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What I Need
04:23
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2. |
My Home
04:21
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I may be gone, but not alone
Cause you are here with me, whatever road I’m on
I can’t forget your face, or the kin I love so strong
So keep them safe, lord while I am gone from my home
It never is, just what we want
Dreams they come and go, with them there comes a cost
And for ever little thing that I wanted for so long
I hold them close to a heart that beats along with my home
And when I’m lost, in nights so long
The silence steals away the space where words belonged
And the moon it rise so high, against the black that she was thrown
That’s where I close my eyes and dream I’m on my way back home
And oh my hands lay still as stone
Can’t seem to trace the path of the numbers on my phone
Cause every single day wears me to the bone
And I dream to stay in a place that I can call my home
I may be gone, but not alone
Cause you are here with me, whatever road I’m on
I can’t forget your face, or the kin I love so strong
So keep them safe, lord while I am gone from my home
Lord while I am gone from my home
Lord while I am gone from my home
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3. |
Before Montana
02:50
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Wind swept and sunblind, the rain mixed with sunshine
I’s walking down the dead end road
There was a path at the end, where the grass use to bend
It was a place that I would call my own
When I was younger then I am, and all she were was a friend
I’d hold her little hand in mine
We’d laugh and pretend, as we walked to the end
I knew everything would be just fine
Oh, oh, oh, I’d be just fine
She stole my gaze with the promise she made
As we lay under a shady tree
That’s when she caught my eye for the very first time
Inside she soon would let me be
My head started swimming just for the minimal time I got to be
I was in love for the rest of that summer
Before Montana took her from me
Oh, oh, oh, those were the days when she was mine
Oh, oh, oh,
Remember those days forever, sitting laughing always we would be
Remember those days forever, she’s looking out her window for me
Remember those days forever
Laying on my back the summer closes another year on me
She stays in a destination of which I can not be
The windows open so I can feel the sweetest breeze
Through leaves that refuse to let go, they are just like me and fall
Oh those were the days when she was mine
Oh, oh, oh, the best of times
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4. |
Storms
04:59
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5. |
Autumn Leaves
03:37
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Kurt Gunn De Pere, Wisconsin
A pure songwriter, equally informed and introspective. A talented guitarist and composer, from a climate that compels musicians to devote compassion to their craft. From solo performer to bandleader, with a style alternately whimsical and weighted, Gunn’s range will draw you in and keep you in his crosshairs. ... more
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