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Barstow
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Singer/Songwriter
Barstow was released on June 15, 2004 by Rounder Records as a part of the album Bill Morrissey: The Essential Collection
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Release DateJune 15, 2004
LabelRounder Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bill Morrissey
Bill Morrissey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Morrissey
Bill Morrissey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Morrissey
Bill Morrissey
Producer
Ellen Karas
Ellen Karas
Producer
Rick Watson
Rick Watson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Well, here comes Parks
And he's found another bottle
He tips it up like a trumpet
He takes a drink and passes it on
And every man around the fire
Takes a chorus on the bottle
It ain't much, it ain't good
But it'll get us through 'til dawn
Well, don't the freight yard sound like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can't believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away
Well, if you take me back this time
Baby, I promise you I'll stay
Well, Parks takes another drink
And he starts to sing off key
There's not a man big enough around the fire
To shut him up
And in the cold morn he's singing
"Hey Okie, tell Arkie
Texas found a job in Californ"
And everybody around the fire cracks up
Well, don't the freight yard sound like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can't believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away
Well, if you take me back this time
Baby, I promise you I'll stay
Well, then Parks hands me the bottle
He says, "I'm gone to Tucson
Hole up all winter
At the Sally if I can
I don't mind the praying
And I don't mind saying
I could listen forever
To that Sally brass band"
And then Parks starts laughing hard
But he doesn't make a sound
He grabs the bottle back from me
And kills the last of the wine
And in the fire's glow I can see his eyes
And they shine like brake lights
And I am grateful
I cannot see mine
Well, don't the freight yard sound like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can't believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away
Well, if you take me back this time
Baby, I promise you I'll stay
Written by: Bill Morrissey
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