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Intro
00:21
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Just John doing what he does.
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Wheels
04:15
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We've all got wheels to take ourselves away
We've got telephones to say what we can't say
We've all got higher and higher every day
Come on wheels take this boy away
We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
So come on wheels take me home today
Come on wheels take this boy away
Now when I feel my time is almost up
And destiny is in my right hand
I'll turn to him who made my fate so strong
Come on wheels make this boy a man
We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
Come on wheels take me home today
Come on wheels take this boy away
Come on wheels take this boy away
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3. |
Windy City Girl
03:37
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You woke on a beach today
In Chicago, USA
Watching birds at play
In the mighty Michigan
Over a lake that’s an ocean
You’ve risen to the occasion
With little hesitation
You’ve earned your wings your way
Windy city girl (city girl)
Windy city girl (city girl)
Climb as high
Bank as wide
As you wanna go
We’ll be waiting right here (waiting right here)
Waiting round here (waiting right here)
If you tire
You can always ride
The wind back home
Floating between canyons
And sky-reaching mansions
And elevated stations
People come and go
Don’t take it for granted
Some of us get stranded
Looking for a landing
And space to spread our own
Windy city girl (city girl)
Windy city girl (city girl)
Climb as high
Bank as wide
As you wanna go
We’ll be waiting right here (waiting right here)
Waiting round here (waiting right here)
If you tire
You can always ride
The wind back home
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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 sleep 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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5. |
Curves
03:44
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Abandonment then cigarettes
And other things to help you forget
‘Cause wishing wells and steeple bells don’t work
Caught in a cloud of criticism
You wake from a dream you’ve been living in
Only to find you smell of the vine you thirst
Don’t you know that you’re worth more
Than the sum of your
Oh the sum of your curves
Some have grown while you’ve grown old
Though others have been torn from the fold
It’s time to forgive time to let yourself go
Time to flush the demons down
In the name of the father who wasn’t around
Then emerge from the water and see the beauty you are
Don’t you know that you’re worth more
Than the sum of your
Oh the sum of your curves
Some will put up a fight
And some may go devout
No one’s immune to flight
While working salvation out
Don’t you know that you’re worth more
Than the sum of your
Oh the sum of your curves
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6. |
Are We Running
04:41
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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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7. |
Sin City
04:20
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This old town is filled with sin
It'll swallow you in
If you've got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You've got three years to pay
And Satan is waiting his turn
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
The scientists say it'll all wash away
But we don't believe anymore
'Cause we've got our recruits
In their green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town's insane
On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
A man came around tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad
But he trusted in his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they ever had
On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
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The Devil Knows
04:09
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Always looking through the amber
That’s the shade of things to come
I just stutter, lord I stammer
But I’ll be alright with just one
Wings in a bottle
Fire on the tongue
A burn in the belly
And I’m hire than the sun
Fallen like an angel
Floating like a leaf
Lord the devil knows the way to me
Lord the devil knows the way to me
Don’t her eyes look like they’re golden
As I gaze down in the glass
The house of cards I’ve built is folding
But this old bar was built to last
Wings in a bottle
Fire on the tongue
A burn in the belly
And I’m hire than the sun
Fallen like an angel
Floating like a leaf
Lord the devil knows the way to me
Lord the devil knows
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9. |
Amazing Grace
01:41
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Instrumental
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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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