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Criminal Record
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Where most of my songs are traditional, this is modern - almost grunge. There are no wasted words, just plain me and a guitar.
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Peak #126
Peak in subgenre #25
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David Kilpatrick
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David Kilpatrick
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November 25, 2003
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MP3 4.4 MB, 128 kbps, 4:48
Story behind the song
You can decide how real this is; actually, it's a mixture of people. It's about how the justice system can trap kids by giving them a record and pinning them down, sometimes in a place where there's nothing there anyway. That just encourages the wrong response. There's also the ghost of a singer-songwriter I knew back around 1970 in there. He never made it big, and I guess he probably never made it, full stop.
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I put down roots and then You pull them up again Oh can you tell me when I'll be allowed to grow? I write down words and lines I make up tunes and rhymes I lay these landmines In the wasteland of my soul Ch: But I never shot the arrow No, I never killed the bird I never read the verdict out I swear I never heard the prisoner cry As he fell out of the sky No I swear I never heard the prisoner cry As he fell out of the sky I dig your lover's grave I spend what others save I know no other way The find my way back home I make my plans and then You rip them up again Oh can't you tell me when I'll be allowed to go (Ch repeat) (1st vers and ch repeat)
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