How did your past get stuck in a pawnshop Seems everything you owned is held in hock At the only store open on this whole downtown block On a shelf next to records and pistols I found your old guitar I saw your Chevy Nova down at the salvage yard We got heartaches all around Got miles of rusted towns I sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your hands Factories crumble away Like the long gone glory days of a broken heart land Down in the alley by the warehouse I found a painting on a wall that you did You wrote your name in letters six feet high So there's no mistaking this is where you lived The dreams you had Thought they would all come true But they just faded out like this old picture you drew We got heartaches all around Got miles of rusted towns I sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your hands Farmland just blows away Like the long gone glory days of a broken heart land So I threw your old guitar off the bridge into the river Driftwood taking on water slipping away Chorus (Owen Temple, Jeff Burkhart, Gordy Quist) (c) 2008 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Jeff Burkhart (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music (ASCAP)

There's nothing sadder than an empty sidecar, A train with no engineer The cop in this town, he hates Elvis, He's hanging from my rearview mirror But he never sees it, he's usually drinking beer Leaves his patrol car parked down here In Black Diamond Where the mountains begin and end Black Diamond Never one to fit in My neighbor is a veteran, he's got a doberman He named her Hope His pension’s guaranteed, but he sells the kids weed And tells dirty jokes My sister’s in the beauty shop, wants to move on She's tried to leave but she never stays gone From Black Diamond Where the mountains begin and end Black Diamond Never one to fit in Black Diamond For a Rocky Mountain ring Oh Black Diamond I can hear em sing It’s too late now to start again You always look smarter with your shirt tucked in Caught between the tables and the jukebox Between fireworks and let there be rock Shooter nights and chicken wings The kids around here will dance to anything But there's nothing sadder than an empty sidecar, A train with no engineer The cop in this town, he hates Elvis, He's hanging from my rearview mirror Like the one eared wolf with a green dragon smile Pour another shot I'm gonna be here awhile Chorus (Owen Temple, Adam Carroll, & Scott Nolan) © 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gypsy Shuffler Music (BMI) / Scott Nolan (SOCAN)

Waitress in a pink dress Works before the sun's up Barely pays the rent Pouring coffee into coffee cups To wake the truck drivers up Then out on the interstate He's out in a traffic grind Got to keep the rig safe Cause he's got a family to keep in mind And man that's the bottom line Getting by making the ends meet Do what it takes to stay on their feet Not gonna give up, not gonna give in Making a life, not just a living Making a life, not just a living In an office building downtown He's wearing a suit and tie He could make more money If he wasn't such an honest guy But some things money can't buy In a flower shop downstairs She'll close it up early today She might lose some business But there's no price she wouldn't pay To see her daughter's part in the play Chorus And the flowers on the dashboard Are hangin' low Life’s burning like a flashbulb But dying slow - dying slow Chorus (Owen Temple, Gordy Quist & Chris Anderson) © 2008 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music LLC (ASCAP)

I heard they named St Louis after some French king She said she's name's Marie after the last French queen The city of the king comes callin' when the sun goes down But she only likes to call me when no one comes around The lights on the river shine like a diamond ring But I haven't got ten dollars in the city of the king She's bruised behind the make-up painted on her face Another man, another night, another spaded ace More pain she can't erase I may be just a jack but I treat her like a queen Give her only love in the city of the king One day the Mississippi will wash over everything In the city of the king Bottles on the table, dagger shining clean East side Sunday mornings in the city of the king We play a game of hearts when times for her are slow I tell her that I love her but she only says I know One night I came by saw a man with Marie Fear behind her tears for the city of the king I saw him raise his fist for the last time I swore I cut him with my knife, left him bleeding on the floor I can't come back here no more I may be just a jack but I treat her like a queen Give her only love in the city of the king One day the Mississippi will wash over everything In the city of the king I laid low down in Memphis and for a time in New Orleans Waitin' to return to the city of the king But news rolled from upriver hit me cold like lead Marie told folks she'd killed a man Then they found her dead In the river dead I may be just a jack but I treat her like a queen Gave her only love in the city of the king One day the Mississippi will wash over everything In the city of the king (Owen Temple, Gordy Quist, & Evan Christian) © 2008 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music LLC (ASCAP)

As a kid in Arkansawyer I got my hambone on But those days are gone To get me paid some wages, I rolled out of town Where I find work is where I'm bound Indy to Atoka, on roofs and under cars Building churches, building bars Tampa to Kalkaska picking fruit off of the trees Michigan to the Florida Keys Trying to find, trying to find Dollars and dimes Trade my time, dollars and dimes No pie in the sky when I go Old Utah Joe he ought to know From Desolation Canyon to Confusion Range I'm broken down feeling strange Trying to find, trying to find Dollars and dimes Sell my time, dollars and dimes Cairo Illinois you better watch out son Like the Union Army never won Two rivers join together Mississippi and Ohio But stay apart as they flow Trying to find, trying to find Dollars and dimes All my time, dollars and dimes As a kid in Arkansawyer I got my hambone on But those days are gone (Owen Temple & Adam Carroll) © 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Art Mob Music (BMI)

She was seventeen left Arkansas moved here on her own After mom's boyfriend and a tornado tore up her home She brought her small dog with her but she left behind her old clothes She emptied out albums of pictures by the side of the road She'd make some money then she would leave But Memphis is not what it used to be She got a job in Memphis cause she lied about her age Said she'd give it a try up on the stage At the Platinum Plus club she was a dancing, dancing to the drugs and the music If her body was a weapon, she had learned how to use it So give her the money if you wanted to see Memphis is not what it used to be She made three thousand a week in that East Memphis club Til' the Fed's shut it down for running drugs Then the money got tight but she's got a solution She and some of the girls next summer moving down to Houston I asked her what else in town should I see She said Memphis is not what it used to be (Owen Temple) © 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI)

It’s low, it’s brand new, it’s sprawling Without center, gasoline powered, crawling Dams and powerlines made the desert disappear Now there's millions of people living here It’s paradise and hell all smashed together Danger and glamour and good weather Los Angeles is the city of the future And it’s coming to get you Hell or heaven depends on the zip code Don't find yourself on the wrong side of the road Cause devils and angels sleep under the 101 Runaways with nowhere left to run Like an antique California postcard A house with an orange tree growing in the yard Los Angeles is the city of the future And it’s coming to get you You found a way to make the promise land reappear Sitting in the dark beneath the pier You finally made it to the Hollywood Bowl Then wrapped a car ‘round a Wilshire telephone pole It’s low, it’s brand new, it’s sprawling Without center, gasoline powered, crawling Los Angeles is the city of the future And it’s coming to get you (Owen Temple) © 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI)

This lawyer hole I been climbing in Feels dark and wet and cold Twenty five years on the Louisiana Bar Make you feel five hundred years old I don't want to do what I do Do you, do you? I don't want to do what I do Didn't you hear the recession's on Nobody wants to buy a new car So I'll dick off for a couple of hours Then drive down to the bar I don't want to do what I do Do you, do you? I don't want to do what I do, do you? I've been healing the sick and lame That part feels okay But I been dealing with the managed care And I just can't get paid I just can't get paid I don't want to do what I do Do you, do you? I don't want to do what I do (Owen Temple & Adam Carroll) © 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gypsy Shuffler Music (BMI)

She was wearing a black dress as she spoke across the years He nearly dropped his drink to hear her voice ringing in his ears Love in the ruins, late for the show She said, love will always live, if we don't let it grow I will pass you on the street and we will say trivial things But I will never cease to search your eyes for that quiet look And I will always be one who sighed for her quiet look When you left our hometown, where did you go He heard her answer and said sorry I didn't know We don't have secrets but we'd have some if we'd meet She said, love stays romantic if it stays incomplete Chorus She said, back then I always felt so strange It's like a revelation to see that nothing has changed What am I seeking - a lost piece of myself I left with you like a key upon a shelf Chorus (Owen Temple) Music ©2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) Lyrics ©2009 Owen Temple and ©1934 William Carlos Williams Chorus adapted from the poem “The Revelation” © 1934 William Carlos Williams

A building filled with a hundred rooms, looms overhead Behind the glass and curtains, a million lovers beds They bulldozed that old beerjoint where we drank for free They put a hotel on the skyline where O. Henry's used to be Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays These are streets I know back from the golden age It was dark as night at the crack of noon, Lucky Strikes and gin The sun goes down, the clock goes round, oh to be twenty one again Dominoes, the stories go, onto another round Another day, bills to pay, til the Hilton tore it down Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays These are streets I know back from the golden age Sunglasses mask a passing glance as the light begins to fade Wind blows trash across the street like a mardi gras parade Staggering like a harlequin I drank at every bar Finally found my way to sleep in the backseat of my car Four thousand days ago in a flood of summer rays These are streets I know back from the golden age (Owen Temple, Gordy Quist) © 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music (ASCAP)

Two frozen rivers with ice like boulders Cracking past Portage and Main Dark downtown buildings, one glowing tavern Breaking loose from winter's chains Winter wind whistling the outside air Inside it's like we found summer somewhere My car's all rusted from road crew salt And doing the Winnipeg waltz Railroads and water, Assiniboine and Red, The reasons why we're here The center of the continent, the middle of it all Hanging out and drinking beer It's too cold to snow now but we don't care Inside it's like we found summer somewhere My car is all rusted from road crew salt And doing the Winnipeg waltz I love you more in the frozen winter I think about you beneath your clothes lets have one more drink in this crowded tavern I'll kiss your chilly lips and your frozen nose Winter wind whistlin' the outside air Inside it's like we found summer somewhere You won’t turn to a pumpkin or a pillar of salt From doing the Winnipeg waltz (Owen Temple) © 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI)