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Clark Richard Thompson

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Ain't That a Sin
Don't Get The Blues
Emmaline
Free Assange, Free Snowden, Free Manning
In Between
The Promise
Shooting for the Moon
Stuck In L.A.
That's What Counts

Ain't That a Sin

Jerry works in a cubicle
It's a five by five square
Wants a job that'll make him strong
That pays fair
And he's out in the air
Thought he'd go back home to Southwestern Iowa where he's got kin
They say, "Don't come. It's a ghost town now. Ever since WalMart came in."
Ain't that a sin?
Ain't that a shame and a sin?

Duane is big, and he's got good hands
He's a Desert Storm vet
At a desk with a telephone
He collects debt
Got his own, you can bet
Used to do just like his daddy'd done-- worked with a punch press on tin
He lost his factory job when they voted that NAFTA thing in
Ain't that a sin?
Ain't that a shame and a sin?

Beth is still down at Joe's Cafe
Serving burgers and beer
Been hard work and a lot of laughs
A few tears
For thirty-two years
Joe's Cafe don't got a health plan, Joe don't make enough to kick in
Beth gives half of her check to the hospital. Prays she don't get sick again
Ain't that a sin?
Ain't that a shame and a sin?

Don't Get The Blues

Don't you worry about me
Don't get the blues anymore
I don't sit in this chair and stare at the wall
Wishing I wasn't hoping you'd call me

Don't you worry about me
Don't get the blues anymore
I been doing some things, running around
Having some fun, painting the town all red

I don't miss moonlight
Shining in my eyes
It only made me cry
Your love was only
Something to live for
Don't mean I'm lonely
Don't get the blues anymore

Don't you worry about me
Don't get the blues anymore
I just dropped you this line to say things are good
I'm doing fine, just like I knew I would
Don't you worry about me

Emmaline

Emmaline lives in our town
Gives good energy
When she sees you are down
Pleads insanity
When her mother's around
Happy birthday, Emmaline

Emmaline kind of gets sad
When no presents come
From her brothers or dad
How could they forget
All the fun that they had
Happy birthday, Emmaline

She doesn't trust herself enough to write a letter
So she waits 'til she can't wait, and then she talks for hours on the phone
About every little thing in an attempt to make it better
As if she won't have to pay the price if she just goes through it all twice

Emmaline isn't so yough
She's just been around
And she knows about stuff
She had everything
But it wasn't enough
Happy birthday, Emmaline

Free Assange, Free Snowden, Free Manning

If it's not a Fourth Reich you're planning
Free Assange, free Snowden, free Manning

Manning joined the army
And she saw some rotten stuff
Lies and war crimes covered up
Until she'd had enough

Took a chance, and passed it on
To Wikileaks and so
She's in prison now for telling us
What Americans should know

If it's not a Fourth Reich you're planning
Free Assange, free Snowden, free Manning

Julian Assange was simply
Doing what was right
He was given dirty secrets
He exposed them to the light

Stuck in legal limbo because
He made enemies
Of crooked corporations
And amoral agencies

If it's not a Fourth Reich you're planning
Free Assange, free Snowden, free Manning

Then there's Edward Snowden
Who they want to put in jail
For telling us the NSA is
Reading all our mail

And building a surveillance state
Where no one will be free
The president would honor him
In a real democracy

If it's not a Fourth Reich you're planning
Free Assange, free Snowden, free Manning

In Between

Dim the light, turn off your phone
Finally we are alone
Work all day and sleep all night
And in between we fuss and fight
We fuss and fight

This is no conspiracy
It's I love you and you love me
Sleep all night and work all day
And in between we spend our pay
We spend our pay

There it is in blue and grey
I had nothing else to say
We are here until we're gone
And in between you turn me on
You turn me on

The Promise

We'll take good care
I promise that we'll always be there
When you rise
And sleepy, put your hands to your eyes
Sleep precious darling, don't you cry

You will grow
Funny how the time goes so slow
Then one day
Funny how it all slipped away
Sleep precious darling, don't you cry

Child of mine
I promise it'll all work out fine
In the end
We're only starting over again
Sleep precious darling, don't you cry

Shooting for the Moon

Ninety-nine miles to go
To another town, and people you don't know
Second hand trailer in tow
And the pouring rain is turning into snow
You're not afraid of moving
You know how to be alone
Not too proud to work a while in another greasy spoon
You're shooting for the moon

You half hoped he'd stand in your way
Tell you how he thought you really ought to stay
But some things are too hard to say
So we write them down and file them away
Too late to change your mind now
You've come too far to turn around
But lately you've been wondering if you might have left too soon
But you were shooting for the moon

People are crowding the floor
And there's more of them still waiting at the door
So if anyone's keeping score
Well, you've lost few and won a couple more
It's not a lot of money
They're stuffing in your jar
You're singing to some cowboys getting drunk in a saloon
But you're shooting for the moon

Stuck In L.A.

You want to know why I stay here
Gets so hot, and the air is never clear
You think I should leave to stay
Somehow I never make my get away
I'm stuck in L.A.
Stuck in L.A.

You told me when we were new
Never was a secret you were just passing through
Me too proud to ask you to stay
Look around to see if you've gone away
While I'm stuck in L.A.
Stuck in L.A.

Now you're somewhere over the sea
Being about who and what you wanted to be
I suppose I ought to say
Something profound to justify my stay
But I'm just stuck in L.A.
Stuck in L.A.

That's What Counts By Jamie Sweet

I made a list of all the things that you
Say you're gonna do
I'm thinking 'bout the things you put me through
(All those things you do)
You're giving me a lot of time
To wonder if you're mine, all mine

But then you call me on the phone
And tell me that you're coming home
And that's what counts

Girl, you got me wondering if I
Am your only guy
All you ever have to do is cry
(Am I your only guy)
I'm doing all that I can do
To bring it down to me and you

We find so many games to play
We love each other anyway
And that's what counts
Baby, that's what counts in my book

Now if we stand the test of time
And I'm still yours and your still mine
There's no limit
To what we can do

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