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Cowboys Are Coming
03:40
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The cowboys are coming, They’re sitting on the edge
Of their leather saddles, Smoking cheap cigarettes
The cowboys are coming, You’re bound to see them yet
Whiskey in their boots, Riding high on their horses
They’re free as the summer, Those Indians left behind
They’ve been sleeping in the meadows waiting for the perfect time to strike
The cowboys are coming, They’re coming to your town
Galloping the horizon and waiting for the kill
The cowboys are coming, They’re shining up their best
Taking names and numbers and laying down the law
And all the King’s horses, and all of his men
They’ve been trying and trying to catch those wild horses and their men
Although I know it’s wrong, He’s a criminal at heart
I lie awake in July’s heat and wait for his call
He’s free as the summer, Those Indians left behind
I’ve been sleeping in the meadows waiting for his heart to be mine
And all the Kings horses, and all of his men
They couldn’t try and stop me from finding that man
Although I tried to warn you, Yes I tried my best
Oh that Western Cowboy will always have my heart until the end
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2. |
Two Long Years
03:18
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It's been two long years since I've seen your face
I've been thinking about leaving this place
For better times and better company
But it's all the same wherever you go
And my friends will say I told you so
Stop trying to live out someone else's dream
It's harder than it seems sometimes oh the way things go you never can tell
Just how I'll change my mind
But tonight I'm coming back to you
I might drive all night or take a day or two
Cuz my reckless heart I know how it behaves
It gets mixed up and it goes astray
But babe it's sure of one thing
It's coming back to you
I've been working this old nine to five
Been wondering what to do with this life
Spending too many days under the blind fold
And you once said it's a matter of time
Well I've been waiting and I hope you're right
Cuz you could say I'm not quite yet sold
It's harder than it seems sometimes oh I hear your voice on the end of the line
And I can tell you're tired cuz so am I
But tonight I'm coming back to you
I might drive all night or take a day or two
Cuz my reckless heart I know how it behaves
It gets mixed up and it goes astray
But babe it's sure of one thing
It's coming back to you
Oh babe it's coming back to you
Oh babe it's coming back to you
Oh babe it's coming back to you
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3. |
My Flowers Are Empty
03:42
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My flowers are empty the roses are dead
On the ledge that you fixed, I haven't heard from you since
The day that you left this one horse town
Guess it wasn't big enough for you to stick around
And you left me in shambles, You left me in pain
The summer dragged on and my heart didn't change
Now you're gone like the wind, Gone like the leaves
Winter's setting in and you won't be back to mess with this heart again
There's a draft in the corner where you once slept
The cold is coming in and I'm alone in my bed
The silence surrounds me and it's a nice sound
There's been nothing for no one since you've been around
And you left me in shambles, You left me in pain
The summer dragged on and my heart didn't change
Now you're gone like the wind, Gone like the leaves
Winter's setting in and you won't be back to mess with this heart again
Now don't you come 'round here messin' again
My white flag is up in the dead winter wind
I've laid all my cards out and you rolled the dice
Now it's time you go your way and I will go mine
And I won't be in shambles, I won't be in pain
The tables will turn and my heart will change
I'll be gone like the wind, Gone like the leaves
Now winter is here and I'm locking the doors, I ain't lettin' you in
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4. |
You Won't Find Me
03:30
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All the wolves tonight, They are creeping
Around the edges of my mind
All the crickets, They are singing
All the words I couldn't find
But it's too late, it's gone, you'll never mind me
In all the spaces between
All the words, and the lies, and all the time
That you've wasted on me
You won't find me
Now the moon's low, On the horizon
And the stars they spell your name
And my fingers, Trace the patterns
Of the shadows on my street
But it's too late, it's gone, you'll never mind me
In all the spaces between
All the words, and the lies, and all the time
That you've wasted on me
You won't find me
Oooh oh oh Ooooh oh oh
Oooh oh ooh
Oooh oh oh Ooooh oh oh
Oooh oh ooh
Now all is quiet, On the home front
And the birds are swooping low
They’ve been calling me, Playing hide and seek
Waiting for the first one to crow
But it's too late, it's gone, you'll never mind me
In all the spaces between
All the words, and the lies, and all the time
That you've wasted on me
It's too late, it's gone, you'll never mind me
In all the spaces between
All the words, and the lies, and all the time
That you've wasted on me
You won't find me
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5. |
Arizona
03:40
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It’s been cold for days, You’ve been sitting around for weeks
Waiting for the money to fall into your hands
When it’s cold outside, Oh how these boys will ride
Through this prairie town, It’s EI EI oh
All the lovely ladies, They will be out drinking
Out on the corner of main and railway
And how they’ll try tonight, When the boys get off the ice
You’ll know it’s Saturday, It’s EI EI oh
There’s no use in complaining, The sun came up to give us a brand new day
And no one is listening
Coffee’s up a quarter, Times are tough but at least the weather is warmer
If we go down to Arizona
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6. |
Your Hands
03:36
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Suppose I said I could change my ways
I could be the one to give you the things
That you need the most to stay in love
With someone like me, It’s all the small things
You know that I’m swayed easily
I’ll wake up for you, I’ll make the coffee
We both know where it stands, If you take mine I won’t let go
Of your hand
Through all the miles and through all the months
I could be there for you, Keep my phone turned on
Even when my heart starts wearing thin
I will find my way back to your arms
You know that I’m swayed easily
I’ll wake up for you, I’ll make the coffee
We both know where it stands, If you take mine I won’t let go
Of your hand
When all our wandering years are gone
We could meet up half way and work on the things
That kept us here through the thick and the thin
And we’ll stay in love with all the small things
You know that I’m swayed easily
I’ll wake up for you, I’ll make the coffee
We both know where it stands, If you take mine I won’t let go
Of your hand
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7. |
The Time It Takes
03:17
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The moon is shining low in the Western sky, To my left and I
Dream on by
And the East holds promises that I’ll never see, I’ve been alone
But at least I’ve still got me
All the time, Time it takes to pass my past
And just live and be glad for what I have
Left in this life to make it oh
To make it
The road still winds through this prairie sunrise, I’ve got mountains to my left
And wheat fields to my right
And I will roam these dusty country roads, Been searching all this time
And I think I’m almost home
All the time, Time it takes to pass my past
And just live and be glad for what I have
Left in this life to make it oh
To make it
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8. |
Western Shores
03:20
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Western shores have been calling me
I haven’t heard from you in weeks
From time to time you come drifting through
The shadows of my dreams
Oh, oh how will I know?
If this life was ever for me?
Hard, hard, times a comin’
Whether I stay or whether I leave
I brought out the scales, the books and the cards
Been searching the sky for a sign of my heart
I’ve been going through motions and minding my qs
But I fear that we’ve lost the spark
Oh, oh how will I know?
If this life was ever for me?
Hard, hard, times a comin’
Whether I stay or whether I leave
Oh, oh how will I know?
If this life was ever for me?
Hard, hard, times a comin’
Whether I stay or whether I leave
Western shores have been calling me
And hard times are coming
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9. |
Any Kind of Peace
04:17
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I’m drunker than a pirate on a lonely ship at sea
My sails have been flailing and the current is carrying me away
From this place
I’m drunker than a gypsy in some travelling carousel
The late nights and the liquor all these strangers have been putting me through hell
Some things you’ll never tell
How the seasons keep changing from June and back through spring
Loosing time and bottles and it won’t bring anything to me
Any kind of peace
I’m drunker than a father on some winter holiday
Spending all my money trying to forget all the mistakes I’ve made
But some things you can’t erase
How the seasons keep changing from June and back through spring
Loosing time and bottles and it won’t bring anything to me
Any kind of peace
After all my drinking and my partying’s all done
I will walk for miles and miles with all
All that I’ve done wrong
And in my darkest hour I’ll be calling out to you
Saying sorry for all I did and what
What I didn’t do
But the seasons kept changing and slipping through my hands
Lost so much time in all those bottles and now I understand
That I won’t find any kind of peace in there at all
Any kind of peace at all Any kind of peace
Any kind of peace
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10. |
Lonesome Ranger
02:45
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He’s a lonesome ranger and in his darkest hour is he sees no beauty left in the land
From the blue skies to the crimson sunrise he feels the winds are changing
And he don’t see, no he don’t see what’s coming for him and you and me
And he don’t see, no he don’t see what’s coming for him and you and me
He’s a lonesome sailor and in his darkest hour is feels no beauty left in the water
From the salt seas to the waves on the beach he feels the tides are changing
And he don’t see, no he don’t see what’s coming for him and you and me
And he don’t see, no he don’t see what’s coming for him and you and me
As the world sleeps grown men are on their knees needing something to hold onto
As the world caves grown men are afraid everything they built is changing
And they don’t see, no they don’t see what’s coming for them and you and me
And they don’t see, no they don’t see what’s coming for them and you and me
No they don’t see, no they don’t see what’s coming for them and you and me
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Kayla Luky Grandview, Manitoba
Singer-songwriter Kayla Luky lives in Grandview, Manitoba, a small farming community nestled between the Riding and Duck
Mountains. This unique setting gives her sound absolute authenticity.
Too country for country and too country for folk, her songs are soaked in alcohol, dirt and sorrow, honouring the roots of real country music.
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