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Guadalupe (T. Russell)
09:34
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"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
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Pharaoh (R. Thompson)
10:58
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“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
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“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
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“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.
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“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
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Coyotes (B. McDill)
08:22
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“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)
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“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
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Bitter Angels (M. Rosen)
04:15
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“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?
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“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
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"Get Along" (D. Walker)
04:46
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“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.
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“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
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“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.
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“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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