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Medicine Man
02:53
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I'm your medicine man
And I'm doing all I can
It looks like we'll be here for awhile
Asheville's only seventy miles
If anybody wants to sing a song
I'll gladly sing along
We're going off and over now
Don't you ask me anyhow
And the winner is you
I'm right, what's wrong, what's new
So let's go downstairs
And let me shave off all that yellow hair
If anybody wants to sing a song
I'll gladly sing along
We're going off and over now
Don't you ask me anyhow
Sister, sister, won't you be so kind
Just lay right down, drench your mind
Cover me, hold me tight
I'm only staying for one night
If anybody wants to sing a song
I'll gladly sing along
We're going off and over now
Don't you ask me anyhow
Oh yeah
If anybody wants to sing a song
I'll gladly sing along
We're going off and over now
Don't you ask me anyhow
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I saw you lying in the sea
You looked inside and then at me
You were confused by what I said
My words were dry like broken bread
The innocence, I couldn′t read
The Spanish life, I couldn't feed
Maybe I′m too strong to tell
That I had spent too long in hell
The sunshine was your favorite tune
But now I'm just singing under the moon
Cause your heart bent like burning glass
To tell the stars we couldn't last
The innocence, I couldn′t read
The Spanish life, I couldn′t feed
Maybe I'm too strong to tell
That I had spent too long in hell
And after all we could′ve done
You left me for that Spanish sun
I wonder where you're gonna stay
Oh Nora take my breath away
The innocence, I couldn′t read
The Spanish life, I couldn't feed
Maybe I′m too strong to tell
That I had spent too long in hell
The innocence, I couldn't read
The Spanish life, I couldn't feed
Maybe I′m too strong to tell
That I had spent too long in hell
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Lorraine
03:19
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You took it way too fast for me
But now it's in your head
You didn't take the time to really
Answer what I said
Come on girl you know it's just
A habit, nothing more
Take it in your stride my dear,
And walk right out that door
Come on sweet Lorraine
Don't let them treat you insane
You've waited all this time
And now it's falling right in line
What a fortunate surprise
I looked into your eyes
Don't forget that when it's done
That I'm your only one
Come on can't you hear the sound,
You know they're cheering all for you
Giving every song of praise
And all their children too
Honey aren't you beautiful
Or maybe something new
Your eyes are cherry red
They're no longer baby blue
Come on sweet Lorraine
Don't let them treat you insane
You've waited all this time
And now it's falling right in line
What a fortunate surprise
That I looked into your eyes
Don't forget that when it's done
That I'm your only one
That was twenty years ago
When she looked back at me
After that she popped a cap
And I was history
Come on sweet Lorraine
Don't let them treat you insane
You've waited all this time
And now it's falling right in line
What a fortunate surprise
That I looked into your eyes
Don't forget that when it's done
That I'm the only one
Come on sweet Lorraine
Come on sweet Lorraine
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The Anchorites Louisville, Kentucky
Will Doty (keyboards)
Aidan Ritchie (drums)
John Sutphin (vocals, guitar)
Luke Pinkowski
(guitar)
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