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Bruce Hornsby - Woodstock 99 - Resting Place
Woodstock 99
Disc 1
01. Blind
02. The Kids Aren’t Alright
03. Four
04. Lit Up
05. Bawitdaba
06. Show Me What You Got
07. Bulls on Parade
08. Creeping Death
09. Roadhouse Blues
10. Bitch
11. Stop Being Greedy
12. Keep Away
13. A Secret Place
14. Everything Zen
15. I Alone
16. [interlude]
17. Fire
Disc 2
01. Tripping Billies
02. Rock This Town
03. Down So Long
04. Ends
05. Santa Monica (Watch the World Die)
06. If It Makes You Happy
07. Alison
08. So Pure
09. Black Capricorn Day
10. Cold Beverage
11. Block Rockin’ Beats
12. Adrenaline
13. Airport Song
14. Superman’s Dead
15. Ecstasy
16. Resting Place
I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin
Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside
They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in

I'm looking for a clean slate
Just need to find a new mind state
Hey, let's go looking for squirrels
Let's find something to do
I think she's shooting it right at you
Look down I said right at you

And the hail falls hard
And the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe
And the storm clouds are flying high
Mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place

Hey, let's duck down this side street
Maybe no, nobody else will see
Everybody sees us as big fat bastards
But I can just see you looking at me
Ever feel like a side-show attraction
Ever feel like a walking infraction
Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats
Don't know just what they mean
Maybe not good, real bad I bet

And the hail falls hard
And the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
And the storm clouds are flying high
Mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place

I'm looking for a clean slate
Just need to find a new way, way to relate
You ever feel like a street walker
I get by being a funny talker
All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin'

And the hail falls hard
And the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
And the storm clouds are flying high
Mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place