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The Small Night

by Forrest VanTuyl

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Honey get the hell outta Texas Honey, I been waitin' too long Honey, get the hell outta Texas Shoulda learned better, shoulda known you don't belong Honey, my bed is restless. Honey, my head's a breaking storm. Honey, my bed is restless- and you been reckless since the day I was born "I ain't seen ya since summer passed." "I ain't seen you since summer last." "I ain't seen ya since this town's been dry." "I ain't seen ya since Hannah died." Honey, find the next train & catch it Honey, come fill my lonesome arms Honey, find the next train & catch it Lord knows they ain't never made a love like ours.
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Is it all right if I call you tomorrow? I haven't had a cigarette since... Sunday night. And I been up late, watching Casablanca, and I always lose track of how fast the time goes by. Is it all right if I stop by tomorrow? It's hard to find your face in a night this small. And the Mexican station is drowning in cross-talk & vibrato... and my cigarettes they're dried up and burnin' me raw. {It's a lie for a lie/and a truth for a truth/I can't seem to keep my mind off of you} Is it all right if I wake up here tomorrow? I got a funny feeling you know what's on my mind... cuz you spent your whole life breathing beneath a blanket of sorrow... and darlin', I can't say that sounds too much different from mine. "Maria, I just miss the sound of your voice... you're a trustworthy kid, and I'm a lonely boy. With a mouth full of myth & a head full of noise... there's a rhythm in your ribs, a song I can't destroy."
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Brightest night of July, the first time I got high On the spinnin' explodin' fireworks reflected in your eyes You said a Telecaster twang & a Reverb Twin would set your walls on fire, make your heart cave in. Kept my eyes wide open, as the sun went down, I'd been the king of the west until they stole my crown, now I'm prayin' I ain't just another country song but I know every night I play just another day gone Never needed much as far as money. Never needed much as far as love. With a band as hot as The Hawks, and a train that don't stop, I'm glad I was born a Poor Man's Son. There's Canyons in my heart where the river once flowed the amplifier's dark where the tubes once glowed that Telecaster's twangin' like rusted nails or the screamin' of steel when a train derails I was just this side of Damnation when she took me in I spent a long time waitin to get tossed out again and when I finally was she gave no vinegar or piss she just handed my my guitar said get back to what you miss I never needed much... Followed that sunset back to Cody, Wyo caught the dust of Oklahoma from my grandfather's throat I plugged that telecaster in as the big lights glowed and that Reverb rang with the sweetest twang anybody's ever knowed It only takes one cigarette, a window half unrolled, An ashtray full of regret, a memory full of hope; for the patron saints of restlessness, and the never-ending road I raise a half a glass of heartache, and a word that rhymes with home. We never needed much as far as money. We never needed much as far as love. With a Band as hot as The Hawks, and a train that don't stop, I'm glad I was born a Poor Man's Son.
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I dreamed Jimmie Rodgers' reefer haze,
the walls alive in southern stagnation, like the inside of some
great, dark beast,
all teeth and digestive
whiskey to keep it at bay.
We're running, now, like Hemingway's broke-legged horses
watching the rifle load, defeated curiosity in our eyes.

Alabama's shaking. We breathe excited air in the small night.

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released April 26, 2012

Produced & Engineered by Bart Budwig at Blue Box Studios in Moscow, ID.

Players: Alex Forrest VanTuyl, Bart Budwig, Julian Stocking, Jesse Wityczak, Heather Hagan, and Kady Bogard

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Forrest VanTuyl Goldendale, Washington

Forrest VanTuyl is a Western songwriter, poet, and working cowboy based in the Inland Northwest. His work has been featured in the New York Times, at The National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, and he has written music for the US Forest Service.

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