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Cowboy Junkies Waltz Across America

Michael Timmins Stuck in that dark hole again. Someone throw me a ladder on which I can depend. Someone give me a handhold to help me ascend. Someone

Michael Timmins Sat at my window watched the world wake up this morning. Purple sky slowly turning golden, distant elms so orange you'd swear they'

Michael Timmins I saw your shoes by the kitchen door and I knew I missed you I saw your shoes by the front door and I began to miss you more I saw

Michael Timmins Emma's in a part of town where she doesn't recognize the streets named for famous native sons and out of every crevice comes creeping

Townes Van Zandt I wish I had a blue guitar, a blue guitar to play all night long. Singing songs of loss and love. Singing songs till morning comes