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Walking The Dog
03:22
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Working Hands
04:51
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Grandpa would rise every morning
Get out to the field by dawn
Pioneers plow the earth and rain
Rock-a-bye the seed and the life it bring
Rock-a-bye the life it bring
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye the life it bring
Daddy laid brick every summer
Hammering nails in the heat
Pioneers earn through skill and sweat
With two jobs, overtime and an honest day’s beat
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day
‘Cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day
‘Cause they got mouths to feed
Now I’ve come to learn the tireless ways
Of the pioneers and their song
The hand that guides the hammer, the plow and the pen
Is the same pioneer of my own that I’ve become
Of my own that I’ve become
Of my own
Of my own
Of my own that I’ve become
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day
‘Cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day
‘Cause they got mouths to feed
Working hands do work
Working hands do bleed
Working hands work all day
‘Cause they got mouths to feed
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3. |
Temperance
03:58
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I’ve been waiting for the rain to stop
I’ve been waiting out the rain
I’ve been waiting for the storm to pass me by so I can cross the river
I’ve been waiting for the river to dry
So I can come back home
Crawl across the bed and fall asleep in the arms of temperance
So if you don’t mind
Stop wasting my time
Change your ways
Give me peace
I’ve been waiting for the tides to change
So I can see the mud below my feet
I count the waves crashing to the shore to remind me
I still got a heartbeat
So if you don’t mind
Stop wasting my time
Change your ways
Give me peace
So if you don’t mind
Stop wasting my time
Change your ways
Give me peace
I’m in need, I’m in need of a change
Yes, I’m in need, I’m in need of a change
I’m in need, yes, I’m in need of a change
I wanna come back home
I’ve been waiting for the river to dry
So I can come back home
Crawl across the bed and fall asleep in the arms of temperance
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Trying Times
03:50
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I'll be damned the power's out again
Gonna light me a candle to get me through the night
Like the flutter of a heartbeat too tired to try
I've had enough of these trying times
I've had enough of these trying times
I'll set fire to the dark with a spark I'll shine
I've had enough of these trying times
I'll be damned, damn near fell off the wagon again
If you ever have then you know what it's like
Like a page from the bible ripped from the spine
I've had enough of these trying times
I've had enough of these trying times
I'll set fire to the dark with a spark I'll shine
I've had enough of these trying times
I've had enough of these trying times
I've had enough of these trying times
I'll set fire to the dark with a spark I'll shine
I've had enough of these trying times
I'll set fire to the dark with a spark I'll shine
I've had enough of these trying times
I'll be damned the power's out again
Gonna light me a candle to get me through the night
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Dirt
03:31
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I'm covered in sweat
Rolling down my neck
All from a long hard day of work
I pushed and I pulled until my body done fell back to the dirt
I gamble with stress
A life of roulette
All on account that there's no sign of change
I pray and I wonder when will my life be mine to live again
There'll come a day
I'll be replaced
By machines
Oh, the atrocity
And you'll say how priceless I was at my grave
I'm riddled with rust
Cobwebs and dust
I got too many bills to pay yet I'm overworked
Let me tell y'all what's worse
A dollar don't get you very far these days
And to my boss that's all I'm worth
No more than dirt
There'll come a day
I'll be replaced
By machines
Oh, the atrocity
And you'll say how priceless I was at my grave
Because to you I'm no more than dirt
I'm worth no more than dirt
I'm worth no more than dirt
I'm worth no more than dirt
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Louisiana byway
Haulin' ass to outlast the rain
If it were up to me I'd already be in Baton Rouge
Forgetting you
The radio's broken
Oh how the silence leads to the pining
For something other than a lover like you
If only I were like the river
Cold hearted and weatherproof
I'd flow past the memories and flood the banks
Haunted by the ghost of you
If only I were like the river
Another lifetime
One I swore I left far behind
Our history, it's a mystery to me
If only I were like the river
High & mighty and weatherproof
I'd flow past the memories and flood the banks
Haunted by the ghost of you
I'll rebuild my body
Just as strong as the levee
I'll risk another flood by letting you back into my heart
If only I were like the river
At ease in my solitude
I'd flow past the memories and flood the banks
Haunted by the ghost of you
If only I were like the river
If only I were like the river
If only I were like the river
If only I
If only I
If only I were like the river
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7. |
Dirty Dishes
04:06
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I stop by on a Saturday night
To see if you were down for a glass of wine
It seems I was a little too late
Watching your other man drive away
Watching him drive away
Watching him drive away
It seems I'm not the only one your loving these days
You invited me into your kitchen
You say you got a problem and it needs a-fixin'
Excuse me I don't mean to be rude
But the coals on your fire are barely cool
They barely cool
I ain't cleaning up your dirty dishes
Who you taking me for?
Slam my heart on the table
Leave my jaw all over the floor
I could've swore it'd be me you'd be kissing
I ain't cleaning up dirty dishes no more
It'd be funny if he came back
I'd love to see how you would act
Would you treat me like your neighbor?
Stopping by for a cup of sugar, when I know you got more than that
I ain't cleaning up your dirty dishes
Who you taking me for?
Slam my heart on the table
Leave my jaw all over the floor
I could've swore it'd be me you'd be kissing
I ain't cleaning up dirty dishes no more
I ain't cleaning up your dirty dishes babe
I ain't cleaning up your dirty dishes no more
I could've swore it'd be me you'd be kissing
I ain't cleaning up dirty dishes no more
I ain't gonna do them honey
You do those things yourself
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Nick Andrew Staver Shippensburg, Pennsylvania
Nick Andrew Staver continues to emerge in the American Roots & Blues scene as a captivating songwriter and
storyteller.
Now behind the release of a new live album, "Live. In House" (Oct 2021) and a handful of singles including an updated version of the fan favorite "Working Hands" (Aug 2021), Nick is returning to the listening rooms that are the framework of the American music experience.
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