1. |
Exile
04:10
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I’m going back to the valley
The desert from where I was born
I’m going back to the valley
The desert from where I was born
If I can make it back on mountain time
I’m gonna lock all the doors
Ain’t never leaving the county lines
I stayed lit too long
Baby now I’m all burned out
I stayed lit too long
baby now I’m all burned out
But If you like em all busted and broke
A cautionary tale and a joke
That’s what I’m all about
You can call me the west Texas exile
Call it the final retreat
I’m out here trying to out run my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
If I had a soul
I would have sold it a long time ago
If I had a soul
I would have sold it a long time ago 
Hey devil, where’s that dotted line?
Gladly claim what’s mine
A bottle of scotch and some Marlboros
(That’s all I’m worth!)
You can call me the west Texas exile
Call it the final retreat
I’m out here trying to out run my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
You placed your bet
You folded up
Go on home kid
You’re outta luck
You placed your bet
You folded up
Go on home kid
You’re outta luck
Didn’t anybody tell you
This ain’t no fuckin game
You can call me the west Texas exile
Call it the final retreat
I’m out here trying to outrun my fate
I’m out here trying to outrun my fate
I’m out here trying to outrun my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
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2. |
Charlie
03:58
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3. |
Sweet L.A.
03:10
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I gave that picture to the ocean breeze
Of us moving and shaking out in Hollywood
It no longer served me the purpose it once did
All the spiteful feelings faded with he photograph
Was of the time we met up at the Viceroy Hotel
Couldn’t afford the ticket, oh but I was gonna try
I drank Scotch and water, you drank roses and Vodka
We spoke for hours till the pacific ran dry
Sweet Los Angeles
Don’t bring me down to my knees
You’re all I had
Where have you gone?
Then the months they crept up like the tide after sunset
Until you taste the ocean, you don’t know your drowning
We were out in Venice with the moonshot vagrants
You were smoking Bensons talking to another man
He was denim and muscle, you were looking like a model
You ain’t laughed like that since our picture from the hotel
Sweet Los Angeles
Don’t bring me down to my knees
You’re all I had
Where have you gone?
Now I’m here in Memphis in the great wide open
Can’t see the future, because my past has been hunting me down
At least that heartache no longer haunts me
Its blowing gently away on an pacific breeze
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4. |
Hotel Tomorrow
03:20
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Hotel Tomorrow
Smell it raining on the pavement
Back when summer days seemed never ending
Had a dream in my eyes and nothing but time
I’d go trade it all in the day I checked in
Hotel Tomorrow
Yesterday’s sorrow
Making of my own misfortune I’m told
I just hope this light I carry don’t burn out
Staying out with the streetlight
Baseball card in my bike
Always found my way home
Now that’s somewhere I can’t go
Kissed my Mama goodbye
Don’t worry I’ll be alright
That’s just another lie
that got me checked in and locked inside of
Hotel Tomorrow
Yesterday’s sorrow
Making of my own misfortune I know
Down on the low road picking
pieces of my soul
I just hope this light I carry don’t burn out
Hotel Tomorrow
Yesterday’s sorrow
Making of my own misfortune I know
High on the high road searching
Searching for my soul
I just hope this light I carry don’t burn out
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5. |
Monday Night
03:35
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No ones out on weeknights anymore
No ones out on the weeknights I guess
I’m all turned around
everyone’s gotta work when I’m in town
That’s alright, tonight feels lucky
All the empty seats are my favorite company
bourbon is always cheap
Makes being alone too easy
It’s that Monday night kind of magic
Working on my best bad habits
You’re thinkin’ that it might be tragic
You’ll know you’re wrong
When you feel that Monday kinda magic coming on
The regulars got eyes all heavy
We order like it might fix something
“Hey this ones on me
Nah, it’s alright just get me next week”
Then we’re buzzin like that open sign
Kickin’ around till closing time
Until someone shuts us off
Tuesday morning comes at such a cost
It’s that Monday night kind of magic
Working on my best bad habits
You’re thinkin’ that it might be tragic
I’ll show ya you’re wrong
When you feel that Monday kinda magic coming on
Here she comes
and for a minute
Those hopeful nerves
are reminiscent of
an easier time
Guess I missed it
Cause she’s walking out
That’s alright
there’s going to be another Monday Night
Give me that Monday night kind of magic
Working on my best bad habits
You’re thinkin’ that it might be tragic
You’ll know you’re wrong
When you feel that Monday kinda magic coming on
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6. |
New Moon Foe
03:29
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7. |
Exile - Radio Edit
04:10
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I’m going back to the valley
The desert from where I was born
I’m going back to the valley
The desert from where I was born
If I can make it back on mountain time
I’m gonna lock all the doors
Ain’t never leaving the county lines
I stayed lit too long
Baby now I’m all burned out
I stayed lit too long
baby now I’m all burned out
But If you like em all busted and broke
A cautionary tale and a joke
That’s what I’m all about
You can call me the west Texas exile
Call it the final retreat
I’m out here trying to out run my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
If I had a soul
I would have sold it a long time ago
If I had a soul
I would have sold it a long time ago 
Hey devil, where’s that dotted line?
Gladly claim what’s mine
A bottle of scotch and some Marlboros
(That’s all I’m worth!)
You can call me the west Texas exile
Call it the final retreat
I’m out here trying to out run my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
You placed your bet
You folded up
Go on home kid
You’re outta luck
You placed your bet
You folded up
Go on home kid
You’re outta luck
Didn’t anybody tell you
This ain’t no fun and games
You can call me the west Texas exile
Call it the final retreat
I’m out here trying to outrun my fate
I’m out here trying to outrun my fate
I’m out here trying to outrun my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
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