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Bottom Of A Bottle
02:55
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Bottom of a Bottle
I don’t know where my heart went in those summer months
So many sleepless nights watching the sun come up
And now the sheets are so white and the wine is so red
But I’d give it all up just to get to you instead
Lonely days and lonely nights, welcome to my life
Where it’s darkness in my waking hours in motel rooms with alcohol
On this road I’m going on won’t lead me back to love
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle
I keep my cool as I make my way through all this heat
No more pennies for my thoughts nickels and dimes you’ll need
You see I dream to my right and I pass to my left
And I drive and I drive ‘til I get you out of my head
Lonely days and lonely nights, welcome to my life
Where it’s darkness in my waking hours in motel rooms with alcohol
On this road I’m going on won’t lead me back to love
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle
Lonely days and lonely nights, welcome to my life
Where it’s darkness in my waking hours in motel rooms with alcohol
On this road I’m going on won’t lead me back to love
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle
It takes me to the bottom of a bottle
Oh it takes me to the bottom of a bottle
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Comfort And Wrong
03:29
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Comfort and Wrong
Oh the time that it takes seems I’m back here once again
So many roads I’ve travelled down it’s hard to tell just where I’ve been
Yeah time and roads and numbers that’s all I leave behind
To get me through these seasons just to get you off my mind
There’s trouble on the water there’s blood on the moon
When these old faded highway lines lead me back to you
I don’t know where I’m going I don’t know where I belong
But there’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong
Well the bottle ain’t been kind to you since I last been at your door
And me well I’ve been better what else would I be here for
Oh just one more night that’s all I really need
To get me through these hard times just to put my heart at easy
There’s trouble on the water there’s blood on the moon
When these old faded highway lines lead me back to you
I don’t know where I’m going I don’t know where I belong
But there’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong
There’s trouble on the water there’s blood on the moon
When these old faded highway lines lead me back to you
I don’t know where I’m going I don’t know where I belong
But there’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong
There’re sixty miles between us comfort and wrong
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3. |
Back To Dirt
04:17
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Back To Dirt
There is no red wagon left on the hill and the ropes are swinging in the wind The roads that we travelled down the games we never win
All lead us back home to start again
There have been so many faces some I can’t erase
Demons in my dreams remind me of mistakes
Should have known better even way back when
Storms were brewing to take your innocence
So let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth
Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back to dirt
There have been so many places some I can’t escape
Visit them in my dreams reminds me of the ways
I could have done better even way back when
Devils on my shoulders were trying to do me in
So let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth
Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back to dirt
The witching hour is ticking on the clock of your hometown
No one sees the magic anymore it’s long gone
So let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth
Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back
Let it burn let the wind whip through the trees
Let the water rise so high it drowns your memories
Things don’t change may your ghosts show you what you’re worth Wait for the time it takes to let it all turn back all turn back to dirt
There is no red wagon left on the hill and the ropes are swinging in the wind
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4. |
Swaying
03:17
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Swaying
I can see you dancing from across the room
You’ve got two left feet for waltzing and you’re wearing the wrong shoes
I will stand here waiting until you find your feet
Then the band changes direction and we got a brand new beat
A brand new beat a brand new beat
So you be the rhythm baby and I will be the blues
And somewhere in between the memories we’ll find a tune
Maybe a two step or an old timers song
Whatever comes our way will keep us spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Round and round round and round
I never was for rock and roll and you never liked sad songs
Somehow the years went by and we never had a chance to find the one to keep us in each others’ arms
Now I’m swaying here all alone
If I would heel and toe you’d put that bottle down
Even though we’re worlds apart I never miss a chance to hear the sound I heard that first led me to you
I’m down here swaying and I hope you are too
I can see you dancing from across the room
You’ve got two left feet for waltzing and you’re wearing the wrong shoes
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5. |
Loneliness Or Me
03:22
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Loneliness or Me
I’ve asked you a thousand times when you gonna change
My heart’s been on the line and I’m tired of your games
I stay up late nights waiting for you to come on home
I’m sick and tired of going to bed and waking up alone
Darling don’t you remember how could I forget
I’ve heard all your clichés and I’m sitting on the fence
Between staying and goodbye which one’s it gonna be
I put the ball in your court will it be loneliness or me
You’re always out there drinking with all the other guys
This little town can’t keep straight the truth from all your lies
Honey I know better now the final debt is paid
I’m done with your tomorrows breaking the promises you make
Darling don’t you remember how could I forget
I’ve heard all your clichés and I’m sitting on the fence
Between staying and goodbye which one’s it gonna be
I put the ball in your court will it be loneliness or me
Darling don’t you remember how could I forget
I’ve heard all your clichés and I’m sitting on the fence
Between staying and goodbye which one’s it gonna be
I put the ball in your court
Why can’t you stay sober
It’s looking like it’s over you choose loneliness and I choose me
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6. |
These Plains
03:57
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These Plains
I’ve been working in the fields with a prayer on my back
I’ve been hoping that the soil would someday make us rich
No this freedom ain’t free and if it be the death of me
Making memories in this ground for better times a comin’
I’ve been working in the kitchen with a prayer on my breath
I’ve been slaving for nothing and I miss my old homeland
No this freedom ain’t free and if it be the death of me
Making memories in this home for better times a comin’
Because we’ve gone far and we’ve gone wide
Travelled these plains for the hopes of a better life
So don’t you cry and don’t you weep
We’ve got each other now and that’s all we need
As the dawn creeps in the babes are fast asleep
I’ll be by your side
I won’t say a word I won’t say a thing
But I love you until the day that I die
Because we’ve gone far and we’ve gone wide
Travelled these plains for the hopes of a better life
So don’t you cry and don’t you weep
We’ve got each other now and that’s all we need
We’ve got each other now and that’s all we need
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7. |
The Best Things In Life
04:43
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The Best Things In Life
I went to the carwash where we first met
And I tried to get my car clean by that dirt just wouldn’t lift
Like your hands in the harvest from working in the soil
They’re both bound to get clean but I couldn’t help but feel
The best things in life, no, they don’t come for free
There’s always a cost to pay for good memories
Always a weight to bear with heavy hearts
Always a sacrifice for the best things in life
I walked the streets where we first started talking
I was dreaming of waters to the east
Little did I know then how that’d change things
Just another cost to carry on with me
The best things in life, no, they don’t come for free
There’s always a cost to pay for good memories
Always a weight to bear with heavy hearts
Always a sacrifice for the best things in life
Waking up early just to meet your eyes
Or standing by the kitchen sink watching the sun rise
Showing me your favourite place underneath the stars
Oh it’s always the little things that tend to break my heart
I guess all I’m saying is that car never came clean
It kept holding on to all that dirt like old memories
I know they say the other side is always more green
But I can’t help to thinking where we could have been
The best things in life, no, they don’t come for free
There’s always a cost to pay for good memories
Always a weight to bear with heavy hearts
Always a sacrifice for the best things in life
Always a cost to pay for everything in life
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8. |
Little Lies
04:08
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Little Lies
Hang it on a line or put it on a shelf
Wait for all your memories to dry out
Give it some time more like many years
Wait for all the love you had to disappear
Take it or leave it we are straight on up then down
My heart’s on fire and I can’t put it out
It’s an all or nothing feeling when it comes to me and you
And little lies to keep me from the truth
So count out all the days and map out all the faults
Find any reason at all to just move on
Lovers come and go and honey so do you
Tell me how long we keep this up ‘til we say we’re through
Take it or leave it we are straight on up then down
My heart’s on fire and I can’t put it out
It’s an all or nothing feeling when it comes to me and you
And little lies to keep me from the truth
Dirty laundry hiding in the back yard where you last left it
Like every single moment you got caught up in
Well history repeats and why don’t we ever stop it
Bury all your thoughts deep into the ground
And pray the winds of change come around
Wipe off all that dust from your weary heart
And hope the rain brings a brand new start
Take it or leave it we are straight on up then down
My heart’s on fire and I can’t put it out
It’s an all or nothing feeling when it comes to me and you
And little lies to keep me from the truth
Anything to keep me from wanting you
Little lies to keep me away from you
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9. |
Bed Of Daisies
04:06
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Bed of Daisies
The dog days of summer have finally arrived
Windows wide open clothes on the line
And all kinds of motors are humming between the yards
Everything’s growing everything’s green
Noses are poking over to see
If you’re doing it right on your side of the fence
It ain’t always roses when you get mustard in the garden
Pick your battles like you pick your weeds and life will be a bed of daisies
It takes time to grow but the heat makes it hard
Then there’s trimming and cutting when you’re not around
Sometimes it’s hard to blossom in a small town
With old folks sitting on their front stoops
Looking for gossip looking for news
And reading the paper to make sure that they got it right
It ain’t always roses when you get mustard in the garden
Pick your battles like you pick your weeds and life will be a bed of daisies
It’s hard to get higher
How you gonna get higher
When there ain’t enough water so drown all your sorrows down at the bar
And when morning arrives you’ll forget all your worries just keep your head up
Because it ain’t always roses when you get mustard in the garden
Pick your battles like you pick your weeds and life will be a bed of daisies
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10. |
Pour Me A Strong One
03:31
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Pour Me A Strong One
It’s been weeks and weeks of travelling down long and winding roads
And I’m getting tired of sleeping in my car all alone
So I pull into the nearest hotel vendor that I see
And I sit myself in a chair I say bar tender will you please
Pour me a strong one make it a gin on the rocks
Well you see sir I’m a singer and I’ve got the night off
If there are any cowboys here who’d like to take me for a ride
Well I’m here for one night only and I’m here for a good time
Then before you know it out of the corner of my eye
Some tall dark handsome stranger starts taking up my size
He starts waltzing over says can I buy you a drink
I haven’t seen you round these parts before and I will simply say
Pour me a strong one make it a gin on the rocks
Well you see sir I’m a singer and I’ve got the night off
If there are any cowboys here who’d like to take me for a ride
Well I’m here for one night only and I’m here for a good time
So he tipped his hat and he took my hand out on to the dance floor
And I showed him a thing or two on how a two step really goes
He was fine at dancing but he talked just a little too much
I said listen boy I’ll tell you what a woman really wants
Poor me a strong one make it a gin on the rocks
If you’re sticking to the whiskey you best just let it talk
And if you’re good if you know how to work that dance floor
I’ve been sleeping in my car and I might let you take me home
Then before you know it well it was time for last call
You know how to fix my drinks make ‘em short don’t make ‘em tall
And after a few more rounds you’ll see double the fun
Let’s hop into your big old truck and just wait ‘til you take me home
Pour me a strong one make it a gin on the rocks
You were sticking to the whiskey and I liked the way it talked
You look like a cowboy I could take for a ride
I’m here for one night only and I’m here for a good time
Pour me a strong one make it a gin on the rocks
Well you see sir I’m a singer and I’ve got the night off
If there are any cowboys here who’d like to take me for a ride
Well I’m here for one night only and I’m here for a good time
I’m here for one night only and I’m here for a good time
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11. |
The Bar Is Closing
04:40
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The Bar Is Closing
I’ll sing you song, you’ll know the words
About blue jeans and trucks and old dirt roads
It’s got whiskey and late nights, and all of your friends
Real long work weeks drive you over the edge
So pour another round
The jukebox is primed up in old China town
Let’s drink to the memories we wish we’d forget
We got two more hours until the bar is closing
So shine up your boots and jump on in
To my pickup with a beer in your hand
And we’ll roll down the windows, screaming out loud
Park in some field and put the end gate down
And pour another round
The jukebox is primed up in old China town
Let’s drink to the memories we wish we’d forget
We got one more hour until the bar is closing
The bar is closing
There ain’t nothing new it’s all been done before
From farming and fishing and the stars above
Hardships and lovers and things you’ll regret
The clock is a tickin’ and the good times don’t end
So pour one last round
The jukebox is dying in old China town
Let’s drink to the memories we wish we’d forget
It’s last call in Grandview and the bar is closing
The bar is closing
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12. |
Living With Your Ghost
04:27
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Living With Your Ghost
In loving memory of Zachary Konowalchuk
If this house could talk of all the things that it’s seen
Through all of these years, way before me
These boards and these nails and all the moments gone through
You know of them all, feel them in these rooms
You’re in the walls you’re in the windows
You’re here with me wherever I go
You don’t see me in my dreams anymore, but I feel you in this home
I’m living with your ghost
All the what-ifs and the have-nots
All the regrets what if I had none
Would things still be the same or would you be here with me
The weeks keep going by, it still ain’t getting easy
You’re in the walls you’re in the windows
You’re here with me wherever I go
You don’t see me in my dreams anymore, but I feel you in this home
I’m living with your ghost
I’m living with your ghost
You’re in the walls you’re in the windows
You’re here with me wherever I go
You don’t see me in my dreams anymore, but I feel you in this home
I’m living with your ghost
I’m living with your ghost
I’m living with your ghost
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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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