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Daddy's Arms
04:23
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Daddy's Arms
Coco O’Connor / Mark Narmore
Daddy joined the navy back in the summer of ‘63
Decades before I was born he found glory out at sea
He had raven hair , eyes of coal
And his smile was full of charm
How I long to be held
In my Daddy's Arms
Mama used to tell me stories to get me through the days
She assured me in a little while he'd be coming home to stay
He would wipe my tears, calm my fears
And keep me safe from harm
How I long to be held
In my Daddy's Arms
Daddy's Arms
Shot big ‘ol cannons
Daddy's Arms
Steered mighty ships
Had a fire breathin’ dragon
Tattooed above his wrist
Daddy’s Arms
Lean and mean
Daddy’s Arms
In my dreams
When the world feels cold and dark
There’s comfort
In My Daddy’s Arms
Few and far between were the times he’d come around
I got one fond memory of him left and a night in Birmingham
At a little club with a sweet jazz band
Looking back we laughed so hard
He had two left feet but I danced so sweet
In my Daddy’s Arms
Daddy's Arms
Shot big ‘ol cannons
Daddy's Arms
Steered mighty ships
Had a fire breathin’ dragon
Tattooed above his wrist
Daddy’s Arms
lean and mean
Daddy’s Arms
In my dreams
When the world feels cold and dark
There’s comfort
In My Daddy’s Arms
Funny how the time goes by , funny how it slips away
Last time that I saw my dad he asked if we could pray
He said I'm sorry for the pain I caused
I never meant you harm
Now the time has come
To be held
In his Daddy's Arms
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The Devil , a Wounded Man, and Me
The devil took me by the hand
Say to this stone, become a loaf of bread
Take and eat it as your own
Then You shall be hungry no more
A wounded Man, He took my mouth
All I heard was the Word come out
He said , Man shall not
live by bread alone
And this child
Earth ain’t her home
The devil placed me high on a hill
Shared me glory of the kingdom’s near
He said , “all of this can be yours”
If you kneel and call me lord
The devil moved me to rugged cliff
He turned to me and said jump off it
Let’s see how fast the angels fly
Since you are God you will not die
A wounded Man, He took my mouth
All I heard was the Word come out
The Lord Your God
You shall not test
And he left Me in the wilderness
The devil left me in the wilderness
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3. |
Abilene
03:32
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Abilene
CoCo O’Connor, Satarah Songs BMI
Never did my feet there roam
Slipping on a rolling stone
18 more miles to Texarkana
I got lost in Little Rock
Gave a man there all I got
‘Cause I got a heart as big as Texas
Abilene , Oh Abilene
Abilene , Oh Abilene
Shotgun shells , Oil wells
All the stories
You could tell
Abilene
On the 23rd of May
Got a job a bailin’ hay
Man it was hard
But I didn’t go hungry
Everytime I thought of you
I’d look up to them skies so blue
‘Cause you know you can cure what ails you in Texas
Abilene , Oh Abilene
Abilene , Oh Abilene
Shotgun shells , Oil wells
All the stories
You could tell
Abilene , Oh Abilene
Abilene , Oh Abilene
Dusty plains , Railroad trains
All the things
That you have seen
Abilene
Never did my feet there roam
Slipping on a rolling stone
18 more miles to Texarkana
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4. |
This Ol' War
03:53
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This Ol’ War
CoCo O’Connor / Margaret Becker
Last night we were sitting silent , the table was clear
I could hear my old man’s voice whispering in my ear
Don’t go to bed angry ,Try to see his side
It’s never 50 /50, It’s all compromise
This ol’ war was more than we bargained for when we began it
This ol’ war is taking us right down to the flesh and bone
This ol’ war has gone on way too long and we’re living damage
For the life of me I just can’t seem to figure out
Why we love…. this ol’ war
I’m raising my white flag , while you’re still shooting words
You’re riding calvary , I want to be heard
I can’t take the blame, You cannot let it go
Baby it’s the same ol’ thing, You’d think by now we’d know
This ol’ war was more than we bargained for when we began it
This ol’ war is taking us right down to the flesh and bone
This ol’ war has gone on way too long and we’re living damage
For the life of me I just can’t seem to figure out
Why we love…. this ol’ war
Who’s wrong, who’s right
And is it worth the price?
Your hand in mine
Let’s make this the last time
This ol’ war was more than we bargained for when we began it
This ol’ war is taking us right down to the flesh and bone
This ol’ war has gone on way too long and we’re living damage
For the life of me I just can’t seem to figure out
For the life of me I just can’t seem to figure out
Why we love…. this ol’ war
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5. |
South of Santa Fe
03:17
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South Of Santa Fe
Kahan/O’Connor
Sally came from Richmond in a car she could not drive
She laid across that big backseat for that 30 hour drive
Doctors there had told her that her lungs were hard as steel
Maybe that good clean air out west could improve the way she feels
When salvation is what you’re looking for
It’s a long road to ride
Everything you need
Are all the things you’ll find
You’ll either turn away and leave or find yourself and stay
Where the sun’s so bright , the land will decide for you
Just south of Santa Fe
Jamie Lynn was married for 20 years or more
She never felt quite at home on those California shores
Her husband up and left her , quite unexpectedly
After grieving all those years she lost, she packed up and headed east
When salvation is what you’re looking for
It’s a long road to ride
Everything you need
Are all the things you’ll find
You’ll either turn away and leave or find yourself and stay
Where the sun’s so bright , the land will decide for you
Just south of Santa Fe
You might see a side of things that‘s so hard to forget
There’s a painting or two
Waiting on you
You’ll either turn away and leave or find yourself and stay
Where the sun’s so bright , the land will decide for you
Just south of Santa Fe
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Crenshaw County
04:20
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Crenshaw County
I used to rise with the daytime sun
Put my pants, clean white shirt and my work boots on
The factory was about a mile from my home
Where I started my day… early in the morn’
What I did may come as a surprise to you
I put leather , soles, and heels on other people’s shoes
I’d imagine all the places they’d walk and see
I could go where they went , ‘cause they were made by me
I walked a mile in all their shoes
Chicagoland to Beale Street blues
Across the pond to Katmandu
A city in Maine called Caribou
Mule Town to Cape Town
Mozambique to Maui
But I never left , I never left Crenshaw County
I was able to put food on the table
It wasn’t always what we wanted but we made do
Not a lot of worry , not a lot of strife
When you’re a simple man , with a simple life
20 years sweatin’ tears
When they took my job tthey exported a part of me
I cried the day my pink slip came
I’d become just a number , no longer a name
I walked a mile in all their shoes
Chicagoland to Beale Street blues
Across the pond to Katmandu
A city in Maine called Caribou
Mule Town to Cape Town
Mozambique to Maui
But I never left , I never left Crenshaw County
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7. |
Free State of Winston
04:00
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Free State of Winston
I grew up 2 point nine five miles from the free state of Winston
In the pines you can still hear the whispers of southern tradition mixed with secret redemption
Well my daddy and my grandpa and his grandpa before him worked this land
It's a little known place that had a lot to say just an hour north of Birmingham
You can make it out
To be just black and white
You can make it out
To be anything you like
Before those County lines were drawn
They couldn't divide us
Our roots were strong
These trees tell the stories , if you're listening
In the free state of Winston
When the census came a calling it was ‘bout more than names and numbers
All the letters back east told us stories of defeat and long , long walk of hunger
The government thought it might be good to send us all out west
I think it’s always kinda funny that them fellas with the money want to tell you that they know what’s best
They can make it out
To be just black and white
They can make it out
To be anything they like
But Before those County lines were drawn
They couldn't divide us
Our roots were strong
These trees tell the stories , if you're listening
In the free state of Winston
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Coco O'Connor Santa Fe, New Mexico
I'm from Alabama, near Muscle Shoals. I started playing bluegrass at five and started writing songs at ten. Some of my songs have been on The Craig Ferguson Show, PBS, The History Channel, and National Geographic and I've opened up for Jim Lauderdale, Oak Ridge Boys, Phil Vassar, and Mark Wills. ... more
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