Chances Are

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Looking for a job on the hill.
The president should, but I don't think he will.
My stepfather's name is Bill,
He's married to my mom and a little white pill.

Ah Louise, won't you help me please
Take me away
Far from gone, Roatan,
Out on the Carribean.

She had all of the colors of the rainbow in her hair,
We all wanted to kiss her, but I took the dare.
So they tied all the cans to the back of our wagon,
But in the end it was just our sweet love that was dragging.

Ah Louise, won't somebody please
Take me away
Far from here where I've disappeared
From your eyes a long time ago.

Chances are I guess worth the taking.
You follow your heart though it keeps breaking.
In the light of dawn, soon I'll be gone
Like a song in your thoughts all alone while your dreaming.

I was living this life on my own
Till I got a call, took the long ride home
To take care of the ones who took care of me,
In my highly dysfunctional family.

He was stripped of his clothes and cursing the cancer.
God's only got so many prayers he can answer.
With millions of eyes and millions of souls
Somebody is bound to get left in the cold.

Ah Louise won't you help me please
Take me away
Far from now, won't you show me how
To get on with the rest of my days.

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from Fiction, released June 1, 2008
Written by Putnam Murdock and Reed Foehl

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Putnam Murdock Massachusetts

Every Thursday night the Centre Streeters would gather in circle in a living room and evoke every damn lost, drunk, and brokenhearted song known to man... in four part harmony of course. Each time brought me closer and closer to the point of knowing no other way of life. My bio is isn't finished, but I've been gifted with humility. Sitting in a circle, playing songs is where the real music exists. ... more

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