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Ain't Trippin'
01:09
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Girl I ain't trippin', you know I ain't trippin', no.
Girl I ain't trippin' at all.
And if you need a helping hand, when things in life don't seem to go as planned, girl you've got to know, I ain't trippin' at all.
Girl I ain't trippin', you know I ain't trippin', no.
Girl I ain't trippin' at all.
And if I have to make a sacrifice, or maybe take a chance and roll the dice,
girl you've got to know I ain't trippin' at all.
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Hiver Noir
01:31
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Moon Candle - (Acoustic)
02:36
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Moonshine to my ears when I hear the river flow.
Spent the last two years, shaking off the vertigo.
When the shadows disappear, there's a clear bright autumn glow.
Moon candle, shine on me.
Moon candle, there ain't no place I'd rather be.
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Oh Sweet Junett
02:09
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On the day the rain washed her away,
I was lost alone at sea, some might say.
Far from home, where the air is warm and dry,
Taking cover in another way to fly.
Oh sweet Junett, you're the best street I 've found yet,
at the end of the day when I'm maiking my way back home.
Riding through the night, your aways there like a guiding light,
just as sure as you can bet, oh sweet Junett.
Oh sweet Junett, you're the best street I 've found yet,
at the end of the day when I'm maiking my way back home.
Riding through the night, your aways there like a guiding light,
straight as an arrow, long but not too narrow.
Quiet as a mouse, taking me to my house.
Sure as you can bet, oh sweet Junett.
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After the Day
01:24
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Here's your warnin', heed it or not son, but it's true.
The way you're livin', sooner or later it'll bury you.
i took that warnin', without regard and full of pride.
But I stopped drinkin', after the day my momma died.
Goodbye to those dead end days,
I never took a likin' to 'em anyway, oh no.
So long, farewell for now,
I wake up in the mornin' and I make her proud, oh yeah.
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Mental Gooseflesh
02:16
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Blaster
01:24
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Piercing the Armadillo
01:23
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Heart wrecking knife whips through the willows,
sharp glass piercing the armadillo.
Heart wrecking knife whips through the willows,
A cold flashing rips through the armadillo!
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Midnight Hiss
01:13
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Put it on a Keychain
01:50
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Put it on a keychain, take it on down the road.
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Mondo Moe Tacoma, Washington
Classical guitarist and composer of many styles. Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. Available for soundtrack work.
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