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Those loose-limbed girls would swing their feet down the Airport side of Franklin Street And I'd watch them in the not-quite-innocent way I'm looking at them this evening Thinking ?bout the plans I put on hold while the town got smaller and the days unrolled Now there ain't but 2 stories told, and this one's about leavin'
I remember Katie, then Rosalee, I was pressing my luck when I tried for 3
Some shrink from a shameful deed, me I do it gladly
If I hand you a line, girl you know it's true, if I give you a couple then it's yours to choose One story from a total of 2 has got a good chance to end badly
So fare thee well, Carolina gals, I'm goin' where you can't find me
There'll be trouble in the days to come and a lot more fools behind me.
I was just a lad, about yay tall, sniffin' that glue in the Northgate Mall
Down where the anchormen say “you all” and kindness is a show for strangers All them B-school boys and old hippie men, sweatin' in the sun to no clear end I made a medium-to-poor boyfriend and a pretty good housepainter
From his home Dad's heart couldn't be hewn, like a simple phrase in a well-made tune But Stack-o-Lee'll sound good on the moon, you don't need a cane chair and a hound
" dog
He'd sing the blues, I just smiled, I was such a calm and settled child
Thanking the Lord, never dreaming the while He was laying out my downfall
So with my hair in my eyes and my chest outswelled, I stood on her porch and I buzzed the bell
Peeking ?round the blind, knowin' full well that her folks was gone to Boston
Now they mean “quiet” when they say “lights out,” but that was lovemaking and it made me shout
Daddy woulda come home fast, no doubt, if he knew what that weekend'd cost him
If a cruel word escapes my mind, don't worry honey, it's just the wine
On second thought, it not's the wine, it's just me talkin'
We men pour out our problems like we think that they're unique
They cheer when a baby starts to speak, they oughta give him a prize for stoppin'
Baby doncha be too surprised if I cash in the farm after Mama dies
Get a Cadillac and just ride till the Pacific meets the bumper
Stop looking at me like I've lost a screw, like things had to lead where they led to With the house half gone to kudzu I'd be lucky to get a clunker
Yeah, by luck I landed in the upper South, by God I gotta make my own way out
I shoulda read the signs by now, I shoulda heard the locusts buzzin'
For old Tommy Thompson's dead and gone, and I've been feeling...not so strong... Chapel Hill hasn't done me wrong, it was fine, until it wasn't
Robbie Fulks is a recording artist, instrumentalist, & songwriter living in Chicago. His most recent release, Upland
Stories, earned wide-spread recognition & 2 Grammy® nominations. His early work helped define the 90s "alt-country" movement while his newer work extends that tradition with old-time rambles, reflections on love, & the troubles the people....more
supported by 13 fans who also own “Fare Thee Well, Carolina Gals”
1st time i heard DeathWish, i turned it off.
felt rushed, not the Isbell i've come to admire. really grab'd me when i took time to listen on the 2nd try. the writing on these songs stopped me in my tracks more than once. raw talent with just enough polish in the delivery.
thankyou Jason + 400 for another keeper swirlingmadness
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023