seems
Her home reflects his peace
And when my dreams come caving in
She knows how to mend my heart
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I’ve been missing the sun and the nights spent burning
I’ve been missing each of you
Growing up is hard to do
Now we’ve all got our debts to pay and there’s no room left for us to play
‘Cause they only want something new
Growing up is hard to do
Last night I heard a song in my dreams now it’s long gone
I don’t recall the words or tune
Growing up is hard to do
Don’t recall the last breath I drew
Growing up is hard, growing up is hard, growing up is hard to do
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6. |
Are We Running
03:56
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The sun is rising the sky is clear
Been awfully gray and cloudy ‘round here
Dry your eyes and let it go
Here he comes with the deed in hand
Toss him the keys let him walk right in
Don’t look back leave the bags let’s go
C’mon baby can you blame me
There’s got to be something better
If we don’t feel the wind blow
Then how will we know
There’s nothing better around
Go on roll the window down
Let your long hair blow around
It don’t matter what people think
We’ve been living for way too long
To the rhythm of someone else’s song
It’s time for us to break free
C’mon baby can you blame me
There’s got to be something better
If we don’t feel the wind blow
Then how will we know
There’s nothing better around
So are we running now
Been so long since we left that place
And the limits of time and space
But we ain’t free just yet you know
There’s a stone that’s deep inside
Trying hard to beat alive
And it ain’t gonna break itself
C’mon baby can you blame me
There’s got to be something better
If we don’t feel the wind blow
Then how will we know
There’s nothing better around
So are we running now
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Heartless Kisses
04:29
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There’s little left to offer
We’re caught on the edge of love
The truth may knock us over
But pretending just ain’t enough
We started off like a rocket
Burning hot and high
While charging all the others
With simply floating by, on
Heartless kisses
They warned us with their laugher
I guess their right it seems
Everything was cool ‘til
We got stuck in between, those
Heartless kisses
I don’t know what happened
We lived in every moment now life keeps passing us by
Please tell me there’s a future
With something more to love, other than
Heartless kisses
They ain’t enough
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8. |
Brass Buttons
03:29
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Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real to be leaned against too long
All the time I think she knew
Her words still dance inside my head
Her comb still lies beside my bed
And the sun comes up without her it just doesn’t know she’s gone
But I remember everything she said
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
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I’m learning to love loneliness
It’s like an old wooden door that always sticks
I can count on it with every kick
It will always open for me
I’m learning to love loneliness
Each passing day I miss you less and less
Everybody says that time will heal every wound
But I’m not yet sure
Now I’m learning that life is full of tests
Full of questions with no simple guesses
Locked doors and pretty fences
That may never open for me
Well I’m learning to love loneliness
Each passing day I miss you less and less
Everybody says that time will heal every wound
But I’m not yet sure that it’s true
It’s been so hard to get over you
But I’m trying to hang on the mundane to see me through
I’m learning to love loneliness
Each passing day I miss you less and less
Everybody says that time will heal every wound
But I’m not yet sure that it’s true
I’m a mess
But I’m learning to love loneliness
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Well I’m feeling blue
Over some mystery
Don’t know why or how
I came to be
So very low
That even I would pray
To an unseen face
For some relief
Oh and that’s another thing
How could it be
So very simple to calm
The choppiest of seas
Well have a little faith
Or so the story goes
So does my belief
When disappointment grows
Well I’m feeling blue
Even further from the shore
So very blue now
Than I was before
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11. |
I Met Jesus in a Bar
03:06
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I met Jesus in a bar
I guess you just can’t fall too far
I was pouring whiskey in an empty heart
When I met Jesus in a bar
Man or angel, son of God, he did not tell me who he was, but I knew
In that least expected place, I saw heaven in his face and couldn’t move
We sat there for hours, I could feel the grace and power
And I said things I’ve never told a soul
I asked for forgiveness
He said I’ve already done this, don’t you know
I met Jesus in a bar
I guess you just can’t fall too far
I was pouring whiskey in an empty heart
when I met Jesus in a bar
I started crying in my hands and when I looked up again he was gone
Then I walked the whole way home for the first time knowing I was not alone
Some meet him on the highway, some meet him on a Sunday on the back row of a church
I can only tell you my way was in a place where people go to hurt
I met Jesus in a bar
I guess you just can’t fall too far
I was pouring whiskey in an empty heart
When I met Jesus in a bar
I was pouring whiskey in an empty heart
When I met Jesus in a bar
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Joel Henderson Louisville, Kentucky
Heartfelt lyrics and wit are at the core of many singer-songwriters, but the ability to translate feelings to others is where Joel Henderson sets himself apart. With true-to-self lyrics and timeless melodies, Henderson combines folk, country, blues, gospel, and classic pop with equal reverence. ... more
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