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Pleasureville [live]
04:47
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Pleasureville - ©2009
words and music by John Natiw
There's a blind man in the graveyard
with a shovel in his hand
Some folks they claim that he's the devil
Others say he's just a man
He runs the still down by the river
and the whorehouse on the hill
And if his whiskey doesn't kill you
Those women surely will
Pretty girl sits in the window
She got that sympathetic stare
She'll lead a thirsty man to water
Then leave him drownin' there
Across the street they got a bottle
that can take away the pain
But once you reach the bottom
You may never stand again
In Pleasureville
Stand in Pleasureville
In the road there stands a gambler
Burnin' hundred dollar bills
He says "it ain't about the money
No, it's all about the thrills"
There's a man that looks like Elvis
Sellin' one way tickets out
But those tracks are old and rusted
And the engine's broken down
In Pleasureville
Broke down in Pleasureville
Graveyard man says not to worry
"What you need's a resting place"
Then you start to choke and struggle
As the dirt falls on your face
As the people throw the roses
And the preacher shouts amen
That ole devil moves on to another
Starts it all over again
In Pleasureville
Again in Pleasureville
In Pleasureville
Downtown Pleasureville
There's a blind man in the graveyard
with a shovel in his hand
Some folks they claim that he's the devil...
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On With the Show [live]
03:41
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On With the Show
Words and music by John Natiw
Curtain goes up, on this old wooden stage
We're all here tonight, and here's where we'll stay
The people they smile, as those lights flicker on
Mostly they listen, but some sing along
And just for an hour
They have the power
To forget all their troubles
On With the Show
Music it echoes, out into the night
The moon through the windows, makin' everything shine
Some where pretty dresses, some dusty work boots
But in the end, they all leave two by two
And just for an hour
They have the power
To forget all their troubles
Hey, On With the Show
An old couple dances, back behind all the seats
The woman she follows, the old man, well, he leads
Me, I keep staring, at the clock on the wall
I know it won't be long, 'till that big curtain falls
But just for an hour
I have the power
To forget all my troubles
And get On With the Show
Just for an hour
We all have the power
So let's forget all our troubles
And get On With the Show
Let's forget all our troubles...
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Don't Look Down When You Go ©2010
words and music by John Natiw
Summer rain is in the air
Summer rain is in the air
Autumn nights won't be the same
Summer rain is in the air
Suit of clothes across the bed
Suit of clothes across the bed
A tie the color of a rose
Suit of clothes across the bed
Don't look down when you go
Don't look down when you go
Turn your head back around
Don't look down when you go
There's a hole in the ground
There's a hole in the ground
Everybody knows
There's a hole in the ground
Length of pine out in the field
Length of pine out in the field
Long black cars all in a line
Length of pine out in the field
Don't look down when you go
Don't look down when you go
Turn your head back around
Don't look down when you go
There's a road up in the sky
There's a road up in the sky
Straight ahead and made of gold
There's a road up in the sky
Don't look down when you go
Don't look down when you go
Turn your head back around
Don't look down when you go
Turn your head back around
Don't look down when you go
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