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_wyn_

_wyn_ is located in Texas / USA and has been a SingSnap member since October 8, 2012. She has a total of 100 public recordings that have been viewed 12,835 times.


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to live is to fly both low and high
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes
Townes Van Zandt


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writing songs is mysterious stuff
sometimes you write for no reason
sometimes you write til it hurts
sometimes you write with a vengeance
but its all just a search for the truth
sometimes all it takes is a shot in the dark
to see the light
Guy Clark


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there are some who can rise above blind faith
others just cant seem to pray, then there are
those condemned by the gods to write
they sparkle and they fade away
Ray Wylie Hubbard


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deep in the west, where the tall mountains grow, i've gone home
where the heavens above turn red from the fire down below
are you listening to me when i'm talking to you
said together we're one, divided we're through
Shake Russell


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the human heart breaks with a hurt
that runs deep through the blood
i wish it was made out of wood
like a hand carved heart
Tom Russell


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blind romance, there'll be no half measures given half a chance
but we never learn, trusting in the fire while the cruel flame burns
and we need to rebuild what was never there, what got left behind
after all the foolish things that we've been through
i could always make a start on something new
and i'll always be a man who's open to
persuasion
Richard Thompson


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The Chicken Man
a wyn hawks original

out there on life's highways in the hours before dawns shine
the drivers keep me entertained with their stories and rhymes
thought i'd heard it all until i heard this ol' chicken hauler
bellowing out his little jingle for each and every caller

he sang i love my truck!
my big ol' chicken truck!
it brangs me luck!
making a fair buck!
cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck!

no he wasn't george strait but he sure made me giggle
from the chatter on the CB, i wasnt the only one he'd tickled
everyone wanted his 20 but he stayed out of sight
sharing his song with the other voices of the night

he sang i love my truck!
my big ol' chicken truck!
it brangs me luck!
making a fair buck!
cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck!

just before i got out of range he sang another tune
about an ill fated love that had ended much too soon
she broke his heart beside the alamo under a full moon
she must've been a fool cause he sure had a sweet croon

wish i could remember all his words, was too distracted by his voice
but it was about losing at love and being a chicken hauler by choice
a lone tear slipped from my tired eyes and i felt a bit sad
until he sang the next line and i knew i'd been had

he sang i love my truck!
my big ol' chicken truck!
it brangs me luck!
making a fair buck!
cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck!


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Lonesome Road Blues
a wyn hawks original

been riding for the brand
here and there and back again
just driving my life away
gone way too far this time
lost my rhythm, forgot my rhyme
something about a lost highway

here i am again
so far from you
rolling along with the
lonesome road blues

sitting in another dingy café
waiting on another load
listening to two young lovers
as their story unfolds
mornings dawning fast
hope it wont be my last

here i am again
so far from you
rolling along with the
lonesome road blues

he said it'll be okay
these dark days wont last
but i dont know
maybe our time has passed
nothing lasts forever
when you're living this fast

so here i go again
paying those dues
rolling along with the
lonesome road blues


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