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In My Bones - Ron Pope



     
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Verse1:
I thought I saw an angel calling me across the yard
She said “Baby, it’s been real but now I’m gone”
I should have known much better, you can’t tame something that wild
When I asked her if she loved me, she just smiled
Chorus:
But it’s my fault, I don’t care
I can’t hate you if you’re not here
Once you go, never ever turn around
I have sacrificed, I have burned
Oh, you gotta live before you learn
& I wanted the truth but sometimes the truth hurts
Verse2:
& my angel with her dirty wings, she used to make me smile
She kept all of her secrets locked inside
In a place I could not reach her, though I tried with all my might
& when I begged for something really, she said goodbye
Chorus:

But it’s my fault, I don’t care
I can’t hate you if you’re not here
Once you go, never ever turn around
I have sacrificed, I have burned
Oh, you gotta live before you learn
& I wanted the truth but sometimes the truth hurts
Bridge:
& I am sure I’ll be just fine
If I remember, she wasn’t ever mine
& I am sure I’ll be just fine
If I remember, she wasn’t ever mine
Verse3:
& the truth about the two of us, is we don’t make no sense
When we made love, our love was just pretend
& now I’m trying to forget her, but I feel her in my bones
& I wonder if she thinks of me at all
Chorus:
But it’s my fault, I don’t care
I can’t hate you if you’re not here
Once you go, never ever turn around
I have sacrificed, I have burned
Oh, you gotta live before you learn
& I wanted the truth but sometimes the truth hurts
& I wanted the truth but sometimes the truth hurts

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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