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Crowd Around the Mic, Volume 23: Celebrating 30 Years of Grassroots Radio, 1989–2019
Disc 1
01. Homesick
02. Heart Slows Down
03. Better Than Gold
04. Dance in the Street
05. Where Did I Go Wrong?
06. Wet Field Day
07. Bank Robber
08. Vessels
09. C'mon, Utah!
10. Good as Gold
11. Heart Broke Syndrome
12. Traveling
13. Satellites
14. Otonon
15. Time to Get Movin'
Disc 2
01. Please
02. Under
03. Waffle House Song
04. A Woman Like You
05. Along the Western Seaboard
06. Grand Masquerade
07. Harmony
08. Inside
09. Medicine for Living
10. Love Is the Reason
11. Apocalypse
12. Resilient
13. Workin'
14. No-See-Um Stomp
15. Asheville (North Cackalacky)
Disc 3
01. Ain't Over Yet
02. A Dream of Home
03. Leave It Alone
04. Let Me Out of This Town
05. Maggie's Farm
06. Chattanooga
07. The Long Mirror of Time
08. Lights
09. I Should Be (on Top of the World)
10. Without Applause
11. Do for You
12. Focus Poem
13. Tell It Like It Is
14. I'm Clean
15. Witch Trails
It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for a train
Exactly how I got here is hard to explain
My heart's in the right place, what's left of it I guess
My heart ain't the problem, it's my mind that's a total mess
With these rickety old legs and watery eyes
It's hard to believe that I could pass for anybody's prize
Here's what I know about the gifts that God gave
You can't take 'em with you when you go to the grave

It ain't over yet, ask someone who ought to know
Not so very long ago we were both hung out to dry
It ain't over yet, you can mark my word
I don't care what you think you heard, we're still learning how to fly
It ain't over yet

For fools like me who were built for the chase
Takes the right kind of woman to help you put it all in place
It only happened once in my life, but man you should have seen
Her hair two shades of foxtail red, her eyes some far out sea blue green
I got caught up making a name for myself, you know what that's about
One day your ship comes rolling in and the next day it rolls right back out
You can't take for granted none of this shit
The higher up you fly boys, the harder you get hit

It ain't over yet, I'll say this about that
You can get up off the mat or you can lay there till you die
It ain't over yet, here's the truth my friend
You can't pack it in and we both know why
It ain't over yet

Silly boys blind to get there first
Think of second chances as some kind of curse
I've known you forever and ever it's true
If you came by it easy, you wouldn't be you
Make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me forget myself

Back when down on my luck kept me up for days
You were there with the right word to help me crawl out of the maze
And when I almost convinced myself I was hipper than thou
You stepped up with a warning shot fired sweet and low across the bow
No you don't walk on water and your sarcasm stings
But the way you move through this old world sure makes a case for angel wings
I was halfway to the bottom when you threw me that line
I quote you now verbatim, "Get your head out of your own behind"

It ain't over yet, what you wanna bet
One more cigarette ain't gonna send you to the grave
It ain't over yet, I've seen your new girlfriend
Thinks you're the living end, great big old sparkle in her eye
It ain't over yet