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Jason Isbell
Jason Isbell


Background information
Born February 1, 1979
Origin Greenhill, Alabama, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Alternative Country
Years active 2001—present
Label(s) New West Records
Lightning Rod Records
Associated acts Drive-By Truckers
Website Website



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Jason Isbell Album


with The 400 Unit
Here We Rest (04/12/2011)
04/12/2011
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
Daisy Mae
7.
The Ballad of Nobeard
8.
Never Could Believe
9.
10.
Save It for Sunday
11.
Tour of Duty
. . .


When I moved into this room if you could call it that a week ago
I never do what I'm supposed to do. Hardly even know my name anymore
No one calls it out kind of vanishes away

I can't get to sleep at night, the parking lot so loud and bright.
The AC hasn't worked in 20 years, probably never made a single person cold
I can't say the same for me. I've done it many times
Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines

You can't drive through Talladega on a weekend in October
Just head up north to Jacksonville. Cut around, and oh, but watch your speed, 'cuz boy in Sprin*
They ain't got a thing to do, they'll get you every time
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home through those Alabama pines

If you pass through on a Sunday, better make a stop at Wayne's
It's the only open liquor store north, I can't stand the pain
of being by myself, without a little help, on a Sunday afternoon.
And I needed that damn woman like a dream needs gasoline
And I'm trying to be some ancient kind of man, one that's never seen the beauty in the world
But I tried to chase it down, tried to make the whole thing mine
Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines
Somebody take me home, through those Alabama pines

I've been stuck here in this town, if you call it that, a year or two
I never do what I'm supposed to do. I don't even need a name anymore,
No one calls it out, kind of vanishes away
No one gives a damn about the things I give a damn about
The liberties that we can't do without seem to disappear like ghost in the air
We don't even care, Until it vanishes away.

. . .


Are you going tonight?
Are you out on the road?
I'm heading home
Go it alone again!

Are you dreaming out loud?
Are you scared of a crowd?
Well, I'm heading home
Go it alone again!

Cause we … just how close
You're coming there,
And we're all angels…
And realizing what I've lost and what I've left
I'm taking it home,
Going it alone again!

So, find me a place ...on the road,
I do what I'm told, …again.
She was enough
But that was never enough
This wound won't heal,
Pain I can't feel again!

In real life these things don't happen much at all,
It's too bad we all live the dream!
And realizing just how far I had to fall
I'm taking it home,
Going it alone again! (x2)

. . .


We've met, I can tell you don't remember, I can see it your face, I should have never left this place,
We've met, before you were a Christian, before your eyes were blue, and all that gets you through

Do you know how long I've waited, do you know how long I waited, for you,

Dream big, that's what you used to tell me, before I went away, would you say the same today,
You knew, that I couldn't work the foundry and I couldn't play the fool and I wouldn't stay for you,

And the drunks all think I made it, and the girls all twist and shake it like they do,
All my playground fears have faded replaced with grown up nightmares that have come true

We've met in another motion picture with stain glass effigies, did it even look like me,
I bet this town is in your blood now but it didn't have to be, no it didn't have to be,

You know I thought I'd find the answers in the troubadour land dancers, brand new
Do you think I've learned my lesson, did I make a new impression on you

We've met, I can tell you don't remember, I can see it your face, I should have never left this place…

. . .


There's one thing I can't stand
Is this barn is covered …
Trying to fake their way through castles ain't the same
There's one thing I can't stand
There's one thing I can't take
It's the sound that woman makes
Not 5 seconds after heard begins to break
That's one thing I can't stand
She should be home by now but she ain't
I should know by now but I can't
Cause one of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine
One of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine

Then her eyes is big as stars
When I saw you by the bar
I guess that's the way you keep on smile where you are
But girl reminds biggest stars

It sounds funny when you say my name
It's like a … on a foreign thing
You won't get to sleep till dawn and feel no rain
You sound so funny when you say my name
You ought to come home tonight with me
Wish we knew how to find the way …
Cause one of your friends is taking me in and giving me codeine
One of your friends is taking me in and giving me codeine

Darling I'm not the one to judge
If I was then I'd say you don't look so good
Got no answers up my home, with you gone the place looks bigger than it should
If there's 2 things that I hate
Tavern to cook and trying to date
Bust our ass out …hurry up and wait
That's a few things that I hate
If my call tonight … still be something
Cause one of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine
One of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine
One of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine
One of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine
One of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine
One of my friends is taking her in and giving her codeine.

. . .


Driving to a baseball game, on a Friday afternoon
Harder than hell in Atlanta, Georgetown
Guess it's been 15 years since I came through here
Probably should have called to warn you
But I'm stopping by, I'm stopping by, yeah

How did your life turned out? Do you ever thing back
Teenage girl in … noon …
Ever tell your folks the truth, … might been the last to do
It would have been a shame we …
Now I'm stopping by, I'm stopping by, yeah

Think the best of me still standing in the doorway
Counting cards and counting days and counting years
I could say to make go through … like a hard way
It might have been … here

Looking through a picture book, this one I think my mama took
You couldn't have been much over 20
Your shirt was in your cut off jeans and a lot of …
Probably asked where you got the money
Picture on another page, you recognized mile of aged
I've been along for quite a while
Trying to get them axe to burn… turn
I still have difficulty smiling
But I'm stopping, I'm stopping by, yeah

Think the best of me still standing in the doorway
Whatever's left … sound of 85
Passing … on vacation into your …
It looks so … right,
But I'm stopping by, yeah.

. . .

Daisy Mae

[No lyrics]

. . .

The Ballad of Nobeard

[No lyrics]

. . .

Never Could Believe

[No lyrics]

. . .


I was out there, all alone
Now searching for a friend
You saw my need and you came along
With that … you took me in

You want nothing, you capture my heart
Turn the smoke into a flame
Whoa, I can't free my heart from you baby
Cause you keep it playing on your string
No I can't free my heart from you baby
Cause you keep it hanging on your string

That way old lover was my weakness
It made me yours body and suffer
My mind tells me I should leave this
But my heart can't let me go
… down the youth in the river …
Turn over my pleasure into pain

No I can't free my heart from you baby
Cause you keep it hanging on your string
No I can't free my heart from you baby
If you keep it hangingt hanging on your string

Every time I try to break loose
That's when you … up on your string
I can't hold up to what I'm going through
My heart is weakened …

No I know a few more time …
Might be bound on you just the same
No I can't free my heart from you baby
If you keep it hanging on your string
No I can't free my heart from you baby
Cause you keep it hanging on your string, your string.

. . .

Save It for Sunday

[No lyrics]

. . .

Tour of Duty

[No lyrics]

. . .


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