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Mountain Town
03:48
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Mountain Town
I heard they sold the diner
They’re just giving this town away
Mama works a factory job
To make sure the bills are paid
And then she dons her apron
And serves them tea and cake
As the sun goes down
On this pretty little mountain town
Grandpa used to chop the wood
That kept the fire lit
But pride has gotten in his way
And he’s destined not to quit
Says he’ll burn out like a candle
At the end of his wick
As the sun goes down
On this pretty little mountain town
In modesty we’re fighting
To be the king of all that’s bland
While hard edged fingers cracked and scarred
Gently caress the land
So we can have our fortunes
And luxuries at hand
And the sun goes down
On this pretty little mountain town
Her screaming fell on deaf ears
As they pulled her from the trial
A hedge fund of ideas
That were tossed upon the pile
And out she wandered searching
For the hang mans only child
As the sun goes down
On this pretty little mountain town
Somewhere out on the city streets
Of Chicago or L.A
A young man just sold his soul
And shot it through his veins
And I sit in this coffee shop
And dream about the good old days
As the sun goes down
On this pretty little mountain town
Once I was a younger man
With anger in my blood
But now I’m riding biding time
And rolling in the mud
But like Noah or Goliath
I’ll stand tall against the flood
As the sun goes down
On this pretty little town
-John Hewitt-
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2. |
If Not For Her
03:26
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If Not For Her
She was raised on the farm
Papa always kept his little girl from harm
Until he died in his sleep
Don’t weep, for it could have been worse
If not for her
I was laying in the gutter
And my legs were all broke
And I would still be on the street
Don’t weep, for it could have been worse
If not for her
He was on the edge of his life
Could have been the rope could have been the knife
But they had mouths to feed
Don’t weep, for it could have been worse
If not for her
Now the beggar sits on the stand
He’s begging God for the upper hand
And all the jury sees is a creep
Don’t weep, for it could have been worse
If not for her
I pray though I don’t believe
I just hope she too receives
All the glory she’s given me
But don’t weep for it could have been worse
If not for her
-John Hewitt-
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3. |
Don't Cry Molly
04:27
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Don’t Cry Molly
Don’t cry Molly, the mine shaft has fallen
Your dear Edward won’t be coming home
What shall I do? A poor young housewife
How shall I raise these children all on my own
I shall embrace you with my cold ghostly hands
And I shall hold you until the end of all time
I can almost feel your touch my dear Edward
The touch of your cold ghostly hands upon mine
But I shall never find another lover
I shall never seek a new love of mine
Yes you may seek a new love Molly
For to help you raise these children of mine
But my dear Edward how could I?
Ever lay beside another man
My dear Molly we’ve departed
Until the good Lord brings us together again
Now my Molly, I will walk beside you
I will walk with you to know you are safe
Just make sure my full name is written
Upon the stone that sits above where I lay
How shall I raise these children
Without the man who planted their seed
You shall raise them and they shall prosper
In their good deeds you shall always see me
How my Edward shall I grow old
Old and wise without you by my side
You shall grow old and wise
And you shall enjoy the fruits of this life
What shall I do a poor young housewife?
How shall I raise these children all on my own
Don’t cry Molly, my shift ended early
Your dear Edward can’t wait to come home
-John Hewitt-
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It’s a Funny Little World
It’s a funny little world
That makes a man feel this way
It’s a funny little world
That makes a man feel this way
And I know it’s wrong
But I can’t go on living this way
And I know it’s wrong
But I can’t go on living this way
It’s a pretty little world
I think I’l hang it on a string
It’s a pretty little world
I think I’ll hang it on a string
And I know it’s wrong
But I can’t go on living this way
And I know it’s wrong
But I can’t go on living this way
It’s a funny little world
That gets a man to feel this way
But it’s a pretty little world
I think I’ll hang it on a Christmas tree
And I know it’s wrong
But I can’t go on living this way
And I know it’s wrong
But I can’t go on living this way
-John Hewitt-
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5. |
And I Think About Her
02:19
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And I Think About Her
Sometimes she, comes to me
In the dead of night
Whether it’s wrong or right
And I think about her
And I think about her
Brown shaggy rug
Crystal blue drapes
Her love slipped away
Down the fire escape
And I think about her
And I think about her
Dead pan stare
Skin so fair
Modest and cruel
Like the mind of a fool
And I think about her
And I think about her
Concrete heart
Do your part
I can’t see
Why she’d do that to me
And I think about her
And I think about her
Sometimes at night
When I can’t sleep
My mind takes a walk
Down a dead end street
And I think about her
And I think about her
-John Hewitt-
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6. |
Man of Constant Sin
03:45
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Man of Constant Sin
The rain has swept my baby
It’s swept her off her feet
As I wait here for her phone call
From a pay phone down the street
I won’t ever let you down
I won’t ever let you down
Like a jester to the crown
I won’t ever let you down
After all my debts repay her
And for that I’ll find a way
She was never meant to be here
Still I hoped that she would stay
I won’t ever let you down
I won’t ever let you down
Like a jester to the crown
I won’t ever let you down
Now as I stand beneath this street light
And all this rain comes crashing in
I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’m a man of constant sin
I won’t ever let you down
I won’t ever let you down
Like a jester to the crown
I won’t ever let you down
Until all that’s lost is found
I won’t ever let you down
-John Hewitt-
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7. |
Reconsider Me
03:15
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Reconsider Me
At a bus stop in Arkansas
I could see your soul go by
Through the window of a Greyhound bus
That was carrying a true love of mine
And after dawn I awoke in vain
With my head in my hands and my feet out in the rain
To cease my mind and to cool by brain
From the echoes of my wildest dreams
I really hope you’re gonna change your mind
I really hope you’ll be my honey bee
I really hope you’re gonna change your mind
I really hope you’ll reconsider me
I was born on a mountain top
Down a long the Alberta line
My head got heavy and my feet got hot
And I was destined to do my time
I really hope you’re gonna change your mind
I really hope you’ll be my honey bee
I really hope you’re gonna change your mind
I really hope you’ll reconsider me
All along the road that brought me here
I could see those shadows crawl
Up towards my mama’s grave
Damn you spirit leave her alone
-John Hewitt-
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8. |
Too Far to Give Out
04:29
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Too Far to Give Out
She had a library in her car
She was impressed by the commotion
From Prime Ministers to Tzars
She was going through the motions
From T.S Eliot to Rimbaud
She was destined for the wasteland
Like some toxic puppet show
Where the master gives you the backhand
So she left him at the alter
She put her honey on a shelf
Said sometimes you gotta stand for something
I’ve come too far to give out
Washing machines and pipe dreams
Clean the dirt from the back of my mind
But the lonesome stench of all I’ve lost
Will always linger close behind
The electric force of the highway
As tumble weeds fly past the door
I’ve got gold and I’ve got diamonds
But they don’t buy much anymore
So she left him at the alter
She put her honey on a shelf
Said sometimes you gotta stand for something
I’ve come too far to give out
She was allergic to wool
So counting sheep was not an option
So I bought her an alpaca
Cause I knew she hadn’t got one
Now I’m singing out here just for you
As my voice echoes through the mountains
Singing songs is just my lifeblood
That drains out of the good Lord’s fountain
So I left her at the alter
I put my honey on a shelf
Sometimes you gotta stand for something
I’ve come to far to give out
-John Hewitt-
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9. |
Ramblin' in My Blood
02:37
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Ramblin’ in My Blood
Maybe I’ve got Ramblin’ in my blood
But that don’t mean that I don’t care
And it sure don’t mean I won’t be there
Maybe I’ve got ramblin’ in my blood
Maybe I’ve got whiskey on my breath
But if you’d seen the things I’d seen
You’d down a pint of kerosene
Maybe I’ve got whiskey on my breath
Lord help me Jesus
If it pleases you to know I’m doing fine
I’ll sit down in the grass
And get myself a glass of Spanish wine
Maybe I was much too hard to tame
Thoughts unchecked and out of sight
A roving gambler on wild nights
Maybe I was much too hard to tame
Maybe I’ve got Ramblin’ in my blood
But that don’t mean that I don’t care
And it sure don’t mean I won’t be there
Maybe I’ve got ramblin’ in my blood
Lord help me Jesus
If it pleases you to know I’m doing fine
I’ll sit down in the grass
And get myself a glass of Spanish wine
Maybe I’ve got ramblin’ in my blood
-John Hewitt-
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10. |
Colorado
03:16
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Colorado
I’ve got friends in Colorado
And I’ve got friends in New Orleans
I know Lawyers out in Cincinnati
And I learned to love on a river boat queen
Oh my love, I do it all for you
If you could do it for me too
I’ve got enemies down in Houston
And I’ve got family in Ontario
But I couldn’t tell you what they look like
Cause it’s been so long since I’ve been home
Oh my love, I do it all for you
If you could do it for me too
She broke down along the Mississippi
And ended up in Memphis Tennessee
They were’t buying what she’s selling
That’s how she ended up with me
You can tell those bastards out in Vegas
That I’m too sick Lord to make the call
I’ll put my money where my life is
And honey for you I’d bet it all
Oh my love, I do it all for you
If you could do it for me too
-John Hewitt-
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John Hewitt Edmonton, Alberta
John Hewitt was born in Northern Ontario. From an early age he took inspirations from the arts to create a bond between expression and emotion. From the Beat Generation to the Beatles, Quentin Tarantino to John Steinbeck all of the images in John's songs have some relation to the giants before him. ... more
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