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The Devil's Paintbrush Road (Annabelle Chvostek/The Wailin' Jennys)

I held on for so long
Dusty quaint old song
Things attach with glue
Live and die and gone

June flowers are so bold
On the devil's paintbrush road
The devil paints a double life
And there I dare not go

Live and die and gone
Live and die and gone
The devil paints a double life
Live and die and gone

I'm not the cheating kind
It snuck up from behind
Kicked in the door to someday
I can't get her off my mind

All or nothing now
Might as well be true
Leave the dream of hearth and home
That never will come true

Live and die and gone
Live and die and gone
Leave the dream of hearth and home
Live and die and gone

Sweet wild road ahead
Sweet wild road ahead
If I lied and said that all was well
I might as well be dead

Single I was born
And single I will die
I'll marry myself to the whole wide world
And never make her cry

Live and die and gone
Live and die and gone
I'll marry myself to the whole wide world
Live and die and gone

Live and die and gone
Live and die and gone
The devil paints a double life
Live and die and gone

(Get it here.)
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Lancelot rode on a swayback mare
he won in a card game up north somewhere
he was bottom-out lonesome, he was too tired to care,
keepin' one step ahead of the rain

well, he blew into Broken Bow late last year,
talkin' up the vision of his lost Guinevere
but he couldn't tell a grail from a glass of beer
so he settled for Lady Elaine

singin' "yodelayhee, i ain't no untarnished Galahad
down from Arcadia like a dream in your head
but gentle lady lend me the true heart i never had
and i'll wash the years from your bed
with all the salt tears i have shed," Lancelot said

well, mornin' came sleepy and mornin' came slow
and the mirror revealed a face she didn't know
and the last autumn robin was packin' to go
as another year slipped by the way

so she rose and she dressed and she pushed back the night
she put up her hair by the dawn's early light
and the man in her bed was an eagle in flight
and a crooked old crow in the hay

singin' "yodelayhee, i ain't no untarnished Galahad
down from Arcadia like a dream in your head
but gentle lady lend me the true heart i never had
and i'll stain the lavenders red,
with all of the good blood i've shed," Lancelot said

now bugles blow golden and banners fly blue
but these days the castle's just drywall and glue
and tiltin' at windmills is the best you can do
with the black knight of time on your lawn

so i wouldn't know if he left or he stayed,
prospered or starved by the promise he made
or maybe he straggled or maybe he strayed
and the bright world went barrellin' on

singin "yodelayhee, i ain't no untarnished Galahad,
down from Arcadia like a dream in your head
but gentle lady lend me the pure heart i never had,
and i'll bring you roses and bread
and we'll fashion gold out of lead,
with all the illusions we shed," Lancelot said

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