"Counting Crows"

Butter Miracle, The Complete Sweets!

Angel of 14th Street

Elevator Boots

The Tall Grass

Boxcars

Back Row Angel

Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Yeah, that’s my claim to fame.
Every sunrise writes my story,
Every breeze calls out my name.
There’s gold out in the risin’ sun,
Silver runnin’ through my hair…
Name a beach I haven’t seen—
I’ll pack my bag and meet you there.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Man, I’ve chased the sun.
From Jimmy’s One Particular Harbor
To Band on the Run.
Got a little jingle in my pocket,
But I never needed much—
Just a beat-up six-string and a stage
And a breeze I know by touch.
Wouldn’t trade a mile I’ve roamed—
Far as I can tell,
Wind in the pines and rain on tin—
That’s the sound that makes me well.
Incoming tides, deep sapphire skies,
Salt air runnin’ through my soul…
I’m lovin’ and livin’ the life I’ve been given—
And I thank God I found it at all.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Wish I’d found it long ago.
But I’m here now, feet up, wide-eyed
Just watchin’ this good life grow.
Ain’t got much saved for later,
But I got memories I can spend.
And a voice that still sings true
With every song I send.
Wouldn’t change a single thing—
Not one detour or delay.
The drift, the dance, the second chance—
All led me here today.
Drivin’ blind with windows down,
Laughin’ ‘til I cried…
I’m wild, I’m alive, I’m free—
And it’s one hell of a ride.
Some folks chase a dollar…
I just chased the view.
Built a home inside the moment—
That’s the best I ever knew.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
That’s the life I lead.
Sunburned maps and ocean naps—
Are all the wealth I need.
Some folks pray for someday dreams—
But I just let mine be.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Yeah, I’m lucky…
I’m wild, I’m alive…
I’m free.

Making a Livin’ outta Livin’

Jim Beam Picking Up the Pieces

Cold Roses

Let It Ride

Big Yellow Taxi

Big Yellow Taxi (feat. Vanessa Carlton)

August And Everything After

Mr. Jones

Films About Ghosts: The Best Of...

Hanginaround

This Desert Life

Colorblind

Accidentally In Love (From "Shrek 2" Soundtrack)

The Nashville Sound

Hope the High Road

It is what it is, and it always will be....
MOTHERFUCKIT....!!!!!!
just one more tear it the 🪣....!!!!!

Elevator Boots

countingcrows

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