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The Big Room Bootlegs Vol​.​1 - Tom Schena [2011]

by Tom Schena

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Some men like diamonds Some men like gold Some men like silver And mining more coal While some men see the weight of the world As a way to get paid By breaking the hands of the poor man For minimum wage Well every night I lay alone Wondering where the hell it is My dreams do roam Is it through lonesome valleys Or rivers so wide That take me to a better place to my Souls wild side Well bullets are flying by Bombs are busting in the sky Its all left me wondering why Is it for glory, is it for fame Is it for freedom, is it for fame Well every night I lay alone Wondering where the hell it is My dreams do roam Is it through lonesome valleys Or rivers so wide That take me to a better place to my Souls wild side Some men like diamonds Some men like gold Some men like silver And mining more coal While some men see the weight of the world As a way to get paid By breaking the hands of the poor man For minimum wage
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Verse 1 Drifter is a man With snakeskin and a tan Living life under the sun Always on the run Chorus With his brown oiled leathers And his heart stained love letters Lord he wanders the day and night Waiting on the winds of change to make him feel alright Alright. Verse 2 Well, Pearl was the name Of the only girl who could ever tame The Drifter’s wild, stallion-like heart But his love for hard living Only drive her away Till one day she ran away with his heart Verse 3 With a tear in his eye He’s always surprised When the bottom of every bottle is near Wondering why he’d cast her aside For the taste of a bottle of beer Chorus With his brown oiled leathers And his heart stained love letters He wanders the day and the night Waiting on the sweet winds of change to make him alright, To make him alright.
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Verse Well the rivers, The running roads, All along the pines and the railroad signs Well, tell me are the mountains On your mind Or will the flatlands just steal your time? Chorus ‘Cause time is like a measure Oh, like one, two, three. Like a sunken old sea of treasure Fire and the flame, Oh, the wind and the rain Can only shape just how we’re tamed. Verse 2 Well the devil, Can seem like your only friend, When you lay your cards on the table, And find you lost your hand again Well, just recall, Some words of wisdom I’ve been told By a man, much wiser than me, Chorus He said… Boy, You’re gonna win some, you’re gonna lose some, But that’s just life. (repeat 3)
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Verse 1 I’ve always been a simpleminded melody So run of the mill, that I nearly lost my mind So caught up with what you might just think of me That I found myself a future running blind Chorus A But you gotta have love You gotta have understanding You gotta believe, oh, in yourself You gotta rise above All that you have left abandoned And never try to be too proud That you will never be allowed A little help My brothers A little help my sisters A little help my friends You see help is the one thing That we all can do To make this one world A little better for me and you Verse 2 I have learned my lessons, and I have seen the cost Of beauty in this world that can never be lost And I know my tomorrows they depend on me today Just like the bluebird depends on the wind to fly away Bridge/Verse3 I’ll just pray I’ll remember, what I need to say When my eyes seem sullen, and my hair turns a shade of gray I just hope I can keep my strength before the light of day takes me away So far away I pray And I, Lord, I pray Chorus B I’ll pray you’ll find love I’ll pray you’ll find understanding Pray you’ll believe in yourself That you will find a way to rise above All that you have left abandoned And never try to be too proud That you will never be allowed That you will never be allowed A little help My brothers A little help my sisters A little help my friends See help is the one thing That we all can do To make this one world A little better for me and you
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Verse Everyone runs the risk of fallin’ Anytime they reach for something more Just like the pieces of the puzzle Thought lost long before If you’d only taken the time, To look on the floor, maybe then you’ll… Chorus Find life, a little bit easier, When you leave, nothing behind Cause guessing your life away, Will only lead you to trouble So take the time, and find, The last piece of the puzzle Verse Time, waits for no one. Neither should your ambition in life. The sweet winds of change will easily rearrange, All your needs and desires, So choose the ones that leave you inspired, And maybe then you’ll... Chorus repeat
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Verse 1 Well look at my dusty old jacket, with all the patches on the sleeves, Well no they ain’t just for looks, they all have a purpose you see, That one across my shoulder, almost took my life away, From a dirty old drunk up in Boulder, who sealed his fate that day Chorus Well life’s a bit more precious, when you’ve stood at the devils door, And pulled yourself out from the fire to try and live for more, And seen yourself through others eyes who’ve only wished you well, And hoped and pray you’ll never have to take another wild trip through hell Verse 2 Whiskey and women, have always led to my downfall, I was flirting, with a redhead, in a Colorado bar, I was quick on the gun, I had my holster at my side, When a man came in, to try and steal, that women from my eyes Verse 3 Well I spoke up, and told that man, hey buddy wont ya’ take a hike, Just then a knife come flying up, out into my sight, I took a one step back, pulled my gun, and shot him out the door, And realized that he had hit me first, cause there was my blood on the floor. (Repeat Chorus) Verse 4 Well I’m a bit more wiser, my beards a bit more grey, I don’t feel the same as I did, on that wild and bloody day, My minds a bit more sober, my thoughts a bit more clear, I don’t know how the hell I’ve lived so long, with vengeance always near Verse 5 And my grandson seems to have, the same old beaten soul Living life, all alone, paying the outlaws toll Well I hope he don’t try and do what his late old father did Fail miserably trying to be the next Billy the Kid (Repeat Chorus)

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Tom was recorded live at The Big Room, accompanied by Barry Schrafnagel. We call these bootlegs because they are not additionally engineered or mastered and are the essence of the real event.

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released March 21, 2012

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Tom Schena Barrington, New Hampshire

Tom Schena is a singer/songwriter with deep, earthy vocals and lyrics that belie his years. Born to sing, he writes and sings folk songs reminiscent of days gone by, rock songs that lift and energize and ballads that can make you feel every ounce of the human condition.

Tom was born and resides in rural New Hampshire and is currently in the studio for his first CD release.
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