All Choked Up Again - Ryan Bingham - 2010
Lyrics

I'm all choked up again
With these two hands and the rage I'm in
I think I just killed a man

I think it was my old man
I hadn't seen him in years and now he's bleedin' tears
And his head is in the palm of my hand

All choked up again
Have you ever met up a little command
That couldn't break a pool boy's chin?
And here it all is again

Went all in I got stuck in a jam
That's what you get when you're a gamblin' man

That's what you get when you're a gamblin' man

Well, every day you seem to dig a little deeper
Into nothin' that is left behind
Up all night 'til it's early in the mornin'
And the whole damn world's on fire

I close my eyes and I wanna start runnin'
But my legs are broken and tied
Everything around me starts spinnin'
And I realize I'm buried alive

This ain't no place for kids
But when you're raised in a bucket of rain
You either die or you learn to swim
You either die or you learn to swim

I just need to see my baby again
She took my hand there from where it began
Said she would love me with trouble I was in
Said she would love me with trouble I was in

And every day I seem to dig a little deeper
Into nothin' that is left behind
Up all night 'til it's early in the mornin'
And the whole damn world's on fire

I close my eyes and I wanna start runnin'
But my legs are broken and tied
And everything around me starts spinnin'
And I realize I'm buried alive

I'm all choked up again
With these two hands and the rage I'm in
I think I just killed a man

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On his third album, songwriter Ryan Bingham reveals both confidence and growth. His previous recordings showed promise but were marred by youthful excesses. Bingham won an Oscar for "The Weary Kind," the theme song from the film Crazy Heart. The song was produced by T-Bone Burnett, creating a partnership extended on Junky Star. Bingham and his Dead Horses--drummer Matthew Smith, bassist Elijah Ford, and guitarist Corby Schaub--create a sound planted deeply in folk, country, blues, and roots rock. These lyrically direct songs, reflect lost, desperate, displaced individuals, all dreaming the same dark dream; all of them growing tenser with the times--and some fall over the edge. Even the rowdy outlaw country closer, "All Choked Up Again," mines the existential darkness deeper.

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