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You bought us a round and you spat on the ground
Then you said man somethin’ just ain’t right
It was quarter to two when they grabbed hold of you,
and they shoved you on out in the night
That’s when you said if I go home again by myself
I just might lose my mind
So you finished your drink, took a minute to think
And said this whole year’s stuck on rewind
Every place that you have been
You compare to another town
Every face that you have seen
Well, you can’t help but see her face now
Sometimes it’s a shot, but more often than not
It’s whatever you got in the drawer
You called up my phone, we shot pool alone
Then you talked about her some more
You scratched up the felt and you started to melt
Down to a man who can’t cover the cost
Of chasin’ the ghost of a girl down the coast
It’s a vision that I’ve never lost
Every place that you have been
You compare to another town
Every face that you have seen
Well, you can’t help but see her face now
Every place that you have been
You compare to another town
Every face that you have seen
Well, you can’t help but see her face now
I hope you find all that you need to find.
I hope you find all that you need to find.
I hope you find all that you need to find.
I hope you find all that you need to find.
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Keep Me Around
03:02
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Keep me around, keep me ‘round
Let’s go down
To that Dupont Ave. jukebox pad, Shorty Long’s in town
We could run this strip tonight
It’s not time to go home
We committed to these wristbands and these fully charged cell phones
So let’s go run some circles around all those looky-loos
Sometimes I wanna say I hate this place, but I refuse, ‘cause ya
Keep me around, you keep me ‘round
Let’s go down
Claim a booth at Nino’s, before we lose too much ground
‘Cause they’re comin’ round, yeah they’re comin’ ‘round
Every place we ever loved, they’ll run into the ground
I’m not talkin’ bout the tourists, and I do not mean the cops
I ain’t referrin’ to those hard-workin’ men with those heavy mops
I sure ain’t pointin’ fingers at the slingers of our drinks
You may call me paranoid, man, but I don’t care what you think
‘Cause there’s a chubby politician, and he’s walkin’ down my block
And I wouldn’t even mind him comin’ ‘round if the guy wasn’t all talk
So, now I got one choice to make and I better make it quick
Do we tell these suits to go back home, or do we let them do their schtick?
Should I call the operator, send my congressman a note?
About chubby men from Trenton on my boardwalk buyin’ votes
Or should I just take a minute, let the cards fall where they may
Forget the photo op, just call you up and then I’ll say
Keep me around, Keep me ‘round
Let’s go down
To that bar right by the state park, and we’ll wash away that frown
‘Cause we ain’t afraid of no one
Babe, tonight we run this town
So, keep me around
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She was a rip-roarin’, tip-toe’n, Queen of the Boardwalk Blues
She had nothin’ much left, but a dream, I guess
And she never did run out of fuel
She had a rose in her hair, and a fire in her stare
Five dollars to her name
But you were richer than most when she took your hand
And those steely eyes met your gaze
She was a real smooth talkin’, hot coal walkin’
Daughter of a son of a gun
She was in everybody’s rumors, had a twisted sense of humor
But she could always find some fun
She was a double-crossin’, people-bossin’
Mixture of sand and salt
She had this funny way of knowin’ when not to come around
And this funny way of not carin’ at all
She was a photo-takin’, young heart breakin’
Girl of the Underground
She didn’t speak much, she let her feet do the talkin’,
So you listened when she made a sound
And all she said was…
“I’m just this rip-roarin’,
tip-toe’n,
Queen of the Blues
With nothin’ left to lose.
Let’s hope I never run out of fuel.”
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Don't Go to Ohio
03:37
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You got your boardwalk shoes and your baby blues
Nothin’ was wrong, nothin’ was wrong
I took your hand in that August sand
You felt so strong, I felt so strong
Symphonies of fortune and fortunate sons
Singin’ along, singin’ their songs
I walked all night from Bay Head to the Heights
Just to find dawn, not to find you were gone
Don’t you go to Ohio
It’s the sand and the sun and the sea
That you’ll miss when you’re not here with me
And your East Coast hair will look different out there
There’s no heart in the heartland for you
Don’t make the Midwest your next move
I saw men dance on lakes, I saw fish in the street, it was June
I saw ghosts cripple cars, I saw deserts and bars on the moon
I saw undercover lovers, I saw military mothers and their pain
I ate fresh key lime pie on some Key West church steps in the rain
I saw joy, I saw panic, from the West to the Atlantic and I know
One day you’ll escape, but it won’t be to Ohio
Yeah one day you’ll escape, but it won’t be to Ohio
Don’t you go to Ohio
It’s the sand and the sun and the sea
That you’ll miss when you’re not here with me
And your East Coast hair will look different out there
There’s no heart in the heartland for you
Don’t make the Midwest your next move
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King of the Classifieds
04:35
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I walked up on Banker’s Hill
Where I rang some bells to pay my bills
I would cruise the Cliffs with my space blanket
Deliverin’ lunch for a shake and a tip
It was tough turnin’ tables with an apron on,
But I needed the dough, so I worked at Leon’s.
I was right smack dab in the middle of Manhattan
I was tryin’ to follow orders, but the orders were in Latin.
I was a corner boy on a roundabout,
A stablehand on shaky ground
The King of the Classifieds, wide-eyed and chasin’ a dream
I stole only glances and gave second chances,
Made a name for myself as the kid who dances
From job to job, just searchin’ for songs in between
Now I’m down on my knees
I rolled into that Market Square
I pushed papers at a desk down there
When I punched out for the final time,
I found myself pourin’ rich people wine.
But wouldn’t you know when the money got tight,
I’d play at Marie’s; I’d fill her place for the night
Cause my best suitcase, yes the finest by far
Was the leatherbound hardshell that held my guitar
I was a corner boy on a roundabout,
A stablehand on shaky ground
The King of the Classifieds, wide-eyed and chasin’ a dream
I stole only glances, I gave second chances,
Made a name for myself as the kid who dances
From job to job, just searchin’ for songs in the breeze
Now I’m down on my knees
But not for long
I finally see that I had it all wrong
I was a corner boy on a roundabout,
A stablehand on shaky ground
The King of the Classifieds, wide-eyed, chasin’ a dream
I stole only glances, I gave second chances,
Made a name for myself as the kid who dances
From job to job, just searchin’ for songs in between
And now I’m down on my knees.
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Like None of Those
03:18
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She used to get choked up on a phone call
She used to be in by ten
She said, “Boy don’t get your hopes up I won’t fall
easy for most types of men.”
She used to push herself up to the front row
I guess she still does sometimes
And I still cringe when she throws up that elbow
But deep down you know I don’t mind
Deep down I think she’s so fine
There was Anne Marie and there was Hannah Lee
There was that girl with the crooked nose
Well, there was comin’ and a goin’
Wishin’ and a hopin’
That you’d be like none of those
(repeat)
She used to read from scripture on Sunday
She used to study the verse
She used to think no matter how much I pray
The politics has this place cursed
She used to look at the stars on her ceiling
And dream about who she might be
500 miles away I was feeling like a girl with a dream might be perfect for me
There was Anne Marie and there was Hannah Lee
There was that girl with the crooked nose
Well, there was comin’ and a goin’
Wishin’ and a hopin’
That you’d be like none of those
(repeat)
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She Stands
04:53
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The big Crazy Bus took a beatin’
The carousel ponies were freezin’
We all held our heads on the shoreline, you said that it’s over
We drove down the Parkway in silence
The newscast said people’d been dyin’
When we crossed the bridge, I saw tanks rollin’ in; I felt older
I tore down the highway quick as light
To take back what was mine from the night
The shops were gone, the dunes were in the street
There was a mountain sand where the arcade used to be
There was screamin’ and shoutin’, a Ferris Wheel out in the break
And the heart of the house I grew up, it started to ache
But she stood where she stands
And for that, you can bet, I’m a better man
Yeah she stood where she stands
And for that, you can bet, I’m a better man
She stands, she still, she still stands
She stands, she still, she still stands
She stands, she still, she still stands
She stands, she still, she still stands
She stands, she stands, she stands, she stands, she stands
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Hold Me Close
02:56
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Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
It’s a crazy world, and you feel alright, then the feelin’s gone
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
Knew some kids at the five and dime
Who pawned their guitars in the summertime
They was savin’ up for a big move
Some say they just needed somethin’ to do
C’mon, baby, pick your favorite song
Make it quick ‘cause the night’s comin’ on
Roll down your windows; I still pay the tolls
We’ll get there fast, then we’ll dance real slow
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
It’s a crazy world, and you feel alright, then the feelin’s gone
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
Knew these kids in this killer band
Packed up the truck and I took your hand
We rolled into that boardwalk town
I just knew she was gonna dig their sound
Drinks and dreams on the dancefloor
I said, “I don’t wanna play games of chance no more”
So we ditched the crew and we split that scene
I reached for you and you reached for me, and that’s when you said, “Oh, baby…”
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
It’s a crazy world, and you feel alright, then the feelin’s gone
Hold me close through the night, don’t leave me, love
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