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Trekker's Waltz
03:22
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North Dakota sure is getting colder
And I’ve got friends telling me I should be staying
Where the bold and the lonely stand with the first nations
But I’m headed westward away
And your mama she sure is pretty
And your mama she sings a pretty song
But she know, and I know, you know in your own way
We’ve each got our own way of trekkin' on
I’m tempted towards keepin on laughing instead of sleeping
Cause you both make me smile and sleep just makes me blue
But I know me too well, and I can’t fool myself
I’m a few thousand miles from ready for you
And your mama she sure is pretty
And your mama she sings a pretty song
But she know, and I know, you know in your own way
We’ve each got our own way of trekkin' on
We’re just trying to make it alright
But there’s so much to change, lord and the progress is slow
So you keep on playing, I’ll be working and praying
For a little more peace when you’re grown
And your mama she sure is pretty
And your mama she sings a pretty song
But she know, and I know, you know in your own way
We’ve each got our own way of trekkin' on
Now North Dakota is all frozen over
And I still am wondering if I should have stayed
But I can’t shake this feeling, there’s a million kinds of healing
And I still got to find my own way
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2. |
Sunshine
02:35
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Sunshine, I’m in your city
Sunshine, sure am glad it ain’t mine
And glory, good to see you
Glory, still got a wishing well in your eye
And oh-oh-oh little Mary
Hair turning grey still pretty as a fairy
Oh-oh I love you
But it’s no big deal and it sure ain’t nothing new
Sorrow creeps its way in
Sorrow never did stop you from putting on a hell of a show
And oh-oh-oh little Mary
Hair turning grey still pretty as a fairy
Oh-oh I love you
But it’s no big deal and it sure ain’t nothing new
Mary believe me you ain’t no coward
You laugh in the face of the darkest hour
So sunshine, you gotta come out
Sometime, you got bigger ambitions than sitting by a pretty roadside
And glory, you’re looking fine
Glory, guess he wasn’t worth quite that much time
oh-oh-oh little Mary
Hair turning grey still pretty as a fairy
Oh-oh I love you
But it’s no big deal and it sure ain’t nothing
oh-oh-oh little Mary
Hair turning grey still pretty as a fairy
Oh-oh I love you
But it’s no big deal and it sure ain’t nothing new
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We ain’t waitin' on a heaven, no we’re gonna make it right here
We ain’t waitin' on a heaven, lord and hell ain’t got our fear
We’re writin' our own story, findin' our own glory
Ain’t waitin' on a heaven gonna make it right here
Well I ain’t never seen the river Jordan
Though the songs all say the crossing is muddy and wide
But I’d rather see the folks living on both banks be free
Than ever see myself on the other side
Cause we ain’t waitin' on a heaven, no we’re gonna make it right here
We ain’t waitin' on a heaven, lord and hell ain’t got our fear
We’re writin' our own story, findin' our own glory
Ain’t waitin' on a heaven gonna make it right here
When Christmas comes around the bells all are ringing
Collecting for the salvation of me and you
They’re flying the red and white, but I won’t give til they see the light
Of every other color in the rainbow too
Cause we ain’t waitin' on a heaven, no we’re gonna make it right here
We ain’t waitin' on a heaven, lord and hell ain’t got our fear
We’re writin' our own story, findin' our own glory
Ain’t waitin' on a heaven gonna make it right here
The evangelizing men come to Mary’s door
Talking about a great big party in the sky
But Mary said go your way, I’d never set foot on that train
Til every damn soul on earth can catch a ride
Cause we ain’t waitin' on a heaven, no we’re gonna make it right here
We ain’t waitin' on a heaven, lord and hell ain’t got our fear
We’re writin' our own story, findin' our own glory
Ain’t waitin' on a heaven gonna make it right here
You ask me what my compass bearing shows
Without the promise of heaven up above
But it’s easy to know how, I’m just living for the here and now
Cause all we need is justice and love
Cause we ain’t waitin' on a heaven, no we’re gonna make it right here
We ain’t waitin' on a heaven, lord and hell ain’t got our fear
We’re writin' our own story, findin' our own glory
Ain’t waitin' on a heaven gonna make it right here
Ain’t waitin' on a heaven gonna make it right here
Ain’t waitin' on a heaven gonna make it right here
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4. |
Lewisburg
03:04
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Twenty-one years ago rain was falling
On the last bricks that I walked on Saint Catherine Street
It felt clear
Lewisburg always would stay with me
I’ve walked down alleys in Rome
I found ancient tongued stories in every stone
But all I looked for was a familiar face
And every footfall wanted to turn home
Seventeen years ago snow was falling
On the last postcard I sent to Saint Catherine Street
It seems strange
Lewisburg ever could stay with me
I walk this street every day
Never a soul I meet who doesn’t know my name
On my windowsill sits a postcard marked
December seventh, nineteen ninety three
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5. |
Empty Shells
02:53
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Corey always loved his daddy’s chester 44
As a little boy he wanted one his own
Carved sticks to look like guns and he colored them with coal
But sticks will turn to rifles when we’re grown.
Step outside in the morning sun
Your daddy never told you not to play with guns
Corey’s shooting BBs up at the sky
Says they’ll make it into space if I really try
Corey turned fourteen in the fall of fifty-three
Daddy told him you become a man today
Gave him a gun and he showed him how to use it
And they went out to the back acres to play
Little Corey’s flying up near the sun
Your daddy never told you not to play with guns
Corey’s shooting bullets up at the sky
Says they’ll make it into space if I really try
Now Corey and his buddies they’ve all got toys
Playing hooky on a dirty side of town
Bullets chasing blackbirds up through the air
But bullets in the air gotta come back down
Little Corey flew too close to the sun
Your daddy never told you not to play with guns
Your mama’s on the porch looking up at the sky
And you’ll make it into space if you really try
Stupid kids playing with the world in their heads
The day that Corey lost his fire
Daddy said the world was built by men with guns
But don’t you know that daddy is a liar
Little Corey flew right into the sun
Your daddy never told you not to play with guns
Corey’s shooting empty shells up at the sky
Says they’ll make it into space if I really try
Says I’ll make it into space if I really try
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6. |
Lay Me Down
03:26
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I got to lay me down
There’s no more road for me
Woah for ten long years I’ve lived the freedom of a sparrow
But I’ve never known the life of a tree
I’m a going home and ain’t looking back, lay me down
I’m a going home and ain’t looking back, lay me down
I’m a going home and ain’t looking back, build my house far away from the railroad track oh
I got to lay me down
I got to lay me down
There’s no more road for me
Woah for ten long years I’ve lived the freedom of a sparrow
But I’ve never known the life of a tree
Gonna build me a house out of mud and stone, lay me down (2x)
Gonna build me a house out of mud and stone, hang up my hat and call it a home oh
I got to lay me down
I got to lay me down
There’s no more road for me
Woah for ten long years I’ve lived the freedom of a sparrow
But I’ve never known the life of a tree
I won’t hang no no trespassing sign, lay me down (2x)
I won’t hang no no trespassing sign, don’t even knock just come inside oh
I got to lay me down
I got to lay me down
There’s no more road for me
Woah for ten long years I’ve lived the freedom of a sparrow
But I’ve never known the life of a tree
I’m gonna build me a ten foot table, lay me down (2x)
I’m gonna build me a ten foot table, feed all the friends that I am able
I got to lay me down
I got to lay me down
There’s no more road for me
Woah for ten long years I’ve lived the freedom of a sparrow
But I’ve never known the life of a tree
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7. |
Look Out
03:39
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Look out darlin look out
You look out how you look at me
Darlin look out
Never got my foot caught in nobody’s door
Never stopped lookin down the next bend of the next road for something more
So darlin look out
You look out how you look at me
Darlin look out
And I ain’t no kite babe you can’t tie me down
I know you’d never wana hold the strings to my wings anyhow
So darlin look out
You look out how you look at me
Darlin look out
I don’t mind standing here just a holding your hand
But walking away don’t look so good now, and I don’t understand
So darlin look out
You look out how you look at me
Darlin look out
And I don’t seem to be able
To stop looking at you
And the way you’re looking baby
I think you might have the same problem about me too
So darlin look out
You look out how you look at me
Darlin look out
So keep on jumping down my soul with your brown eyes babe
But look out, cause you just mighta figured out how to make me stay
So darlin look out
You look out how you look at me
Darlin look out
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Greyhound Cowboy
03:09
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Ain’t nothing to a Midwest boy to spend ten hours on a bus
When here’s a lady out east he wants to see cause she makes him feel just fine
But when you come from a sleepy little town where nobody makes a fuss
“Next stop, New York City” sends shivers down the spine
He’s a lonesome desperado
He’s a little boy lost
He’s a sweet young man traveling
To see the one he loves the best
And he’s a camera wide open
He’s a poet on a vision quest
He’s a greyhound cowboy
With a window seat facing west
Chasing rainbows way down south, sleeping out in the rain
And when the work is slim well it ain't no sin to just put on your walking shoes
Comin home for Christmas, gonna have to hop a train
Mama don’t you know I got no dough but I’ll bus it if the ticket’s on you
He’s a lonesome desperado
He’s a little boy lost
He’s a sweet young man traveling
To see the one he loves the best
And he’s a camera wide open
He’s a poet on a vision quest
He’s a greyhound cowboy
With a window seat facing west
Riding a thousand miles with no destination down the line
Families sitting all around him echoing what he’s never found
Little spit of cleared off land, for sale sign,
Let me off here driver, think it’s time I picked some ground
He’s a lonesome desperado
He’s a little boy lost
He’s a sweet young man traveling
To see the one he loves the best
And he’s a camera wide open
He’s a poet on a vision quest
He’s a greyhound cowboy
With a window seat facing west
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9. |
I Danced
04:55
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I’ve been using my body a lot these days
But I ain’t been sleeping right and eating right no way
And we’re just muscle and guts and bones they say
But if you don’t tie it all up with love it won’t stay
So I danced last night
I danced last night with a big old giant who threw me like a leaf
I danced with a woman into the mystic and we wrapped together like trees
I danced with a lover who was also his lover
and we squinched our noses and we bared our teeth
I danced with myself while all of my insides mixed up pleasure and grief
I talked with a friend about our biggest dreams
And his had grown while mine had shrunk it seems
And that’s no good cause you know I’m the biggest dreamer around
And this town is great but it’s not time yet to pick my ground
So I danced last night
I danced last night with a big old giant who threw me like a leaf
I danced with a woman into the mystic and we wrapped together like trees
I danced with a lover who was also his lover
and we squinched our noses and we bared our teeth
I danced with myself while all of my insides mixed up pleasure and grief
And you weren’t there
And I wanted and I wanted and I wanted and I wanted and I didn’t want you to be there
I think a lot about old lovers these days
And most are friends and we laugh about the ways
That we fucked it all up, we still say I love you when we hang up the phone
Maybe we’ll be like that someday
Someday when we are home
When we are home
When only the parts of us that want to be are alone
When I am home
When I am home
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10. |
Waters of Lake Michigan
03:12
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It’s getting on past midnight
The highway’s emptied out
And I ain’t got no company 'cept every word you said to me
And the biggest things you said didn’t make a sound
We’re in a little town
Where only I know your name
We’re in a little town
We only have today
And I don’t want this to end
But it will
But it will
And the waters of Lake michigan quiet down my mind
Wish it could be a little easier the rest of the time
We didn’t come prepared
Our throats are getting dry
We didn’t come prepared
But we’re still going to try
And should have thought this through
But that’s a metaphor
That’s a metaphor
And the waters of Lake michigan quiet down my mind
Wish it could be a little easier the rest of the time
We haven’t got that far
But there’s no going back
We haven’t got that far
And we’re already off track
And I don’t see where we can go
Except our different ways
Except our different ways
And the waters of Lake michigan quiet down my mind
Wish it could be a little easier the rest of the time
It’s getting on past midnight
The highway’s emptied out
And I ain’t got no company cept every word you said to me
And the biggest things you said didn’t make a sound
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11. |
Redwood Grove
02:42
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I’d been ramblin out west six months or more
Feelin near as tired as the underside of the boots of old Tom Joad
Got washed up on the Oregon shore, damn near forgot what I was looking for
When some kinda hunch pulled me off the road
Well I met her in the redwood grove and she taught me how to pray
Said take off your shoes get baptized boy and wash those blues away
Oh Julie I tell you truly I think I’d like to stay
Here in the redwood Grove down by the bay
We’re both seeking a spirituality
That can heal all the people with the dirt and the water under one big blue sky
Cause the good book don’t do it for me, I’d rather look in a hollow tree
And we wish that a few politicians would give it a try.
Well I met her in the redwood grove and she taught me how to pray
Said take off your shoes get baptized boy and wash those blues away
Oh Julie I tell you truly sure would like to stay
Here in the redwood Grove down by the bay
My drive to work in the park’s over half an hour
And I sit and run my Ranger just a-keepin' my toes hot
But we set our eyes on a life that’s higher, souls burning bright with a hypocrite fire
So it’s about time we shit or get off the pot
Well I met her in the redwood grove and she taught me how to pray
Said take off your shoes get baptized boy and wash those blues away
Oh Julie I tell you truly part of my heart’s with you to stay
Here in the redwood Grove down by the bay
Now we got to be ready for a fight
But there’s a million kinds of battles and ways of standing strong
And I ain’t saying mister Abbey with his monkey wrench was right
But I guess I’m sayin that I’m not ready to say he’s wrong
Well I met her in the redwood grove and she taught me how to pray
Said take off your shoes get baptized boy and wash those blues away
Well I hope my road leads back to you again one day
Julie and the redwoods and the bay
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Sing a last song with me my friends, my pretty friends, my happy friends
Sing a last song with me my friends, for I’ll be gone in the morning
Cause I got a little something deep in my belly underneath the bread and the wine
Got a little feeling talking to me, saying boy you got to be flying
Pour a last glass with me my friends, my pretty friends, my happy friends
Pour a last glass with me my friends, for I’ll be gone in the morning
Cause I got a little something deep in my belly underneath the bread and the wine
Got a little feeling talking to me, saying boy you got to be flying
Kick a last dance with me my friends, my pretty friends, my happy friends
Kick a last dance with me my friends, for I’ll be gone in the morning
Cause I got a little something deep in my belly underneath the bread and the wine
Got a little feeling talking to me, saying boy you got to be flying
So rest you well my weary friends, my pretty friends, my happy friends
Kiss me now my loving friends, for I’ll be gone in the morning
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