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I was wondering in the streets
Through my old town home
Kept fallin in on heart ache
For the black bottomless road
Where the tar and gravel run
You can shiver in your soul
But if I was better of for stickin round
It's best you never know

I bathe in more than just one house
Slept on too many a street
There aint no quota here to living friend
You learn a smiles more than teeth
I been some long years waking up
My bones are itchin now again
Whether wind or rope or feather
Take a step when you begin

Now I'll be mournin in the mornin
When the lonesome starts to set
But you understand it's just that I got
Goin left to get
One more drink or smoke or joke
Then Rosalie and I must roll
Just unsettled as the dust dear
Whenever new in town gets old

And I'm sorry babe
You know I just can't stay
I gotta hold my truth
The only way I know
In the spirit of the great Vacilando

And I've got Old Pancake in the pocket
Of this great western denim
My brow tucked neatly underneath
A sturdy Havstad brim
These old leather boots and I
Maybe a million miles seen
But my love's still coming up
With some place else to be

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from No​​​-​​​Fi: Headphone Time - Volume IV, released December 24, 2015

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Matthew Colin Castlemaine, Australia

Matthew Colin brings with him the values of histories great ramblers, 'a song and a friend for every mile behind'. It'll only take listening to one or two lines and you will find a writer of considered craft, carrying values nested in a time of country folk music where all that mattered was the song itself. ... more

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