Sad Truths & Innocent Lies

1. TRAINS JUST MAKE HER CRY

Terry (rhythm guitar/harp/pedal steel), Eva (piano/organ), Amanda (drums), Tom (bass), Vocals (Terry, Eva, Leanne Auger, Kelly Ouimet)

Sheís known to walk or drive miles out of her way. To avoid the end of town where the railway tracks lay. Iíve asked her time and time again, but she would never say; Till some of it came spilling out of her today. She knows exactly what time those trains come rolling through; She turns the radio up real loud every time they do; Thereís not a hint of a whistle; Thereís not a rumble to make her blue; The volume drops back down when theyíve passed; she hits it right on cue.

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She said the sound of a train just makes her cry; Something Ďbout their song; To her it means goodbye; Itís been 18 years since she stood long side that railroad track; Now she stays away so it wonít start her thinking back.

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She said a train is like a finger on a trigger on a gun; Held to my heart; Itís like someoneís pulled the hammer back ; Then the tears just start. I asked her what it was thatís caused her so much pain; Who rode away or vowed to her that theyíd come back again; She rubbed her hands together; like she was scrubbing off a stain; And she mumbled that she couldnít stand; the sound of a train.

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She said the sound of a train it just makes her cry; Something Ďbout their song; To her it means goodbye; Itís been 18 years since she stood long side that railroad track; Now she stays away so it wonít start her thinking back.

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2. I WOULDNíT CALL IT LOVE

Terry (rhythm guitar), Don (fiddle), Eva (organ/double bass), Vocals (Terry & Eva)

He thinks heís a pistol; She thinks heís a goof; When he cranks it up real high; He shoots right through the roof; He thinks that sheís a goddess; But he thinks she can be tamed; She thinks his headís so full of him; He leaves her feeling pained. He has this long-term vision; Of how lifeís gonna be; Heís worked it up in detail; Itís there for all to see; Sheís never been consulted; Or asked how she can fit; Sheís never signed on a dotted line; She thinks heís full of it.

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But the stars come out on occasion; And the meteors shower down; And they burn the night so darn bright; They light up this little town; The sparks are flying everywhere; And rockets rise above; You can call it what you want; I wouldnít call it love.

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Goes home in the morning; And he loads the pick-up truck; And he disappears for days on end; Heís never feeling stuck; She walks the dog outside of town; Hums a song she learned as a child; The dog runs on ahead; Heís caught the scent of something wild. And hearts ainít made of paper; They ache but they donít tear; Theyíll see each other sometime; Itís not like they just donít care.

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But the stars come out on occasion; And the meteors shower down; And they burn the night so darn bright; They light up this little town; And the sparks are flying everywhere; And rockets rise above; You can call it what you want; I wouldnít call it love. He thinks heís a pistol; She thinks heís a goof; Some things are so far off base; You canít find any truth.

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3. HEARD IT ALL BEFORE

Terry (rhythm guitar), Jeff Lundmark (lead guitar), Amanda (drums), Tom (bass), Vocals (Terry, Eva, Leanne Auger, Kelly Ouimet)

I was laying in a hammock in the darkness out back of a Mexican motel; I was wonderiní about how anyoneís life could all become such a living hell; How a seemingly good idea all up and went so wrong; How once you catch what youíre chasing, a lifetimeís far too long. What do you mean; Donít give up on you; I barely gave you fair consideration; Iím afraid Iím just gonna let you down; If you came here with expectations; Sometimes it feels like bad news is sending chills up and down my spine; Every time I move my feet; Iím told Iíve stepped over the line.

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We can handle hurt and heartbreak; We can handle tons of grief; But deceits and dishonesty they strip down our souls like a thief. If youíre searching for a mystic; Thereís one hiding just down the street; The air is blue around him; And thereís children at his feet; And if you listen close enough, Youíll see that heís like the rest; Heíll paint you a picture of paradise; But itís hollow at its best.

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I donít need no medication; And I donít want your protection; I donít know what it is thatís out there; But I know it needs correction. I looked for myself this morning but I could not be found; Called my name out loud; Didnít hear a sound; Iíve got this empty feeling that thereís something that I missed; So I called up my friends; They said I donít exist. So the measure isnít bank accounts; Fast cars or acclaim; The measureís how you live your lives; While others hide their shame. If you would just quit preaching those things Ďcause Iíve heard them all before; And after a while I just tune right out; itís all such a deadly bore.

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We can handle hurt and heartbreak; We can handle tons of grief; But deceits and dishonesty; they strip down our souls like a thief

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What do I do now and what is it Iíve done wrong; You know Iíve lived with myself for much too long.

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4. HARD TO BELIEVE

Terry (rhythm guitar), Don (fiddle), Dave Patterson (lead guitar), Eva (piano), Amanda (drums), Tom (bass), Vocals (Terry, Leanne Auger, Kelly Ouimet)

I just kept right on doing; All the things I thought I should Then all of a sudden; And out of the blue; Life is pretty damn good. I never thought Iíd lay eyes on you; After all those years had passed; But some things are just meant to be; Some things are meant to last.

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Itís hard to believe we got here; Makiní it up as we go along; Itís hard to believe we got here; Itís all gone so right when it all could have gone so wrong.

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Waiting is the hard part; Nothing happens Ďtill the time is right; It can be months; Or it can be years; Or it could be tonight; Major life alterations; They happen when you least suspect; You gotta be willing and open; Ease back and accept.

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Itís hard to believe we got here; Makiní it up as we go along; Itís hard to believe we got here; Itís gone so right when it all could have gone so wrong.

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5. ROSIEíS LAND

Terry (banjo), Don (fiddle), Eva (double bass), Amanda (spoons), Vocals (Terry & Eva)

Hens and roosters; geese and ducks; Barnyardís silent; No quacks or clucks; Rosieís at the table; With her head hung down; Doctorís on the buckboard; Hauliní Henry off to town. Cows ainít milked and the hay ainít baled; Off to his glory Henry sailed; Rosieís no spring chicken; And sheís in a state; The hayís all right; But the cows canít wait.

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Sometimes thereís a warning; Sometimes you see it coming; Sometimes it hits you ; Leaves your head aíhumminí; No matter how it happens; No time to spare; Rosieís in the barn; And the cows are glad sheís there. The preacher paid a visit; But he didnít stay too long; Heíd eyed Rosie often; And he wasnít feeling strong; Neighbour down the road; Gave a helping hand; All he really wanted; Was Rosieís land.

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Timeíll tell you honestly; Time will tell you true; There wasnít nothing else that she could do; But get up every morning; In the cold damp dew; Get up every morning; And do the work of two.

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6. THIS RIVER SEEMS WIDER

Terry (rhythm guitar), Jeff Lundmark (lead guitar), Eva (organ/piano), Amanda (drums), Tom (bass), Vocals (Terry, Eva, Leanne Auger, Kelly Ouimet)

This river seems wider than it ever did before This mountainís a whole lot higher than I remember, thatís for sure; This life has sharper edges; itís all become a grinding chore; This river seems wider than it ever did before. Clouds roll on the horizon as the sun sinks out of view; Try as I might with all my fight I canít stop myself from thinking of you; While I search for guidance, I donít have to wonder what you did this for; This river seems so much wider than it ever did before. You gave me ribbons; You gave me amber and pearls I gave you time; I gave up dreams; I watched you paint out your life in murals; I never gave it enough to know what any of this was for; This river seems so much wider than it ever did before.

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I lost you slowly; you didnít run; you eased away; I was there but I wasnít; It still hurts to say; But the mountains are so much higher than I remember; thatís for sure; And this river seems much wider than it ever did before.

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If I could turn back the hands of time; Or find some other way; Youíd be here now and weíd move on; Thereís no chance weíd go astray. This river seems so much wider than it ever did before This mountain is a whole lot higher than I remember, thatís for sure; This life has sharper edges; itís all become a grinding chore; This river seems wider than it ever did before. Than it ever did before; Than it ever did before.

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7. JUST NOT GONNA PLAY

Terry (guitar), Don (fiddle), Eva (piano/double bass), Amanda (drums), Vocals (Terry & Eva)

I was walking down the road; A week or two ago; And I heard a woman yelling from her house; Get out of here you good for nothing useless piece of trash. You low down bottom feeding louse. Now some would feel compelled to reflect upon this scene; And feel bad for one or the other; But I guess my heartís had itís fill of grieving and crying; So I smiled to myself; I didnít bother.

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Cause nothingís ever gonna get me down again; No, nothingís gonna rub me the wrong the way; To the extent that Iíll feel bitterness or anger or remorse; Cause Iíve decided Iím not gonna play; Yeah, Iíve decided Iím not gonna play. I walked a little further and a funeral passed me by; I didnít give a thought to who had died; I saw those mourners weeping But I couldnít empathize; Cause I know for sure that all of my tears have been cried. Now, some think Iím hard hearted; And some may think Iím mean; And Iím pretty sure thereís those who think Iím cruel; But the truth of the matter is a woman done me wrong; And played me for her everlasting fool;

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But nothingís ever gonna get me down again; No, nothingís gonna rub me the wrong way; To the extent that I feel bitterness or anger or remorse; Cause Iíve decided Iím gonna play; Yeah, Iíve decided Iím not gonna play.

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Till I get the nerve to leave; Or I find someone new; Or one of us departs for parts unknown; Iím closin down this sad side; Iím pasting on a smile; And I wonít let it get broken by no frown.

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Cause nothingís ever gonna get me down again; No, nothingís gonna rub me the wrong way; To the extent that I feel bitterness or anger or remorse Cause Iíve decided Iím not gonna play. Yeah, Iíve decided Iím not gonna play.

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8. THE TIME THAT IíM STILL HERE

Terry (slide guitar/vocal), Eva (piano), Amanda (drums), Tom (bass)

Well, it all seems so confusing when you think about today Like somethingís out to get us all; Something evil comes this way; Maybe itís the climate change; Or some exotic flu; So just in case thereís little time; Iíve still got a few things left to say and do. The doctor told me yesterday Iím a candidate to go; He didnít say how or why; He didnít say fast or slow; So Iím lookiní over my shoulder, Cause my options are all spent; I thought I could weather any storm; I donít know where the time went. So the thing Iíve got to get off my chest; In the time that Iím still here Is to spell out a few truths; And make a few things clear; To muster up the courage And say what must be said; Then I wonít mind sliding off; To see what happens to me when Iím dead.

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Love is all there really is; Without it thereís no hope; The children are the most precious things; Just keep them off hard dope; Corporations rule this planet; They will as long as we sit still; And as for politicians, the very thought just leaves me feeling ill. Iím just a simple country boy; Not a bone in me thatís mean; I say let the air be fresh; Let the water be clean; Let the food be pure; Let this earth be green; Just wanna go out knowing; That itís the best itís ever been.

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Racism and intolerance; Leave scars on our souls; We might as well be living; Down in deep dark dirty holes; We gotta embrace our differences; Learn from one another; Remember everybody out there; Is your sister or your brother. Weíve got to lay down guns everywhere; And stop this insanity; Weíve got to find some lasting peace; let everyone be free; Now there Iíve gone and said All I had to say; So now the Lord can come whipping down And whisk my soul away.

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9. GOOD LIFE

Terry (mandolin/pedal steel), Don (fiddle), Eva (piano), Amanda (drums), Tom (bass), Vocals (Terry, Eva, Leanne Auger, Kelly Ouimet)

I come home drunk and late and you treat me like a dog So I stumble back out to the truck and I sleep there like a log Till you find me out there at the first sign of light And you kick my butt a dozen times until you get it right.

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And they call this the good life and Iím wondering whatís so good Iím doing the best I can, just not doing the best I should.

Weíre only about a month or so behind in the rent Your paychequeís not going so far; you say Iíve always got it spent But thereís some things that are just too important to ignore Like drinking and fishing and drinking some more.

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And they call this the good life and I guess sometimes itís good Iím doing about the best I can, but not the best I should.

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And they call this the good life and I guess sometimes itís good Iím doing about the best I can, but not the best I should.

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Those old factory jobs ainít nothing; And theyíre disappearing fast; Iím not thinking about the future; Cause nothing ever lasts. They repoíd your car a week ago; fortunately Iíve still got my truck Iíd be doing good but your attitudeís got me feeling down on my luck I donít know why youíre complaining; the bus ainít all that bad At least youíve got a job; youíve got no reason to be mad.

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And they call this the good life and I guess for some itís good Iím doing about the best I can; but not the best I should.

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And they call this the good life and I guess for some itís good Iím doing about the best I can; but not the best I should. Iím doing about the best I can; but not the best I should.

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