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All the lone night wanderers tripped up in hardships
Living out their relative hells
Come again and walk in the sunshine
Save your money from the wishing wells
Goodnight Mama Sunset
Close the curtains on the sky
I know I could never forget
Everything in the by and by
Every stranger sunken in sorrows
Let out what you know has been wrong
Cause we’ll all have heartbreak
And we can all sing along
We’ve all got that feeling
Flying low, flying high
But there’s always room for healing
Everything in the by and by
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Back in Cackalacky
03:25
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I got born out in ol’ Cackalacky
Northwest way sandwiched between the fraser firs and the southern pines
Where I could lay down and die
Where I could lay down and die
Shut my eyes
Say my last goodbyes
That Blue Ridge dream set paid me in gold
Them trout stream waters gave me wine
Never cost a dime
Never cost a dime
That was the time
Brought my deepest sighs
All the beauty happens naturally out in Cackalacky
All the folks are as real as the mountain lions
It’s a different kind
It’s a different kind
As I ride
Out the countryside
Towards the plains if its business I want, booming in the Piedmont
Walk the planks of the Outer Banks, get stuck down in the Chucktown tide
It makes me come alive
It made me come alive
That rambling state of mind
Is for what we’ll strive
All life long I’ll strive for that rambling state of mind
All life long I’ll strive for that rambling state of mind
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Missing Me When I'm Gone
02:58
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My little lady she don’t lie
She said you’ll be missing me when I’m gone
No matter how you think of me now
You’ll be missing me when I’m gone
You’ll cry harder than the sky
You’ll be missing me when I’m gone
You’ll scream, blow out engine steam
You’ll be missing me when I’m gone
And she don’t lie
She’s miles away
It’s a lonely cry
I sound today
Hey Hey
She said:
You’ll smirk and you will laugh
You just don’t know what you have
You hold too much wrath
You just don’t know what you have
If you feel there’s nothing left inside me that will turn you on
Then bye bye, join all the other guys missing their girls when they’re gone
And she don’t lie
She’s miles away
It’s a lonely cry
I sound today
Hey Hey
So long, goodbye
So long, goodbye
Bye Bye
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Saxapahaw Strut
01:59
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Whole ‘lotta cats stick to riding a vibe
Tell you it’s real though they can’t describe
And they get caught red handed in the day to day
Always feeling that they know just what they fail to say
And some ships sail left unsaid
Some ships sail left unsaid
I couldn’t share what was on my mind
Those kind of words were to hard to find
I could have told you just how much I really cared
And made sure to secure all my love was declared
But some ships sail left unsaid
Some ships sail left unsaid
Go right along, keep your qualms unaddressed
Head in the sand, most your feelings to be guessed
Your skies overcast, your landscapes ominous
Your ties loose and the ropes thin ‘tween your promises
And some ships will go left unsaid
Some ships go left unsaid
Some ships sail left unsaid
Let me tell you
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Ain't a Pal O'Mine
01:59
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Sneering and a-jeering
Every time that I’m appearing
Not being very kind
So listen closely cause you aint a pal o’mine
When I’m out walking
You keep talking and a mocking
And it’s in no way benign
So listen closely cause you aint a pal o’mine
There was a time our stars were in a constellation
Shining
Now when I’m down, you provide no consolation
So don’t come whining
You got the gall to call me small
And say I’m missing my spine
So listen Baby cause you aint a pal o’mine
Don’t find it shocking
When you come a knocking
And no one’s on the line
Cause listen Baby you aint a pal o’mine
I’ve had enough baby you ain’t a pal o’mine
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Shooting Diamonds
04:36
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We could skip ‘cross the islands
Under bright night shooting diamonds
We could be running wild
Forever beguiled
Free, now
Time is now, holding on if you’re living freely
Please try, understand me
It just might come in handy
When all of your love is gone
All else will be wrong
What else can I say now?
Time is now, holding on if you’re living freely
Freedom now
Time is now, holding on if you’re living freely
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Lullaby for a Drifter
02:48
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All the sultans in their feather beds
Don’t pay too much mind where the rounders rest their heads
This one goes to those with nowhere to lie
Lean back and float down stream with the drifter’s lullaby
Freight train rider
Ride on into the night
You can make it to the moon
If you make it to sunlight
Burning long the railways
Floating on the breeze
Seeing what nobody knows
Going where nobody sees
And all the canyons couldn’t hold the tears you cry
Lean back and float down stream with the drifter’s lullaby
And no one knows where they go to run and hide
Lean back and float down stream with the drifter’s lullaby
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Sally the Cow
02:02
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On a foggy ridge in Caroline
Just a-sitting in the clouds
On a foggy ride in Caroline
Far away from the chatter-street crowds
Up yonder the times just drip along
As slow as the old cow chews
It roots a rester’s paradise
Milks a vagabonds blues
Chew cud, chew cud, chew cud Sally
Chew cud Sally chew cud
It’s no good, it’s now good Sally
I’ve a been misunderstood
If you got a buckeye boy
Rub it warm and worn
Ain’t no one just gonna make it son
Many remain forlorn
Sometimes I hear the calling
Blowing down that dark highway
Singing string up that guitar and head down the Mississippi
New Orleans I’ll play
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Twinkle of Your Time
02:43
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Rush on wayward waters of the spring
Rain down you black clouds in the sky
Rain down through my floor
It won’t matter anymore
The world must wash through and purify
I rushed on at the crest of a wave
All to find what was washed behind
All to see a second glance
Perhaps a spark of clairvoyance
The twinkle of my time
Easy to disregard son
You’re in the twinkle of your time
Think you got it hard son
You’re in the twinkle of your time
They’ll be dazed in that long, lonely maze
They’ll be shaken with the specter of demise
All the weary painters will fail to stroke
And see the sun that will never rise
Many lives have been taken with too little grains of salt
Many hearts have been stolen with no crime
Many still will neglect
And fail to respect
How vast the twinkle of their time
You’re on a rainbow weeping babe
In the twinkle of your time
Come out from where you’re sleeping babe
In the twinkle of your time
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There’s a natural flow
There’s a rhythm to the universe
There’s a heartbeat to the galaxy
It’s a-breathing through the skies
There’s a sway beneath the dirt and crops
That grows all the way above the mountaintops
There’s a world in your eyes
There’s a world in your eyes
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Brooks Forsyth Boone, North Carolina
Hailing from the mountains of North Carolina, Brooks Forsyth is a musician of Appalachia and beyond. Encompassing a variety of sounds in Americana, he has a large repertoire of original songs, and a versatile guitar style consisting of both flatpicking and fingerpicking. Throughout the last seventeen years, Brooks has performed solo and with a variation of musical ensembles across the U.S.A. ... more
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