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Cohn Marc Marc Cohn Live 04 05

Got your call from California But I could hardly hear your voice Through the hissing of the highway And all that other noise You said ?I might lose you

There?s a stranger in a car Driving down your street Acts like he knows who you are Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says ?Are you gonna get

They say my final masterpiece Was this house upon the hill High above the great and mighty river My hand could not hold the brushes Yes I guess I lost

Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy ? won?t you

Baby I?ve been searching like everybody else Can?t say nothing different about myself Sometimes I?m an angel And sometimes I?m cruel And when it comes

How many roads you?ve traveled How many dreams you?ve chased Across sand and sky and gravel Looking for one safe place Will you make a smoother landing