The Creaking of these Bones

by Adam Turner

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released December 8, 2011

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Track Name: Willow Tree
Keep a light burning for me for when I get home.
Keep a light burning for me for when I get home.
Darling if you keep a light burning for me,
I’ll take you dancing with the Devil ‘neath the willow tree.
So won’t you keep a light burning for me for when I get home?

Be sure to bring the whiskey and I’ll be sure to bring the wine.
Be sure to bring the whiskey and I’ll be sure to bring the wine.
‘Cause if you bring the whiskey and if I bring the wine,
Then we’ll be dancing in the moonlight with the Devil keeping time.
So won’t you keep a light burning for me for when I get home?

And we’re dancing with the Devil and his hounds are nipping at our heels.
Yeah we’re dancing with the Devil and his hounds are nipping at our heels.
Now we’re dancing with the Devil and his hounds are at our heels,
He said he didn’t want your soul, but your kiss he’d gladly steal.
So won’t you keep a light burning for me for when I get home?

Now I’m walking home alone with my back warmed by the new sunrise.
Now I’m walking home alone with my back warmed by the new sunrise.
Yes I’m walking home alone beneath the clear blue skies
Because I saw the Devil dancing ‘round the fire in your eyes.
So won’t you keep a light burning for me for when I get home?

Keep a light burning for me for when I get home.
Keep a light burning for me for when I got home.
Darling if you keep a light burning for me,
I’ll take you dancing with the Devil ‘neath the willow tree
So won’t you keep a light burning for me for when I get home?
Track Name: Rockabye
She said I’m strung out, and out of touch,
I listen too little and I drink too much
but the only thing cheaper than the whiskey is the talk
and the perfume on the girls behind the doors that I’m knocking on.

Bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man, again?

Well people come and people go
but the sea swells just as high even when you know
that the clouds that gather off to the east bring rain and
a storm that throws us both out to sea again.
Now I’m being rocked by the waves,
clinging to the splinters n’waiting to be saved
or waiting for this tide to finally drag me down
to the bottom of this bottle where I’ll finally drown so

bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man? Until then —

Rockabye the stars up in their cradles in the night.
With them I’ll sleep until tomorrow, all the while holding tightly to my pillow;
dreaming that it’s you.

Wake up in the dead of night
to watch the shadows dance by the lone street light
up through the open window, like midnight‘s ghost,
to where the sound of your breathing is what I miss most
right now. And it’s funny, you know?
How the little things don’t matter until they go away.

So bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man? Until then —

Rockabye the stars up in their cradles in the night.
With them I’ll sleep until the tomorrow, all the while holding tightly to my pillow;
dreaming that it’s you.

So bourbon, bourbon, in my hand,
will you help me to be an honest man again?
Track Name: Honey & Wine
And if you take a little heaven, and a little bit of hell
and wrap them up with a bow, do you think it would sell?
Because one man’s garbage is another man’s gold and
you’re not using them now, so why wait ‘till you’re older?

And I won’t know what it’s like to be the king of the world,
I gave that chance away for a night with a girl and
her hair was honey, and her breath was red wine
and I’ll never know her name and I’ll never feel fine again but

Don’t tell me that there’s nothing left to believe in,
because I keep my faith right here:
locked up in my fingers and eyes,
the prayers we made to the moon and the starry skies.

Your bitter kisses are laced with champagne and
they stay on my lips and with them stays the pain of
too much lost, or not enough gained
in your arms.

But everything I have I know I’d trade away and
in spite of myself in your arms I would stay for
a little shelter from the raging winds
and the way that it ends is the way it begins again but

Don’t tell me that there’s nothing left to believe in,
because I keep my faith right here:
locked up in my fingers and eyes,
the prayers we made to the moon and the starry skies.

And don’t think that I’ll wake you when I’m leaving
because it’s all that I can do
to walk away from you.
Track Name: American Gospel, pt 1
Haven’t got a heaven, haven’t got a hell,
just some whiskey in my pocket and my soul to sell.

I needed a place to rest my head
so I called up the devil to bargain for a bed.

I said “Hey Devil, you wanna buy my soul?
My feet are getting tired and these nights get cold.”

He said “Hey son, why don’t you slow down?
You know how long it’s been since I’ve been out on the town.”

Woke with a headache in a room next dawn.
I still had my soul but my whiskey was gone.
Track Name: Back to the Sea
You are a lighthouse with your cigarette,
telling men to stay away from shore.
But the wind is on my side tonight
and the tide is good so I’ll go by moonlight
I’ve sailed these seas before, and nothing’s gonna keep me away.

And when I woke you were standing by the window,
silhouetted by the rising sun.
And I saw that halo around your head
and I thought you must be an angel and that I must be dead but
if this is heaven, why do I feel like I’ve been here before?

And I don’t know why I came back again and again,
but it had something to do with the salt on your skin and
I guess that’s why I’ll always go back to the sea.

Oh, the smell of cigarettes and the smell of sin,
it all comes back to me when the tide comes in.
And if I can’t have you, I know the ocean will always take me.

And there’s something soft about the breeze that reminds me of your sigh.
And in the blueness of the waves I can almost see your eyes and I
may be searching for something that I’ll never find
because I don’t know I want to keep you off of my mind, oh,
please don’t leave me here all alone with my mind.

And even though I miss you every now and again
the thing I think I miss most is the salt on your skin and
I guess that’s why I’ll always go back to the sea.

Oh, the smell of cigarettes and the smell of sin,
it all comes back to me when the tide comes in.
And if I can’t be you, beside the ocean is where you’ll find me.
Track Name: American Gospel, pt 2
Lay my bones in a shallow grave,
where no one goes, nobody knows my name.
And let the earth drink back my body as it filters out the rain.

Lay my bones by the riverside,
and place no stones to mark the place I died.
Just leave a cheap bottle of something to help me to the other side.

‘Cause there’s not a thing that I can do
because I’m stuck between the devil and you,
and I want to know who’s gonna steal my soul.

I can’t go and I can’t stay
because neither of you are going away.
Oh, won’t somebody say who’s gonna steal my soul.

So lay my bones where your roses grow,
and if I can’t go home then at least I’ll know
that I’ll always be by your side and I’ll always be beautiful.
Track Name: The Girl Who Taught Me the Blues
She said I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice;
maybe a million times before.
I guess no one’s counting anymore.

And so I’m walking these streets for another night,
trapped in the amber of the old street lights and
the strawberry blonde net around my heart that’s
keeping the whole thing from falling apart.

Oh, who knows enough to pick and choose
what we keep and what we lose?
I have nothing but the sincerest thanks for you because
you are the girl who taught me the blues.

I drink my coffee black now, that’s the way it’s been
since the lighter stuff reminded me of your skin when
wrapped in midnight and the dim light of the moon.

And I’ll admit I used to like to watch you breathe
when you were asleep, and wonder what your dreams were.
I guess that shows there’s beauty in the things we all need but
who cares enough to find it at times like these?

So put on your makeup and your newest shoes for
the next boy who wants to make your dreams come true.
And I hope that he does, it’s the least I can do because
you are the girl who taught me the blues.

And one of these days, in a year or two,
if I see you in the back of a crowded room
I won’t give a dedication, but know it’s for you because
you are the girl who taught me the blues.
Track Name: Whiskey Dreams
I’ve got a lot of bad ideas, and the whiskey to make them happen tonight.
So snuff your cigarette in a glass of crushed ice, settle your tab, and follow me into the moonlight.
Down the alleyways and empty roads where no one goes and no one knows our names, but we’ll give them fake ones anyway.

And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.

I’ve got a lot of bad ideas for things that I could do or I could say.
And when I see the sway of your hips I must admit: I love to watch you walk away.
Deeper into my whiskey dreams where nothing seems the way it did an hour before, wrapped in blankets on your floor.

And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.

I’ve got a lot of bad ideas, but I can’t remember them past dawn.
So I’m in your apartment with eyes cast down; you put on the coffee and I’ll put my shirt and shoes back on.
And the silence surrounds us like a falling snow but I can’t help but know I’ve never been so honest with anyone, and the lines on my back are the smoking gun.

And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
And we keep our secrets wrapped up in satin sheets.
Track Name: Sun Doesn't Shine
Wait and one day I’ll come down that road.
Wait to hear the creaking of these bones, still the same after all these years of
empty pockets and empty rooms and strangers’ faces hidden in the gloom.
Oh it’s been so long since I’ve been somewhere like home.

Because the clouds may break every now and then
but the sun doesn’t shine in the hearts of men.
No, the sun doesn’t shine down here anymore.

So let me wash the blood from my hands, and the sweat from my brow
because I’m back in your arms and what happened then doesn’t matter now.
I’d rather sit up and talk about nights when I wished that the city would turn out its lights
so I could be wrapped up in the same starry blanket as you.

Because the clouds may break every now and then
but the sun doesn’t shine in the hearts of men.
No the sun doesn’t shine down here anymore.