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Red Dirt Roads
03:42
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I was born in an Oklahoma town
To a daddy who dug for the oil in the ground
And a mama who’s every dream could be found
Watching her kids grow up
As I child I’d spit and I’d curse
Saying this is the last freaking place on the earth
That I’d choose to live so I flew like a bird
As soon as I turned eighteen but those
Red dirt roads (kept)
Calling me home
And you’ve never seen a sunset
Till you’ve seen one from a red dirt road
I tried out Texas and Tennessee
Searching to find the right place to be
Where I could start living the life of my dreams
Just me and this old guitar
Well life is funny, just when I made plans
The good Lord brought me an Oklahoma man
I kicked and I screamed, I made idle demands
But what’s a girl in love to do when those
I’ve been back home for almost ten years
Building a life with my family near
And I was the last one to find out that here
Was right where I belong
I hit the road with the love of my life
We travel the world, we see all the sights
But nothing compares to crossing state lines
When the music’s done
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Boots To Fill
02:43
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He was just a little boy when they taught him who he wasn’t
Filled his head with endless should’s & oughta’s by the dozen
Standing ‘neath that family tree just trying to measure up
Knowing way down deep that he would never be enough
He’s got himself some big ole boots to fill
He’s got himself some big ole boots to fill
He learned to apologize to always take the fall
But over time that tricked his mind now everything’s his fault
Grew up strong and tall but guilt can drive him to his knees
Look into those eyes you’ll see that little boy still dying just to please
He’s got himself some big ole boots to fill
He’s got himself some big ole boots to fill
And I’d throw you a rope if I thought you would take it
But I’m holding out hope and I’m wishing you peace
You know we’re all broke, yeah we all need some saving
Maybe all that I’m saying is let the little boy be
Let the little boy be
Let that boy be
He’s got himself some big ole boots to fill
He’d drowning those big ole boots but still
He’s got himself some big ole boots to fill
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Cactus Flower
04:04
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Cactus Flower
Bloomin’ in the unlikeliest place
Got the wind whipping sand in your face
Taking it 24 hours a day
Cactus flower
Like a mystery you gently unfold
From those thorns you were made to behold
All that courage and history untold
And you blossom your way past the rocks and the dust
Turning your face to the sky
Despite all the pain, the hard roots you came from
Yours is a beautiful life
A beautiful life
Cactus flower
You’re determined, resilient, and rare
On a path that’s so seldom been fair
You are radiant beyond compare
And you blossom your way past the rocks and the dust
Turning your face to the sky
Despite all the pain, the tough (hard) roots you came from
Yours is a beautiful life
A beautiful life
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Spin A Yarn
03:04
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When I was just a wee girl round the fire late at night
After long days of work out on the farm
I’d listen till the embers had lost all of their bright light
As Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
He’d tell me of the days before he came to farm this land
The dangers of the open plains he crossed
And of the day he asked to take my dearest mama’s hand
Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
Not quite the kind that Mama wants me to
She thinks I should use my girlish charms and settle down
But Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
Most girls my age are busy learning how to be a wife
I like to spend my time out past the barn
Beneath my favorite oak where I can find some peace and write
Cause Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
Not quite the kind that Mama wants me to
She thinks I should use my girlish charms and settle down
But Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
One day I’ll go to Tulsa and I’ll take my favorite tales
To see if someone thinks they’re worth a darn
Been saving up my money in a worn out washing pale
Cause Papa taught me how to spin a yarn
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5. |
Elephant in the Room
03:31
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Why, why must I always
feel like I am the elephant in the room.
If I could tell the story,
a thousand times would never be, be enough for me.
Yeah, yeah
I’ve been skimming headlines;
too often take the evidence as the truth
I owe no explanations.
I lose, I gain another day behind these walls of shame
Yeah, yeah
And I hear this voice in my head
I don’t remember inviting her in
Just like a critic with only red pens
The guilty verdict is all that comes in
Yeah, yeah
Why, why must I always feel like I am the elephant in the room.
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6. |
Last Addiction
02:29
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I wanna be with you baby
I wanna be with you now
That's the simple truth, it ain't no fiction
You're my one desire
You're the one I crave
You're my only vice, my last addiction
Kiss me when the sun hits the horizon
Kiss me in the lazy afternoon
Kiss me underneath the slowly rising lover's moon
I feel you in my blood like too much wine
You know just how to get beneath my skin
When you hold me close it feels so fine might be a sin
I wanna be with you baby
I wanna be with you now
That's the simple truth, it ain't no fiction
You're my one desire
You're the one I crave
You're my only vice, my last addiction
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Mockingbird
03:52
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Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don’t sing
Daddy swears he’s good for a diamond ring
La dee da dum
La deed a deed a dum (x2)
Pay no mind to the monsters in your bed
We hope in time you’ll find they’re all in your head
So hush now baby, don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
When you awake to find you’re alone in the night I will come for you (x3)
When you awake to find you’re alone in the night I will come
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don’t sing
Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
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Farmer's Daughter
02:58
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Way down yonder in the creek bed I will go
Wearing sweet wildflowers in my hair
When the moon sits high then you will know
Way down yonder in the creek bed I’ll be there
I am just a simple farmer’s daughter
He will offer nothing for my prize
But I will let you know me in that water
Rise up like the day I was baptized
Hey na, Hey nonny na
Hay na na, Hey nonny na
Hallelujah
My mama conceived me out of wedlock
The farmer took her in like charity
The named him as my father but he is not
Sixteen years ashamed to look at me
Mama died when I was only seven
Preacher said she’s doomed for hell and fire
But I believe she’s somewhere up in heaven
Begging me to live before I die
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Ghost Inside My Mind
02:45
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A face in the window
Haloed by moonlight
I wake just a child now
Blood running cold with fright
And I can’t deny what I’ve seen with my own eyes
Alive in my memory like a ghost inside my mind
A man in the doorway
Don’t know how he got inside
I wake, he’s before me
He watched me sleep through the night
And I can’t deny what I’ve seen with my own eyes
Alive in my memory like a ghost inside my mind
Counting sheep
Trying to sleep through the night
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10. |
Love Is
04:30
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Love is always new
Like a simple tune
When you’re holding me
A catchy melody
Love is so sublime
When your eyes meet mine
Like the waves and sand
We seem to understand
That if we had just one day
We’d spend it just this way
Knowing that come what may
Our love is
Love is silly fun
Be it rain or sun
Like kissing fish we swim
Through a sea of grins
Love is serious
When we make a fuss
Like tinkering with tiny parts
We take a peek inside each heart
Love is, Love is, Love is
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I was the girl with the pretty face
Always dying to lose all that extra weight
Such a shame they’d say, such a cryin’ shame
Such a shame to waste such a pretty face
What kind of girl were you?
You’ve got a story too.
Let someone know Who you are Where you got those scars
Don’t be afraid For a start Open your heart
We all can buy Into the lie Of comparison games
As time goes by You will find We’re all the same
What kind of girl were you?
You’ve got a story too.
I was the girl desperate to fit in
The kids would tear me down and I’d run back to them
So many things I know that I couldn’t see then
You can push your hatred out or you can swallow it all in
What kind of girl were you?
You’ve got a story too.
Let someone know you
Let your beauty shine on through
Let someone see your scars
Let go, open your heart
Let some love in
Let some light in
Let some love in
Let someone in
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12. |
Gleneyrie
03:33
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I will walk with you Gleneyrie
Where the summer blooms wild and free
You take this burden I carry
And you offer to share it with me
I will follow I’ll follow Gleneyrie
Where the hollow meets the valley below
And these sorrow-filled bones I will bury
In the arms of Gleneyrie
Take these worn out knees to the water’s edge
Watch the lily-pads rest in the stream
Such a tiny thread joining birth and death
So much life to be lived in between
I will follow I’ll follow Gleneyrie
Where the hollow meets the valley below
And these sorrow-filled bones I will bury
In the arms of Gleneyrie
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13. |
Just In Case
03:49
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I don’t wanna answer the phone
These days are taking their toll
Cause it’s never good news calling
You, you are my port in the storm
You’re what I’m waking up for
And you remind me the sky’s not falling
But just in case there aren’t any more tomorrows
Let’s not waste one drop of our love on sorrow
Just hold me close knowing our time is borrowed
Just in case there aren’t any more tomorrows
I was never fond of surprises
I like the way the sun rises
And you can count on it every morning
Now so many people around us
Ain’t got nothing but sadness
And it all came without any warning
Just in case
Just in case
The hands on all the clocks are stopped
The life that we once lived was lost
I don’t want to be full of words
I wish I’d said, I wish you’d heard
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K.C. Clifford Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
K.C. Clifford is a three-time Woody Guthrie Award-winning singer/songwriter from Oklahoma
City.
These days she splits her time between her two lifelong dreams: music and motherhood. She and her husband, musician David Broyles, live in Oklahoma City with their two children.
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