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Sorry To A Friend Edwin McCain Sittin' on the edge Looking for songs in a bottle Talking with strangers who don't know my pain Blurry eyed and burned out Choking on more than i can swallow Crack in a little voice called out my name Sign On The Door Edwin McCain Wendy's sittin' next to me  she's trying hard to drink it away  and i feel the rumble of the subway beneath the stage  and her eyes are screaming  and her lips are pursed  and this ain't he St heartache Dragons Edwin McCain Well I’m watching the dragons as they make another claim He used to be a friend of mine, I called him by his name Well there’s nothing you can say to nirvana when it's packed up in a syringe We’ll Anything Good About Me Edwin McCain Rolled in last night  to the dawn, the porch, and both our floodlights  no excuse  but we were having such a good time  why, oh why  can't i just walk the straight and narrow  so ashamed b Ll do Don't Bring Me Down Edwin McCain Well i don't drive a fast car You know it just ain't my style And i don't give a damn about that You know it ain't worth my while And i've been known to run around Burned some bridges in my time You know Far From Over Edwin McCain runaways That never made it this far I can't believe she said that we can work it out I thought that we were near the end Gone are the days All the trouble and the doubt This is far from over my friend Get Out Of This Town Edwin McCain Just like some voodoo dream Living on 4th and Magazine A black rose and a chicken bone I don’t know if I’ll make it home Another night at Snake and Jakes Just a little more than I can take See Off This Mountain Edwin McCain She's a blue ridge cradle  she's a mother to some  and home to the laughter  of road weary ones  so we'll sing all the old songs  sing to grandmama road  and we'll sing cause we miss her  We're How Strange It Seems Edwin McCain I'm A hack driver in New York City I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive I'm a dressmaker in Louisiana Letter To My Mother Edwin McCain Mama, how do I write the words to you You were the only one who loved me true But there’s a woman that we don’t even know She gave me life, then you gave me a home I love you, Mama But I want Kentucky Edwin McCain I dreamed that you were gracious, I dreamed you wished me well, I dreamed that you were vicious, You damned me straihgt to hell. Do Your Thing Edwin McCain feet Snuck up on me now This young man's lost his way He don't believe All the stuff they told him He's caught up in the fray He said I've got this great big Bag full of dreams And I don't know what to Beautiful Life Edwin McCain Another beautiful morning under stars and bars And F series pickups and rusted out cars And they're eating breakfast at the strip bar Just to have a peek… And the beer soaked angels spread Grind Me In The Gears Edwin McCain I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue For the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds me to a pulp Grind me in the gears Russian Roulette Edwin McCain Hey boy pushin' on your girlfriend Trying to show her all the pain you feel inside Yeah and head all scrambled and the love is gone And you don't know what went wrong But i think i heard you hissing something One Thing Left To Do Edwin McCain do’ I said, ‘no, I’m just sittin’ here singing a song’ ‘Don’t want to do nobody wrong’ ‘You’ll find out before long’ Tonight’s just all about having fun Maybe I’ll see you when it’s done We’ (I've Got To) Stop Thinking 'Bout That Edwin McCain (I've Got To) Stop Thinking 'Bout That Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you Ride in no nasty limousine Later on the levee with the moon up above I lost my heart and confessed my love Oh Lucy, God America Street Edwin McCain broken down in decay America street it's right nearby Land of the free and the brave If we can't work and make some change There won't be much of this land left to save It's a classic case of misdirection Jesters Dreamers & Thieves Edwin McCain Looking back on younger days the view stretched on for miles We charged into our futures with laughter and smiles As we traveled blindly the road became so thick No chance to change direction and we've Thirty Pieces Edwin McCain Thirty pieces of silver screen Deep inside our souls How did we betray our imagination Watching our futures unfold Without a whisper for fear of intrusion We have to see how this part ends Time out for Radio Star Edwin McCain drank Do you think it'll help my records sell Cause I’m the radio star with the cars and the clothes The fancy guitars and the spoon in my nose You know in my world now anything goes You all want to Take Me Edwin McCain Well it seems I뭭e been a soldier heaven knows I뭭e been no saint. In my camouflage and armor cold heart and grease paint. To you this has no meaning the Armistice laid down. Promise Of You Edwin McCain Promise of you It sleeps in the air The air that I breathe And I know that it's true Don't have to convince myself to believe What secrets sleep in the heart of a man So much love wasted Slip Cleveland Park Edwin McCain Pacing gently summer wind The king stares softly to the sky Will he ever see his home again Deep from his heart he starts to cry As his songs hit the air and young hearts are awake Soon they join I've Seen A Love Edwin McCain I’ve seen a love that rolls like thunder I’ve seen a love that falls like rain That kind of love it makes me wonder Why my love causes me so much pain I see my ring as it spins on the table A perfect Guinevere Edwin McCain After all the corridors are darkened When the royal crown is off your head To your chambers i will creep not a word we will speak Just love me while the fire light dances 'round the bed Well there is danger Kitchen Song Edwin McCain And all the cracks in the wall lead to one great big hole That used to be my heart Now that i think of it Nothing ever worked out right All we ever seemed to do is just cuss, scream, bitch and fight All Ghosts of Jackson Edwin McCain Ghost on the street today Doorways of Jackson Square In tinsel and tap shoes Mardi Gras beads in her hair Down to the graveyard She wrung out her hands As if he will meet her All Ghosts Of Jackson Square Edwin McCain Ghost on the street today  doorways of jackson square  in tinsel and tap shoes  mardi gras beads in her hair  down to the graveyard  she wrung out her hands  as if he will meet her  all d E stands Prayer To St. Peter Edwin McCain Prayer To St.