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| The Art Of Virtue (2005) | |
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| Just Like Christmas (2004) | |
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Just Like Christmas...............................................3:45 Written by Adrienne Young & Jim Photoglo |
| Plow To The End Of The Row (2003) | |
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PLOW TO THE END OF THE ROW LYRICS
Plow to the End of the Row
Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey
We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Wake up in the morning and plow to the end of the row
Down to the kitchen with my feet still bare
Children to the table, papa say a prayer
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Down to the kitchen, got to plow to the end of the row
Cornbread for breakfast, won’t ya' boil the grinds
Got to cut the furrow ‘fore the sun gets high
Got to plow, plow to the end of the row
Cornbread for breakfast and I plow to the end of the row
Sun just broke out over the trees
I got a aching in my back and a tremblin’ in my knes
If the mule won’t pull then the plow won’t go
If the seed don’t set, crop won’t grow
Chickens to the market, seven miles to town
Gotta make it home ‘fore the sun goes down
Big storm coming, I can see it in the sky
Hope it don’t hit ‘fore the clothes get dry
I got rocks in my shoes, dirt in my eyes
Working like a dog til the day I die
You got to plow, plow to the end of the row
I got rocks in my shoes when I plow to the end of the row
My baby’s waitin’ for me at the end of the day
She likes to ball the jack in the sweetest way
Gotta plow, plow to the end of the row
My baby’s waiting’ for me so I plow to the end of the row
Wake up in the mornin’ in the moonlight grey
We got dirt to break we got a note to pay
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Wake up in the mornin’ and plow to the end of the row
Leather Britches
Little boy, little boy
Where’d you get your britches
Mama cut the leather out
Daddy made the stitches
Leather britches full of stitches
Mama sewed the buttons on
Daddy kicked him out of bed
Because he had his britches on
Home Remedy
It’s a home remedy when you put your arms around me
I know the working day is through
You’re the right recipe never failing to astound me
Time proven tried and true
Passion flowers, love in bloom
Solar power lighting up the room
You’re a soulful feeling, and my natural high
A touch of healing in the night, feels so right
You brought your laughter, I gave my trust
You showed me patience and a healthy dose of lust
Can’t advertise it, can’t box it up
But I have tried it and I’ll never get enough of the
Things we say without a sound
The way you turn my world around
It’s a home remedy when you put your arms around me
This old world is shining new
Such a sweet mystery, never failing to astound me
Time proven tried and true
Like a home remedy, oh baby put your arms around me
Sweet mystery, time proven tried and true
Like a home remedy, you’re my home remedy
Tried and true, like a home remedy
Sadie’s Song
Pretty boy, my faithless fallen angel
Took me completely in his arms
In his eyes I saw Eden’s garden
But the serpent lay hidden in his charms
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
'Til that fateful day when I followed him there
He said, "Climb, little Sadie higher
Spread them downy wings and fly
You will find your crown of gilded glory next to mine
Climb, little Sadie, climb."
Icy winds up on Lookout Mountain
Chilled two bodies to the bone
But for that man, I did gladly lay down
My back upon a bed of stone
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Til that fateful day when I followed him there
He said, "Climb, little Sadie higher
Spread them downy wings and fly
You will find your crown of gilded glory next to mine
Climb, little Sadie, climb."
Something’s wrong, I heard my voices whisper
I heard ‘em whisper something’s wrong
A single shot, he said, “Fare thee well, Sadie”
The round was cold, my breath was gone
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
'Til that fateful day when I followed him there
He said, "Climb, little Sadie higher
Spread them downy wings and fly
You will find your crown of gilded glory next to mine
Climb, little Sadie, climb."
Nipper’s Corner
Bumping down the county road, some sneaky in the beat
Agnes sighs and checks her thighs she’s moving…movin’ through the
Heat, it takes a heavy toll that the people love to pay
So get your roll of dimes and your sippin’ wine
‘Cause forgettin’ time’s the order of the day
Yellow bus drops Gospel Jones, he lost that eye in ‘43
With a soggy smile, he’ll preach a while about losin’
Losin’ nothing but a state of mind like a roll of dice,
You gotta let ‘em fall where they may
But Gospel’s gold is in the glass he holds
And ain’t nobody gonna take it away
Token stories, trading glory for the flame
Stumbling softly, fire gently soothes the soul
Detroit Hank looking for some love raises a glass to Lemon Klein
Looking bold, she’s off parole and gleaming
Scheming from behind a different bar and a darker star
Where everyone takes a seat
‘Cos when you're fightin' time and you're soaked with wine
You forget that you can leave
Gospel’s watching Agnes dancing near the flame
Stumbling softly, fire gently soothes the soul
Heated prancing she keeps dancing with pain
Gospel’s singing – Nipper’s Corner’s gonna blow
Bumpin’ down the county road, some sneaky in the beat
Agnes sighs and drops her eyes
She’s movin’…
I Cannot Justify
I am a white girl but what was I before?
An Onondaga opening the door
Coulda been a pilgrim hungry for to pray
Or a roaming buffalo soon to fade away
Was I a little boy hiding underground
An angry soldier sent to shoot John Brown
Might have been red clay staining tired feet
Of a broken army suffering defeat
Let me grow from these clothes
That cling so tightly to my soul
How can I justify the narrow vantage
Of these eyes
Such a good disguise, I cannot justify
A hooded demon did I wear bloody boots
Did I fall like thunder torn from ancient roots
Black wing vulture peckin’ heartbroke bones
Or was I an orphan born to die alone
Let me grow from these clothes
That cling so tightly to my soul
How can I rectify the narrow vantage
Of these eyes
Such a good disguise, I cannot justify
I am a white girl but what was I before
Conestoga
I have wandered through the hills of better days
Broken my own heart with my cheatin’ ways
So I’ll try to make amends I will rectify
All the time I spent more dead than alive
Darlin’ hitch up the Conestoga
Ride my gently to and fro
I have searched many a lifetime
All for what I do not know
All for what I know
Give me freedom like the flight of a raven’s wing
Lie down with the sun, rise and start to sing
Lonesome doves will always find their way back home
But there’s seed to feed anywhere they roam
I will take the reins when you need to sleep
I will soothe your pain if your back grows weak
But first these words you must speak
I am ready to go, I’m ready to go
Darlin’ pack up the Conestoga
Ride my gently sweet and low
I have searched many a lifetime
All for what I do not know
All for what I know
Ready to go…ready to go
Poison
Gonna take a long time to get over you
Love’s poison addiction offers me no rescue
Gonna be a hard road back to where I started from
‘Cause you touched the deepest part of me and
Filled me with your song
And I sang along
I believe in you and what you gotta do
But what you’re going through is poison,
Poision to the two of us
Used to stand so tall
'Til I took the fall, greatest fall of all
Was when I fell for you
Our cloudy skies held lonely forms
Your anger familiar thick as air before a storm
Now lookin’ back I know the truth was plain to see
I built my world around you cause I
I needed to believe
And I still believe
Time and time again we tried so hard to win
But the pleasures of a foolish paradise
Is nothing but a sin
Her Eyes Were Watching God
To prey upon a kind and generous heart
To turn away from and leave a mark
To go too far just to make youself feel better
But you could not steal her song
Her eyes were watching god
Never felt any pain at all
From gravel to gold she walks
She’s not long for this world
She’s not long for this
To plant the smallest seed
That bears the bitterest fruit
To still believe the sweetest truth
Hold up the lie 'til the sun shines through it
Don’t you let them steal your song
Your eyes are watching god
No need to feel any shame at all
From gravel to gold we walk
You’re not long for this world
You’re not long for this
Moving towards the light
Peace follows the fight
Our eyes are watching god
No need to feel any pain at all
From gravel to gold we walk
We’re not long for this world
We’re not long for this…
Blinded by Stars
My blood does remember the rhythm of a drum
Beat by a boy soldier whose revolution won
I’ve carried pretty flowers to fallen heroes graves
And stood in silence honoring the price our fathers paid
Blinded by stars, tangled in stripes
This was their flag but this ain’t their fight
Dirty with oil, tattered by spite
This is our flag but this ain’t our fight
So what do you call justice and what is freedom for
Don’t let the towncrier decide if we go to war
'Cause this ain’t about your mettle
The choice is of the soul
And hate is never brave while mercy’s always, always bold
Blinded by stars, tangled in stripes
This is our flag but that ain’t our fight
Dirty with oil tattered by spite
This is our flag but that ain’t our fight
This is my flag but this ain’t my fight
Now I was born a rebel, I question what I’m told
No wonder this young skin I’m wearin’ feels so old
Don’t be blinded by stars tangled in stripes
This is our flag but this ain’t our fight
Dirty with oil tattered by spite
This is our flag but that ain’t our fight
This is my flag but this ain’t my fight
Soldier’s Joy
I am my mama’s darlin’ boy
I am my mama’s darlin’ boy
I am my mama’s darlin’ boy
Play a little tune called Soldier’s Joy
It's 15 cents for morphine
And 25 cents for beer
It’s 15 cents for morphine
Gonna take me away from here
I love somebody, yes I do
I love somebody, yes I do
I love somebody, yes I do
I love somebody and it might be you
I’m a gonna get a drink, don’t you wanna go
I’m a gonna get a drink, don’t you wanna go
I’m a gonna get a drink, don’t you wanna go
Go down that Georgia road
Lonesome Road Blues
I walked on down that lonesome line
Hung my head and I cried
I wept and I cried under a willow tree
Out by the deep blue sea
My mama, my dear papa can be found,
And my brother on a county road
Now I been down that long plank walk,
I’m on my way back home
You cause me to weep, you do cause me to moan
You cause me to leave my home
I cried last night and the night before
I swear I won’t cry anymore
Your fast mail train comin' round that track
Killed my brown eyed boy
They took him down that smoky track
Brought him back on a cooling board
Now I’m lookin' down that lonesome line
Just as far as I care to see
I have no money lost my brown eyed boy
These blues won’t set me free
You do cause me to weep, you do cause me to moan
You cause me to leave my home
I cried last night and the night before
I swear I won’t cry anymore
Satan, Yer Kingdom Must Come Down
Satan yer kingdom must come down
Satan yer kingdom must come down
I heard the voice of Jesus say
Satan yer kingdom must come down
Shout til I tear your kingdom down
Shout til I tear your kingdom down
I heard the voice of Jesus say
Shout til I tear your kingdom down
THE ART OF VIRTUE LYRICS
Art of Virtue
By Adrienne Young & Will Kimbrough
Gonna start a revolution,
Made of action, not of words
Practicing the Art of Virtue
A joy ride on the learning curve
Gonna keep my eyes wide open
'Til I have something to say
Start to put my house in order
Save some money for a rainy day
Gonna do just what I ought to
Finish what I say I’ll do
Spend my time on something useful
Worry less and speak the truth
I’d like to learn some moderation
Know just when enough’s enough
Meditate on being tranquil
Injure none and bear no grudge
I let go of my resistance
I know God is inside me
I’m waitin’ for the real thing, honey
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with chastity
If I could walk the path of Jesus
Live each day the best I can
Follow in those humble footsteps
I might reach the promised land
Gonna start a revolution
Made of action, not of words
Practicing the Art of Virtue
A joy ride on a learning curve
Come and join this revolution
Made of action, not of words
Practicing the Art of Virtue
It’s all the rage, oh have you heard?
Hills and Hollers
By Adrienne Young and Mark D. Sanders
Well I feel like a stranger in my own hometown
There’s traffic in the air where there used to be the sound
Of tall trees growin’ and kids runnin’ wild
Or maybe I was lookin’ through the eyes of a child
But I swear…
There used to be
Hills and hollers here
Wild turkey and the white tailed deer
Creeks runnin’ crystal clear
Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico
Moonshine on the mountaintop
Daddy sawin’ fiddle like he never gonna stop
Lord, if these hills could talk
They’d say sing me a song that goes
Oh, mama leave the light on
Oh, shine like the sun on the shadows of history
They laid the first paved road back in ‘45
Now you gotta have wheels if you’re gonna survive
Blacktop over gravel
Gravel over mud
Seems the oil in our veins runs thicker than the blood
But I swear…
There used to be
Hills and hollers here
Wild turkey and the white tailed deer
Creeks runnin’ crystal clear
Water on its way to the Gulf of Mexico
Moonshine on the mountaintop
Daddy sawin’ fiddle like he never gonna stop
Lord, if these hills could talk
They’d say sing me a song that goes
Oh, mama leave the light on
Oh, shine like the sun on the shadows of history
Jump the Broom
By Adrienne Young and Will Kimbrough
"Join two hands, this broom step over
take a sweet kiss from your own true lover”
Diamond birthright Painted Flower
Seventeen years and six long hours
Out the window stares a girl
Kentucky wonder head full of curls
She ain’t my mama this ain’t my world
Too much swine for just one Pearl
Jump the broom, jump the broom
Fly me away from this dark room
Can’t go too far can’t leave too soon
Love take my hand let’s jump the broom
Broken bottle on the floor
Whiskey drippin’ down through the boards
Old man shoutin’ come back and fight
Young man run into the night
Was late last summer down by the creek
Two young lovers fell warm and sweet
Kindred spirits kindred scars
Jordan’s banks didn’t seem so far
Jump the broom, jump the broom
Fly me away from this dark room
Can’t go too far can’t leave too soon
Love take my hand let’s jump the broom
New moon risin’ dark and still
Pearl’s a droppin’ from her windowsill
Tears burn and gather in brown eyes
Little sister waves goodbye
Now young Corey’s waitin’ down by the gate
Can’t call the preacher, it’s much too late
But that don’t stop his bended knee NO NO
Pretty Pearl girl marry me!
Jump the broom, jump the broom
Fly me away from this dark room
Can’t go too far can’t leave too soon
Love take my hand let’s jump the broom
My Sin is Pride
By Will Kimbrough and Tim Littlefield
I let you walk away
I kept it all inside
Swore you’d be back someday
My Sin Is Pride
I could have reached out to you
But I felt like my hands were tied
I’m always bound to prove
My Sin Is pride
Wasted so many words
When I told the truth I lied
I never will confess
My Sin Is Pride
I’ve chosen a narrow path
Lost sight of the road so wide
But I never will look back
My Sin Is Pride
Nobody sees the pain
Nobody knows I’ve cried
I never will confess
My sin is pride
I never will confess
My Sin Is Pride
My Love Will Keep
By Adrienne Young and Mark D. Sanders
Baby were you just about to kiss me
Or were you just about to leave
Come and sit down here beside me
Maybe take a moment just to breathe
Well I could say I’m sorry
And I could tell you I was wrong
I just can’t say FOREVER
But here after from NOW ON
I love you in the winter when the roots grow deep
Love you in the spring when the leaves turn green
I love you in the summer when the trees grow tall
I love you in the fall of the year
When the leaves turn brown
When they cover the ground
Down where the roots grow deep
My love will keep
Why worry ‘bout our future
If we’re not worried ‘bout our past
So don’t you worry ‘bout that question
You’ve been just about to ask
I love you in the winter when the roots grow deep
Love you in the spring when the leaves turn green
I love you in the summer when the trees grow tall
I love you in the fall of the year
When the leaves turn brown
When they cover the ground
Down where the roots grow deep
My love will keep
Pretty Ella Arkansas
By Adrienne Young
Pretty Ella Arkansas
Birthed nine daughters and a son
She was a sure shot with a pistol
And here bare feet loved to run
There was raven hair and brown skin
Green eyes and a crooked smile
There were freckles on her shoulders
From sun-kissed country miles
Well her Papa died in prison
The day she turned 16
Set Ella free from a life of sin
When he got that old TB
Ella’d never known her Mama
‘cept for that picture on the wall
Oh but she blessed her in her prayers each night
Knowin’ someday she would call
Pretty Ella Arkansas
Dangdest thing I ever saw
Racing with a northbound freight
Choose your car and jump inside
Keep the faith and hold on tight
Everything’s gonna be alright
For pretty Ella Arkansas
Just keep following the light
Was in the heat of that same summer
When she met her children’s Pa
At a downtown dance in Hot Springs
Sweat and rhythm filled the hall
When Miller Jacobs saw our girl
He had to blink and rub his eyes
Thought the whiskey must be playin’ tricks
Or there was an angel in disguise
Pretty Ella Arkansas
Dangdest thing I ever saw
Racing with a northbound freight
Choose your car and jump inside
Keep the faith and hold on tight
Everything’s gonna be alright
For pretty Ella Arkansas
Just keep following the light
It happened so fast
Winter blew past
The bride she was dressed in all white
Pretty Ella Arkansas
Birthed nine daughters and a son
Became the mother she’d always wished she’d had
Lived ripe and full to 91
Old Miller Jacobs loved that girl
And when they laid her in the ground
Everybody knew he’d be following soon
As the rain came pourin’down
Pretty Ella Arkansas
Dangdest thing I ever saw
Racing with a northbound freight
Choose your car and jump inside
Keep the faith and hold on tight
Everything’s gonna be alright
For pretty Ella Arkansas
Just keep following the light
Rastus Russell
By Adrienne Young and Mark D. Sanders
It was down in a grove off Curlew Creek
Mrs. Brown went out on her porch to sweep
Was the Sabbath Day, late July
The day Mrs. Brown was bound to die
Was rumor goin’ round about money hid
Not many believed it but Rastus did
All he had in his hand was a Barlow knife
Yeah that’s what he used to take the first two lives
They found the Browns tied to their bed
When the Crumbs drove up the Browns were dead
Old Rastus said hello with a loaded shotgun
Never gave the Crumbs a chance to turn and run
Rastus Russell born of bad blood
Raised on misery, murder, and mud
Only good thing in this whole song
Is Rastus Russell is a-dead and gone
Well Sheriff Ted Tucker saw the mob on the street
Radioed every cop on the beat
Said no warnings given no questions asked
Just find this Rastus and find him fast
The hounds led ‘em down to the old causeway
Found him fishing in Dunedin Bay
Took three strong men to reel him in
And a fourth to finally put the cuffs on him
Rastus Russell born of bad blood
Raised on misery, murder, and mud
Only good thing in this whole song
Is Rastus Russell is a-dead and gone
Nobody’d every broke out of that Clearwater jail
Oh but Rastus did and left a bloody trail
There were red hand prints on a stolen truck
Yeah Rastus was runnin’ out of luck
Some kind won’t stop at anything
He was diggin’ up his mama for her diamond ring
In the graveyard there they laid him love
And that’s a fittin’ end to this trail of woe
Rastus Russell born of bad blood
Raised on misery, murder, and mud
Only good thing in this whole song
Is Rastus Russell is a-dead and gone
Wedding Ring
By Adrienne Young and Mark D. Sanders
I went downtown to the jewelry store
Just a window shopping, that’s all
Lady asked me what I was lookin’ for
I said “a fella ‘bout six feet tall”
Wedding ring, gold and grand
Sure look purty on my left hand
Some man fickle, some man fair
Some man gonna put a wedding ring there
I oughta just find me a doctor type
To help me ring them wedding bells
Oh but leave it to me to loose my heart
To some good lookin’ ne’er do well
Wedding ring, gold and grand
Sure look purty on my left hand
Some man fickle, some man fair
Some man gonna put a wedding ring there
A girl’s obliged to make the most
Of what the Lord done gone and give her
No I ain’t just ribbons and pretty paper
This girl can gosh darn deliver
Now love’s like a rollercoaster I like to ride
And I like to ride full tilt
But mama say who’s gonna buy the cow
When they already got the milk?
Wedding ring, gold and grand
Sure look purty on my left hand
Some man fickle, some man fair
Some man gonna put a wedding ring there
Now girls, whatever you do tonight
Don’t you fall for the banjo player
No you may not see it by the candlelight
But you’re sure gonna see it later
Wedding ring, gold and grand
Sure look purty on my left hand
Some man fickle, some man fair
Some man gonna put a wedding ring there
Don’t Get Weary
By Uncle Dave Macon
Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children
Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball
Nashville full of big hotels,
Chattanooga full of saloons
Knoxville full of Republicans
And Memphis loves the blues
Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children
Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball
Wish I had a sugar rump,
Sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to stir it in
Pretty gal to hand it around
Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children
Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball
Big bee sucks the blossom,
Little bee makes the honey
Poor man picks cotton and corn,
Rich man see the money
Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children
Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball
Daddy had a big ole gal;
He brought her from the South
Hair so curly on her head,
She could not shut her mouth
Don’t get weary, don’t get weary children
Don’t get weary, I’m coming from the ball
People on the corner
Watching us go by
Could not see us very long,
'Cause Bobtail, he could fly
Walls of Jericho
By Adrieenne Young
Lookin’ much older
With dust on your shoulder
Well you crashed in this mornin’
Wearin’ only your pride
Highways and freight trains
Drivers with no names
Well you played such a god game it was easy to ride
With a Poor Man’s scheme and
Rich Man’s dream
You ran for your life
Over El Rio into Laredo it was do or die
The stars hung bright on the other side
Well I offered a cold beer
And I said you could stay here
I swallowed my own fear
'Cause I knew what was right
We spoke in a language that was
Here before Cambridge
Colored bright terracotta and aquamarine
With a Poor Boy’s Dream and a
Rich man’s scheme you sacrificed
The warmth of your wife’s hand
Your children and homeland for a roll of dice
A bitter slice of American Pie
Mighty walls of Jericho
Toppled by the sound of tiny feet
Trumpets sound and we will know
Just who’s sitting in the driver’s seat
Oh these walls are comin’ down
Getting back to the ground
And there’ll be victory
In the sound of their defeat
Well you slept when the dawn came
So I undid the latch chain
I walked down to the riverbank
And thought about life
Just when did this happen
Was it always the fashion
Playin’ just to win disregarding the price
Such a Rich Man’s scheme using
Poor Boy’s dreams to fight the fight
How far will we go
Pretending we don’t know what is wrong or right
The stars hang bright on the other side
Mighty walls of Jericho
Toppled by the sound of tiny feet
Trumpets sound and we will know
Just who’s sitting in the driver’s seat
Oh these walls are comin’ down
Getting back to the ground
And there’ll be victory
In the sound of their defeat
It’s All the Same
By Adrienne Young and Will Kimbrough
One foot in front of the other
Is hard as hell these days
It’s my choice, a case of any color
What makes me walk away?
One thought after another
Round and round they go
I’ve got to sit still, try to recover
Breathe into what I know
I know there’s one god above us
And that god made everything
And it don’t matter how you worship
How you see the clothes he wore
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
One truth over another
My pride your misery
Wrought this land from the hand of a brother
In the name of Liberty
Granddaddy fought, fought in the big war
While they went without at home
We sacrifice driving in our big cars
Chariots of modern Rome
I know there’s one god above us
And that god made everything
And it don’t matter how you worship
How you see the clothes he wore
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
One war after another
Blind to history
Those to come, will they forgive us
For this waste of life and energy?
One day after another
Waiting for the Son
We stake it all on the coming of a savior
Who’ll right all the wrong we’ve done
I know there’s one god above us
And that god made everything
And it don’t matter how you worship
How you see the clothes he wore
It’s all the same
It’s all the same
Farther Along / Billy In the Low Ground
Traditional, Arr. by Adrienne Young and Broken Drought
Tempted and tried we’re oft made to wonder
Why it should be thus all the day long
While there are others living about us
Never molested though in the wrong
Farther along
We’ll know all about it
Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brother,
Live in the sunshine
We’ll understand it
All by and by
When death has come and taken our loved ones
Leaving a hole so weary and drear
Then do we wonder why other prosper
Living so wicked year after year
Farther along
We’ll know all about it
Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brother,
Live in the sunshine
We’ll understand it
All by and by
Faithful to listen to our loving master
Just a few more days to labor and wait
Toils of the road will then seem as nothing
As we sweep through those beautiful gates
Farther along
We’ll know all about it
Farther along we’ll understand why
Cheer up my brother,
Live in the sunshine
We’ll understand it
All by and by
Brokedown Palace
By Jerome J. Garcia and Robert C. Hunter
Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.
Going to leave this Brokedown Palace,
On my hand and my knees, I will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed, by the waterside
In my time, in my time I will roll, roll, roll
In a bed, in a bed by the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul
River going to take me, sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home
It’s a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago.
Mama, mama many worlds I’ve come since I first left home
Goin’ home, goin’ home, by the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul
Going to plant a weeping willow
On the bank’s edge it will grow, grow, grow.
Sing a lullaby beside the water,
You know lovers come and go, but the river roll, roll, roll.
Fare you well, fare you well,
I love you more than words can tell,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs,
To rock my soul.
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