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Ghosts out in the Rain

by Hound of the Buskervilles

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1.
"Guadalupe" By Tom Russell There are ghosts out in the rain tonight High up in these ancient trees And I have given up without a fight Another blind fool on his knees And all the Gods that I've abandoned Begin to speak in simple tongues And suddenly I've come to know There are no roads left to run It’s the hour of dogs a-barking That's what the old ones used to say It's first light or it's sundown Before the children cease their play When the mountains glow like mission wine Turn gray like a Spanish roan Ten thousand eyes will stop to worship And turn away and head for home Chorus: She is reaching out her arms tonight Lord, my poverty is real I pray roses shall rain down on me From Guadalupe on her hill But who am I to doubt these mysteries Cured in centuries of blood and candle smoke I am the least of all your pilgrims here I am most in need of hope She appeared to Juan Diego Left her image on his cape Five hundred years of sorrow Have not destroyed their deepest faith But here I am your ragged disbeliever A doubting Thomas drowned in tears And I watched your church fall through the earth Like a heart worn down through fear CHORUS
2.
“Pharaoh” By Richard Thompson Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel The dogs of money all at his heel Magicians cry, Oh Truth! Oh Real We're all working for the Pharaoh A thousand eyes, a thousand ears He feeds us all, he feeds our fears Don't stir in your sleep tonight, my dears We're all working for the Pharaoh Refrain: Egypt Land, Egypt Land We're all living in Egypt land Tell me, brother, don't you understand We're all working for the Pharaoh Hidden from the eye of chance The men of shadow dance a dance And we're all struck into a trance We're all working for the Pharaoh Idols rise into the sky Pyramids soar, Sphinxes lie Head of dog, Osiris eye We're all working for the Pharaoh Refrain I dig a ditch, I shape a stone Another battlement for his throne Another day on earth is flown We're all working for the Pharaoh Call it England, call it Spain Egypt rules with the whip and chain Moses free my people again We're all working for the Pharaoh Refrain Pharaoh he sits in his tower of steel Around his feet the princes kneel Far beneath we shoulder the wheel We're all working for the Pharaoh
3.
“Handsome Molly” By Bill Morrissey I park my cab on Water Street I'm waiting for a fare Watching young girls in their first heels Step like colts across the square Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly wherever she may be Now I'm either in this cab or bar And never in the choir Sometimes howling and amazed Like the wind hung on barbed wire Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly and all she promised me Well it’s pretty, doe-eyed Molly Who could see so well at night It was a hard trade she madeJust to see in black and white Well the word's gone down this north coast And it's boy you best take care Cut yourself with a knife Taste all the salt that's in the air Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly who cried so easily Now the soldiers down on Water Street They eye the little girls And the little girls of Water Street Will take them for a whirl Fire on the ocean, thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly wherever she may be
4.
“Ashes and Smoke” ) By Marty Rosen Me and Jack, we made one last ride, before he got so weak. We shared a bottle and we built a fire down by Muddy Creek. The moon spilled down the mountainside. The fog was ankle deep. Jack said, I’ll take the night watch. He said, I ain’t got time for sleep. He said, They come to me in the small of night, the ghosts that haunt this ground, Talkin’ how I can I can make three wishes, before they take me down. I remember the rivers runnin’ free and wild, Before we built those dams. If I could see that one more time, I’d be a happy man. Gold, they say, We can offer you gold. And all the things money can buy. But a thaw in the spring, and the rush of the flood. Wish I could hear these canyons sing. There was a girl one time down in Bowling Green, dark eyes and a honey voice. She offered her hand and she asked me to stay – wish I’d made a different choice. We can make you live on in dots on a map, In stories and poems and songs. But a swing on the porch, and a garden out back, Wish I’d found the place where I belonged.” We sat and watched as the fire died down, sparks falling into the fog. If I could do just one thing different said Jack, I’d burn just like that log I wish I had lived like a roaring flame, hot and hungry and bold, Leaving nothing behind but ashes and smoke, all used up before I went cold. All used up before I went cold.
5.
“Dry River Bed” By Stephen Pigram When you’re drifting On the ocean And the sea is a perfect blue But those storm clouds on the horizon Are keeping you true To who are you Chorus Well take me away Across the spinifex plain Where the true mirage never ends And the smell of the rain is a long way away Lay me down in a dry river bed. Ain’t got no white picket fence Ain’t got no green English lawn Just got heat waves dancin’ for me On this red dirt where I was born Chorus Feel the heart of my country Beating to a lonesome blues Gotta get back there Gotta get back there Gotta get back there real soon. Chorus
6.
“Coyotes” By Bob McDill Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas, His face was burnt deep by the sun, Part history, part sage, part Mexican He was there when Poncho Villa was young. And he'd tell you a tale of the old days, When the country was wild all around, We’d sit under the stars of the Milky Way, And drink whiskey while the coyotes howl. Refrain (yodel): hoo yip hoo yip hoo hoodle oo di yip hoo di yip hoo hoo yip hoo yip hoo hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo Chorus: Now the long horns are gone, And the wranglers are gone, The Comanche are gone, And the outlaws are gone, Geronimo is gone, And Charles Goodnight is gone And the red wolf is gone And the buffalo… gone. Well he cursed all the roads and the fences He cursed the automobile, He said there ain’t no place left for an hombre like me In this new world of asphalt and steel. He sat and he stared in the distance. And he saw somethin’ I couldn’t see. He said the only thing left of the old days Is them damned old coyotes and me. Refrain (yodel) Chorus One morning his adobe was empty He left without saying a word But that night when the moon crossed the mountain There was one new coyote I heard. Refrain (yodel)
7.
“Church of the Long Grass” John Wort Hannam Ninety-five degrees for six straight days Sure as hell hasn’t helped the Blairmore blaze But I can see that it’s raining in the hills tonight Everything wrapped in a blanket of haze Fifty thousand acres of timber razed And I can see that it’s raining in the hills tonight I never found salvation in Jesus, whisky or pills I never found it in money or the good book I found it here in these hills CHORUS I belong to the Church of the Long Grass The Parish of the Porcupine Hills The grass can grow as tall as an old timer’s tale Some say taller still Yeah, I belong to the Church of the Long Grass The Parish of the Porcupine Hills I’ve always seen this land as holy I guess I always will Sadie was my girl from the age of fifteen Homecoming and a beauty queen And I hear that she’s reigning in the town tonight She fancied a man of money and means Left me crying like an old has-been And I hear that she’s reigning in the town tonight Blue can be a little temperamental, but he’s a reliable steed If you keep a tight reign and sit tall in the saddle He’ll give you what you need Chorus
8.
“Bitter Angels” By Marty Rosen They broke down foggy mountain and they hauled away the coal They scraped away the shady grove and left an empty hole My daddy used to walk this ground and raise his voice on high Now his spirit haunts these hollow hills, he hangs his head and cries The bitter angels of our nature are singin out of tune Bitter angels flying underneath a black Kentucky moon Bitter angels bitter angels, they used to sing a mountain song But how you gonna sing a mountain song when the mountains are all gone? Our banjos used to ripple clear and clean as mountain springs Now our creeks are crippled up, like a pile of rusted strings We played fire on the mountain and we dreamt our wildwood dreams Now our home is splittin up at the seams The bitter angels of our nature lookin for a place to land Bitter angels bitter angels, where the mountains used to stand Bitter angels bitter angels used to sing a mountain song But how you gonna sing a mountain song when the mountains are all gone? It was dark as a dungeon way down in the mines In the roots of these mountains where the sun never shines But we could always hear that angel band singin those ancient tones And that high lonesome sound raised our weary bones The bitter angels of our nature are singin out of tune Bitter angels flying underneath a black kentucky moon Bitter angels bitter angels used to sing a mountain song But how you gonna sing a mountain song when the mountains are all gone?
9.
“American Hotel” ) By Carl Brouse Stephen sprawled across the bed, Raised a bottle to his mouth. Pictures danced inside his head, Gentle breezes from the south, Cotton fields and voices ringin' low, Old Black Joe. And here's to one tender and fair Jeannie with the light brown hair Raised a banjo to her knee, Sang a lovely melody. Weep no more, my lady; shed your care. I'll be there. Chorus And the Swanee River runs outside the door, And the whiskey bottles gather on the floor, And the camp-town ladies stop and ring the bell Of the American Hotel. He wrote a song for ev'ryone, Lifted hearts throughout the land. Now his world's an empty one, A broken dream and a tremblin' hand, Sad and weary ev'rywhere he'd roam, Kentucky home. Chorus
10.
“Get Along” By Don Walker Drivin’ down the highway, I'm thinkin' about my girl, Tryin' to find a station with a song; They estimate that there are seven billion people in this world, And I spend my time wondering how The other 6 billion, 9 hundred 99 million, 9 hundred an' 99 thousand, 9 hundred an' 99 Get along, get along. Gotta find a station, that can take me away, To where I wanna be before I'm gone; A little house above the beach, That I might buy one day, And there we’ll be, me an' that girl, Sittin' there watchin' the big ships on the horizon, Stocked up for whenever her children, Wanna drop by, for a while. Get along. Wrong side of the blanket, Blind side of the dog, I'm eyeball deep an' all's asleep, I never got to log, Freeway decent, six thirty show, Gauge runnin’ hot and I know I’m not The only one out here, I drop her down a cog, Gotta paint the diesel, Pay the banks an' stay alive, Gotta weigh in legal, Just fill those tanks and drive. Drivin’ down the highway, An' I'm thinkin' about my girl, Tryin' to find a station with a song, They estimate there are seven billion people in this world, And I spend my time wondering how The other 6 billion, 9 hundred 99 million, 9 hundred an' 99 thousand, 9 hundred an' 99 Get along, get along.
11.
“When Sinatra Played Juarez” By Tom Russell Uncle Tommy Gabriel, he played the blue piano While Frank and Ava Gardener danced the wild Juarenzi tango Those were truly golden years my Uncle Tommy said But everything's gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez Chorus I wish life was still like that my Uncle Tommy says But everything's gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez Those were truly golden years, my Uncle Tommy says, But everything’s gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez You could get a cheap divorce, get your Pontiac tuck and rolled You could take your dolly to the dog track in her cheap chinchilla stole. The Fiesta Club, The Chinese Palace, The Old Kentucky Bar The matadors and baseball heroes and great big movie stars. Chorus Uncle Tommy Gabriel he still plays Fats Domino He speaks that border Spanglish well, He owns a carpet store He lives out on his pecan farm, I don't cross the bridge he says Cause everything's gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez Chorus
12.
“Y’All Means All” By John McCutcheon I remember back, I was eight or nine At my grandma’s house in the summertime Every night around six, I’d hear her sweet slow drawl Y’all come in. Y’all means all. I might not like you. You might not like me. Sometimes that’s the way that things are gonna be. Still I’ll catch you, if you should fall. ‘Cause where I come from, Y’all means all. Chorus Blood is blood. Bone is bone. Skin is skin. And home is home. There ain’t no difference, I can recall Where I come from, Y’all means all It’s a southern thing. Simple etiquette You treat folks kindly, but sometimes folks forget They act plumb mean, Neanderthal. My Grandma said, Y’all means all. Chorus I’ve heard it said, around these parts That we’ve got troubles, but we’ve got hearts. And at this table, there is a chair. Where all are welcome Sit yourself down there. Chorus We are not perfect. We know it’s true We are just human, we are just me and you And someday soon, we’ll hear the call Y’all come in. Y’all means all Birkenstocks and overalls Well bless your heart Y’all Means All.
13.
“Navajo Rug” By Tom Russell and Ian Tyson Well it's two eggs up on whiskey toast And home fries on the side Wash it down with the road house coffee Burns up your insides It was a Canyon-Colorado Diner And a little waitress I did love We’d sit out back neath an old stuffed bear And a worn out Navajo rug Well Old Jack, the boss, he left at six And it's Katie bar the door She'd pull down that Navajo rug And she'd spread it across the floor Hey, I saw lightning cross the sacred mountains Saw woven turtle doves I was sittin' next to Katie On that old Navajo rug Chorus Aye, Aye, Aye, Katie Shades of red and blue Aye, Aye, Aye, Katie Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you Katie, shades of red and blue Well I ran into Jack about a year ago He said the place burned to the ground And all he saved was an old bear tooth And Katie, she's left town But Katie, she got her souvenir too Jack spat a tobacco plug You oughta seen her runnin’ through the smoke Haulin’ that Navajo rug Chorus Now every time I cross the sacred mountains And lightning breaks above It always takes me back in time To my long lost Katie love But everything keeps on a-moving Yeah, everybody's on the go You don't find things that last anymore Like an old woven Navajo Chorus

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The first album from Louisville, Kentucky-based Hound of the Buskervilles highlights the band's unique acoustic jam band instrumentals and its globe-spanning repertoire of great contemporary songs from across the English-speaking world.

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released July 3, 2020

Dan Boone, mandolins; Eddie Hysinger, harmonica; Phil Ragland, lead guitar; Marty Rosen, vocals and guitar.

Cover art: Tom Russell
Band photo: Lou TIngle
Produced, engineered, and mixed by Dan Boone.

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Based in Louisville, Kentucky, Hound of the Buskervilles searches out interesting, well-wrought songs by writers across the English-speaking world, and interprets them in a distinctively collaborative musical style that highlights the virtuosity of listening.
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