1. |
Thoughts
02:31
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Thoughts, I got thoughts
Some are good, some are not
Thoughts, endless thoughts
Wish I could turn 'em off
Sometimes late at night in bed
Troubled thoughts invade my head
If these thoughts could just bring peace of mind instead
Thoughts, precious thoughts
Can't be sold, can't be bought
Thoughts, wish I could
Lock ‘em up in a box
Pray the Lord my soul to keep when I get in way too deep
If these thoughts would just leave me and let me sleep
Thoughts, endless thoughts
Some are pleasant, some are not
Thoughts, wish I could
Send ‘em off in a box
Sometimes late at night in bed
Troubled thoughts invade my head
If these thoughts could just bring peace of mind instead
Thoughts, endless thoughts
And I can't turn 'em off
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2. |
She Only Calls My Booty
04:01
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3. |
Some Folks
02:56
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4. |
Whiskey Rain
04:16
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Well here I am once again
In this darkness on my own
And I don't have anybody
Show me the light
I am alone
Just one more glass to drown this sorrow
Then it's time for me to go
I won't be back here tomorrow
Where I'm headed, Lord only knows
And I've been drivin' down this dark stretch of highway
for as long as I can recall
It don't matter if they don't approve of my way
That won't change things at all
Whiskey rain, whiskey rain
Come down on me and wash away this pain
Whiskey rain don't you go away
I need you to stay
Another night in this bar room
That don't see the light of day
I've been guided by the full moon
But I never do find my way
So one more glass could drown this sorrow
Then it's time for me to go
I won't be back here tomorrow
Where I'm headed, Lord only knows
I've been drivin' down this dark stretch of highway
for as long as I can recall
And don't matter if they don't approve of my way
That won't change me at all
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5. |
¡Amigos!
03:32
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When you're out at the bar and you've had way too much
Who's gonna come pick you up?
Next time please call me and don't go to jail
You still owe me last weekend's bail
Wherever we go, no matter how far
Nothing can change who we are
Amigos, amigos
When your piece of shit pickup breaks down once again
I know you don't have AAA
Who will reluctantly help out a friend?
Who's only a phone call way?
And when you've got a secret that you need to hide,
who's gonna keep it inside
Amigos, right from the start
Amigos, we'll never part
Amigos, that's Spanish for friends
Amigos, until the end
And if some jerk, down at your work
Is pissing you off to no end
Don't kick his ass, you'll probably get canned
I'll handle your light work my friend
When you're crazy ass girlfriend kicks you out again
You know who lives just 'round the bend
By the way that relationship's one you should end
I'm telling you this as a friend
Cause I heard she's banging like 10 other guys
Amigos will tell you no lies
Amigos, right from the start
Amigos, we'll never part
Amigos, means Spanish for friends
Amigos, until the end
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6. |
In My Head (live)
05:09
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Today's my birthday
I'm turning 30
I'm perfectly healthy
Independently wealthy
In my head
And that's Bill Murray
I'm his best friend
He's at my party
Pouring shots again
We're having a good time
In my head
Sinatra's crooning, all the girls are swooning
Everyone is here, even the Goonies
It's a hell of a party
In my head
In my head the sun is shining bright tonight
In my head those I've lost are still alive
In my head the world is so unusually happy
In my head everyone loves everyone
In my head no one needs to use a gun
In my head the world is so unusually happy
Took a rocket to outer space
Found the cure for cancer
For the human race
And brought it back
In my head
In my head, there is nothing but good will
In my head, no one uses God to kill
In my head the world is so unusually happy
In my head everywhere it's beautiful
In my head, life is one big musical
In my head the world is so unusually happy
Today's my birthday
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7. |
Regret Song
03:20
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I WOKE UP WITH A BUZZ
I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE I WAS
EMPTY BOTTLE OF JACK
DAMN I WISH I HADN'T DRUNK THAT
DAMN I WISH I HADN'T DRUNK THAT
YOU'D THINK I WOULDA LEARNED BY NOW
I WAS HANGING WITH FRIENDS
THEY WAS ROLLING SOME J'S
AND BY THE EVENING'S END
I WAS STONED FOR 3 DAYS
DAMN, I WISH I HADN'T'VE SMOKED THAT
AND I WISH I HADN'T'VE DRUNK THAT
A LITTLE BIT OLDER AND NOT A BIT WISER
YOU'D THINK I WOULDA LEARNED BY NOW
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?
I'M THINKING I WAS OUTTA MY MIND
ALL THAT SMOKIN' AND DRINKING
I HOPE I HAD ONE HELL OF A TIME
SOMETIMES I OPEN MY MOUTH
AND THEN REGRET WHAT COMES OUT
AND NOW I CAN'T TAKE IT BACK
DAMN I WISH I HADN'T SAID THAT
DAMN, I WISH I HADN'T'VE SAID THAT
AND I WISH I HADN'T'VE SMOKED AND DRUNK THAT
A LITTLE BIT OLDER AND NOT A BIT WISER
YOU'D THINK I WOULDA LEARNED BY NOW
A LITTLE BIT OLDER AND NOT A BIT WISER
YOU THINK I WOULDA LEARNED BY NOW
A LITTLE BIT OLDER AND NOT A BIT WISER
MAYBE SOMEDAY, SOMEHOW
I WAS PLAYING A SHOW
AND FOLKS WERE BUYING ME SHOTS
AND SONGS THAT I SHOULD'VE KNOWN
WERE MUCH MORE DIFFICULT THAN I THOUGHT
DAMN, I WISH I HADN'T A SHOT THAT
AND I WISH I HADN'T SAID, SMOKED, AND DRUNK THAT
A LITTLE BIT OLDER AND NOT A BIT WISER
YOU THINK I WOULDA LEARNED BY NOW
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8. |
Mexican Jail
03:56
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9. |
Love Song (live)
02:36
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I gotta tell you from the start
You really got a hold of my heart
I hope you feel it too
This much I know is true
Girl, I love the shit out of you
I gotta feeling down inside
And, yeah, it's way too big to hide
You're such a freaking cutie
With a sweet ass booty
Girl I love the shit out of you
And there is no one in the world who's as smoking as you are
And there is nowhere I wouldn't follow you that isn't too far
'Cause I fucking love you
Every time you send a pic
It makes me wanna grab my pick
And play guitar for you
And write a song or two
Girl, I love the shit out of you
I used to be kinda rough
My buddies thought that I was tough
But now they call me a wussy
Say I'm whipped by your personality
'Cause, I love the shit out of you
It's easy to conclude
You have fantastic moods
Girl, I love the shit out of you
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10. |
Call It Good
02:22
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For reasons not too hard to comprehend
The story here is comin' to an end
So things didn't go the way we thought they could
Why don't we agree to call it good
No way we can go back the start
There is nothing left to tear apart
No need to explain
What is understood
Why don't we agree to call it good
May the road rise to meet you
The sunshine always greet you
And may the wind be always at your back
Let's have no regrets
We did the best we could
But the time is right to call it good
We did our best, outlasted all the rest
But in the end we couldn't pass the test
And things didn't go
Like we hoped they would
The time has come for us to call it good
The time is right for us to call it good
Why don't we agree to call it good
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11. |
Pantalones (live)
04:48
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12. |
The Drifter
03:03
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13. |
Now That You're Gone
02:32
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14. |
Serial Killer (live)
03:27
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15. |
Road Dog (live)
02:50
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16. |
The Butthole People
03:18
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17. |
Dickbird
01:59
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18. |
Tucson Troubadour
03:22
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20. |
Through It All (live)
03:52
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21. |
Luz de Luna
02:52
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22. |
Sea of Cortez
03:52
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Jim Dalton Denver, Colorado
Colorado-based Country, Americana, Roots singer-songwriter, and lead guitarist for Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers. Lead singer & guitarist of the Railbenders and the Hickman-Dalton Gang.
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