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The Year of Getting By

by Kill County

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1.
Time Passing 04:01
The years are past counting the hours are crawling slow like the north wind that blows through your door Its just time passing wine glasses crashing and you know she is leaving cause they always do and December is on us like cold steel handcuffs the rent check wont clear she wont come home, and you lying alone Face down in the frost line with the fuckups and the barflies forsaken and cleaned out like scrapped out sedan and your transmissions grinding, your cylinders are binding and you aint hit third gear in so many years. and December is on us like cold steel handcuffs the rent check wont clear she wont come home, and you lying alone No highways and boxcars, no bottles and trainyards can steady the shiver of a winter alone and you promised your bride, that you would forget her she'd pack up and youd let her god knows you tried your daddy was the king of chopsaws and hammers your just the prince of things that dont matter. and December is on us like neckties and collars you spent your good dollars on a couple of bills it eases the the lying alone No highways and boxcars, no bottles and trainyards can steady the shiver of a winter alone
2.
I hail from Maryland, the Yankee son of white trash kin but as a boy things look fine from the rented house through the broken blinds Daddy was a welder till the union broke and momma fell ill So I signed on as a man to be a poor boy in a poor land The G I checks never came through, you give them four years and all the give you Is a few dead friends, a few good lies, a thousand yards for your eyes. till you're broke down in a train yard, I never was bound to get far Hey Lincoln Nebraska, I could use a friend right now. Because there's blood lines, Amphetamines and whiskey And there's tears and there's iron, and there's pills please There's dark dreams of days that lay beyond All the trains, the drink, and the dawn Well friend please don't blame me none, a man in my shoes was bound to run To any train yard or rail line, a forty five or cheap wine. And I can't build no home you know at her brother's house in Ohio But I could use a friend right now. The sun was shinin'. And in the morning light I saw the Autumn dying Knowing, that winter was coming, I knew right then I could never see another one. There was a little black train just rolling bye, and I ran her down and caught her on the fly. So good bye, fair thee well, good bye. Well if you know the way I roll, then you'll know the way I'll go. And friend don't blame the gun, there's no need to mourn me none. There's little birds and pretty things, and a better man he might find change. But as for me, just bury me beneath, the cedars and the pine, the sun and all her shine, And safe there I'll stay, with the wreckage and the waste, and the dark dreams of days that lay beyond all the trains, the drink, and the dawn.
3.
You can roll on down to Texas, find yourself in the desert air you can rearrange your sadness, and your distant stare but I'm in no shape to travel, besides I've been down that road before chasing circles around my own shadow, as they fall across the floor Making tracks for Oklahoma, where my dreams have come to die there i sit with my whole life, right before my eyes There is a wind in the canyon, and as the sun begins to rise Well she brings with her a stillness, and leaves it by your side Its the little things I know when the bad ones start to show you dont give up, you just keep on down the road momma the rain, the wind and the rains gonna blow Leave your voice across the hills of Kansas, across the void of a dieing town If your thoughts linger onto madness, friend look around cause there aint nothing but the wind here, and as she rolls from town to town she dont linger on her attachments, she just picks up without a sound
4.
Left My Home 02:45
I left my home boys when I was a child I went out to see the world when the world was wild And all in time I'm gonna make it right And I drank that whiskey boys drink it night and day Oh that whiskey it keeps the blues away and all in time I'm gonna make it right Gonna get me a country girl and I'm gonna treat her right No more lonely days, no more lonely nights All in time I'm gonna make it right I spent my whole life working for another man Gonna get me a farm and work for the land All in time I'm gonna make it right.
5.
Coffee Black 03:28
Coffee black please, before I go a shot of bourbon now the lights down low friend of mine he'll be gone before the snow. Its so hard Get up man and drag yourself home collect your thoughts, pick up your bones no one knows what you dream when your alone. Its so hard The cut the pines, they cut'em low the took the coal away in a heavy load the took the tops of the tops of those hills and there so low I dream of switchblades and 44's pickup truck wrecks and foreign shores I'd trade it all for a dreamless night and its so long Let my song die, with my heart may the two never tear apart Slow silence by my death bed, lay my song by my head Coffee black please, before I go a shot of bourbon now the lights down low friend of mine I'l be gone before the snow and its hard
6.
Western Town 05:07
I tend to light out for the next western town got me a trade now and I follow it around though I dont ask for much, i'll take whatever I can get and the difference you ignore but you feel I got me an eye now for the brick and the stone it aint a hard life you just do what you know and at the end of the day i forget who I am when the morning comes that's where I make my stand I was down in Springfield where I called myself Joe they pay cash here and the women they know that you take your chances whenever they show and they dont mind a tear in your eye I met Marie here she knew all my names she played the same game; a little money for your pain and whether you are lifting your skirt or laying brick next to brick at some point friends you body just gives in Drifting away on mistakes you've made till you wake up one morning and you find your just killing time waiting for the next one to arrive So I took my first chance to set myself free down at the cathouse to fetch my Marie i found her deep in the arms or another broke man so i paid him his money and we ran we spend all our days here in a trailer I found got me a job near and Marie works in town at the end of the day we forget who we are leave our troubles friends at the end of the bar
7.
She asked me what I was thinking, and I said nothing I smoked my last cigerette down to something that I know all to well And that's nothing Yea I know The high tides coming, just rising and rolling we had a hard time up north, now we'll be leaving I think I make out something vague I guess thats something Yea I know This old town is rusting, and through the dust I can hear that old straight six ford she's barely running to get her off of those concrete blocks, Is gonna take some trying that i know this goddamn rain keeps falling down sweet annabelle we're gonna leave this town I know, yea I know She asked me what I was thinking, and I said nothing its just factories and headstones, and I'm slowly breaking there are things in this world, that aint worth saying that i know But the Sante Fe's rolling, five freights a day and I let that old engine, haul my thoughts away they tell me that there are places down the line that aint worth going But I don't know chorus.
8.
My Boots On 03:24
Some say the road is mean, some say the road is long. I'm just glad that there's a road to wander on. Some say the road is mean, some say the road is long. I'm comin' home momma, with my boots on. Some waste time, lord knows I waste mine. Some hold the faith, some hold a bottle of wine. Somewhere in between Cheyenne and Omaha. I'm comin' home momma, with my boots on. So don't you cry. We've always found a way to get by. No don't be blue. I've always found a way home to you. I'm high up in the pines, but I'm as low as low can go. Seems rollin' down this lonely road is all I've come to know.
9.
The Sequence 13:37
Calling all the soldiers who havent left town We got time for one more round the train is at the station with your unfired guns cause I get this feeling when your around Crops in the field now growing in the sun and each seed is a promise on a dream when I see the storms come I walk downtown to pray the the wind wont cut them down One more year on solid ground Oh my sweet, sweet Marie A toast for the the good years that we've seen and one for the strengh in times of need and one for the rain thats coming down to a home in the ground Each days brings us secrets and we learn in time they come from the things we leave behind You search for the sequence the reason and the rythme and they'll take shape just to leave you blind So I walk the streets and beg for a dime to grab me a drink to clear my mind A toast for the year of getting by And one for the women at my side And one for the day when they lay us down to a home in the ground

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released August 30, 2010

Josh James-guitar, electric guitar, harmonica, vocals
Ringo- banjo, guitar, vocals
Joe Salvati-pedel steel and dobro
Josh Hoyer- piano
Terry McGinn-fiddle
Brad Kindler-drums
Mark Wolberg-bass

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