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BROKEN PROMISE LAND - LYRICS

DON'T GO TO TEXAS (WITHOUT ME)
(© A. McCue Milkman's Daughter Music APRA-ASCAP)

You said
I'd always be your girl
I was your little pearl
The one you'd keep forever
And you said,
We'd always go together
We'd ride that stormy weather
You said you loved me

Don't go to Texas without me
Don't drag your tears down that road
The cops are meaner down in Texas
And it's too far, it's too hard, it's too bad
Yeah it's too far, it's too hard, it's too bad

Well I've seen
I've seen your rose tattoo
I've seen your weak side too
You really aren't so cool
And you said,
Your friend walked on the water
How can you be so cruel
He said to love one another

Don't go to Texas without me
Don't drag your tears down that road
Stars may be brighter in Texas
And it's too far, it's too hard, it's too bad
Yeah it's too far, it's too hard, it's too bad

Solo

Don't go to Texas without me
Don't drag your tears down that road
The cops are meaner down in Texas
And it's too far, it's too hard, it's too bad
Yeah it's too far, it's too hard, it's too bad
Well it's too big
For you without me
Yeah it's too far, it's too hard, it's too bad

Ol' Black Sky
(© A. McCue Milkman's Daughter Music APRA-ASCAP)

Oh Black Sky
You brought me low
You took me down
Oh Black Sky

Oh Black Sky
You took my money
You took my pride
Oh Black Sky

Oh Black Sky
You left me high
You left me dry
Oh Black Sky

Oh Black Sky
You took my money
You took my pride
Oh Black Sky

Solo

Oh Black Sky
You took my love
You took my faith
Oh Black Sky

Oh Black Sky
You left me high
You left me dry
Oh Black Sky

Oh Black Sky

Lonesome Child
(© A. McCue Milkman's Daughter Music APRA-ASCAP)

Lonesome Child
Deep water
Lonesome Child
Deep water

Lonesome Child
Lonesome Child

Where's you mother?
Where's you father?

Lonesome Child
Lonesome Child

Solo

Red, red dirt
Blue Sky
Red, red dirt
Blue Sky

Lonesome Child
Lonesome Child
Lonesome Child

The Lonely One
(© A. McCue Milkman's Daughter Music APRA-ASCAP/T. Kerr Doreen Music ASCAP/ SOCAN))

You don't need a lot
You just want it all
All I've got
Do we have to fight
When the truth is cold and in plain sight
You bring me down
Down that road where love can't be found

Look what you've done
Now you're the lonely one
How does it feel to learn
It's too late
Too late for the sun
And I don't want you
I don't want you

With no place left to go
You came to me, you cried
Put on your show
And you brought me down
Down that road where love can't be found

Look what you've done
Now you're the lonely one
How does it feel to learn
It's too late
Too late now it's done
And I don't want you
I don't want you
I don't want you

Solo

Look what you've done
Now you're the lonely one
How does it feel to learn
It's too late
Too late for the sun
And I don't want you
Too late now it's done
And I don't want you

I don't want you

God's Home Number
(©D. Raven, T. Prodaniuk, B. Watts)

i feel so fortunate to have your number
it's like O2 in my lungs
it's such a nice, round lovely number
i love to roll it off my tongue

such a sensual kabalah
a numerological lambada (the forbidden dance)

each digit has a name. it has a face
it has a meaning all it's own
when i call your number out, it stirs my soul
your number speaks to me in tone

your secret number has a music all it's own
it's like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone
can't do the rhumba
but i've got god's home number

one wretched wednesday at 3: am
as i sat staring at my screen
a twitchy rhythm possessed my fingers
and i was typing out a stream

such a sensual kabalah
a numerological lambada

each lovely number, like a psalm
written on an ancient scroll
it rings so nicely around my brain
it's symbols tattooed on my soul

your secret number has a rhythm all it's own
it's like a rhumba with a cabalistic tone
can't do the rhumba
but i've got god's home number

Broken Promise Land
(© A. McCue Milkman's Daughter Music APRA-ASCAP/J. Leary Leary's Irish Stew Music ASCAP)

I'm on the road for a hundred long days
Makin' money just to pay the rent
I come home and my baby's gone again

You never make like you used to do
Don't even primp or shine your shoes
It's hard times when you're baby's down on you

No milk, no more honey
No squares in the fryin' pan
It's hard times in the broken promise land

Solo

I look down the road up yonder
Strange detour up ahead
It's hard times when you've lost your way

No milk, no more honey
No squares in the fryin' pan
It's hard times in the broken promise land

Solo

You say no, no, no
I'm too tired for love
I say yeah, yeah, yeah,
Shake your head and walk away

No milk, no more honey
No squares in the fryin' pan
It's hard times in the broken promise land

In the cold of the evening I found myself walking alone
It was quiet all around, just the sound of my boots on the road
The old man said don't go, 'pressure is low, I can smell snow'
But I was burning with desire, had to see ya, I just had to go

The sun died like a fire, the night was a river of ink
And as the temperature dropped to freezing I started to think
The old man told me to stay
But desire was calling me 'come out to play'
Now I'm walking through the darkness of a winter night losing my way

Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?

Sure as hell the snow came heavy upon my mind and my body
They say lust is bad for you and ecstasy too
You shouldn't please yourself too much
I felt the weight of my sins start to close me in, I began to fall...

Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?

Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, Won't you come out to play?

Now I'm lying in the snow, it's all coming down on me
All the lies that I told, how I caused so much misery
I got someone waiting at home and I'm lying here all on my own
If love was the drug I don't feel it anymore

Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?
Hey, Hey, we got so many ways
Hey, Hey, won't you come out to play?

The old man's talkin', there won't be no walking home....