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Homesick
04:36
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This city is making me sick
I gotta make my way home to the sticks
Where the sky is clear at night
This party is pretty wild
But the girls with the heels they just ain’t my style.
I need a woman
Who can change a tire
Well I’m homesick for you now baby
Well I’m homesick for my girl
Me and the boys are gonna be out alright
Playing guitars on a Tuesday night
And drinking the bar
Bone dry
Don’t worry darling you can come along
You can bring out your lady friends and come up and meet the band
Singing songs till the morning sun
Well hey little lady
at the back of the line
You quite the catch
and you got some real purty eyes
Bring your smile closer mine
Well I may look a little tired and a wee bit drunk
but I can assure you babe
I’m used to this stuff
So come on over
And buy you a tall can of your favorite beer
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Freight Train
03:04
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She’s rushing things
He’s loosing his mind because of the implication
Your daddy didn't buy you a thing
Yeah right
You been living the life of inspiration
So stand up straight in your upright stance
Don't feel romance no deviation
His train is not gonna stop on your dime
She’s perfect moulding his mind
His train is not gonna stop on your dime
She’s perfect moulding his mind
Wish you could shave 65 pounds
Well thats half your weight woman look at you now
So just save your self
Dancing to your own beat
When you gonna write your own song
Dont cover any more
Baby, baby
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Pen & Paper
03:19
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Well I wasn't born a rich man
I was born a prairie soul
I could have stayed and worked the factory
Till I’s very old
Yeah I could have been a danger
I could have been a shame
Have a drink and cheers me stranger
I guess we’re all the same
I used to be a broadcaster
Putting pictures in your home
I’d rather play that telecaster
It’s got soul and just as old
My father used to wear a zoot suit
Then he got a little old
Now he makes my pen and paper
bleeding from my soul
Ahhhhhhh
Well I wasn’t born a ray gun
I was born a muzzle load
I could have stayed and worked the factory
‘Til I’s very old
My father used to wear a zoot suit
Then he got a little old
Now he makes my pen and paper
Bleeding from my soul
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David Hustler & The Trustworthy Toronto, Ontario
Sometimes songs just fall from the sky... Those are the songs that Canadian musician David Hustler keeps to share with the
world. Raw, Soulful, Honest, Singer-Songwriter music with an “edge”.
“David Hustler & The Trustworthy” as a group went there separate ways in 2015, but the raw energy of the band live forever in these recordings of some of David’s most popular songs.
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