I Heard it in a Song

This is my current favorite. For months I had the fragment “I never lived the kind of life I like to sing about,” but didn’t know what to do with it. I woke up about a week ago with most of the rest of it.

I never worked a farm or been down in the hole
Never rode the rails or heard a lonesome whistle blow
Things are different now, those times are long gone
But I know what life was like back then cause I heard it in a song

     I heard it in a song, and it means so much to me
     The old songs can touch my heart and set my spirit free
     When they sing about the old days, I start to hum along
     I know life was good back then cause I heard it in a song

They worked real hard ‘til the day came to an end
Spent evenings on the porch with family and friends
Went to church on Sunday, they all knew right from wrong
I know all these things are true cause I heard it in a song

I never lived the kind of life I like to sing about
I spend my days behind the wheel on this delivery route
But the radio is playing and my heart is beating strong
I dream about the good life cause I heard it in a song

I Should Not Have Turned and Walked Away

This is by far the darkest song I’ve written. I think it turned out well, but I don’t know yet whether it will stay in the repertoire. The melody was based on the Old School Baptist song “When Sorrows Encompass Me Round”, but has drifted quite far from it.

I should not have turned and walked away
When they blamed my friend instead of me
We both knew the trouble our little joke could bring
But I didn’t want them thinking I could do such a thing
So I turned and walked away

     I should not have turned and walked away
     I should not have turned and walked away
     But to do the right thing would have cost me my pride
     So I turned and walked away

I should not have turned and walked away
When I saw the coach hurt that little boy
The both of them knew that I’d seen what he’d done
But it would have cut short the career I’d just begun
So I turned and walked away

     I should not have turned and walked away
     I should not have turned and walked away
     But to do the right thing might would cost me my dreams
     So I turned and walked away

I should not have turned and walked away
When I saw the truck hit that little girl
She might not have died if I’d taken the time
But when you save a life you put your own life on the line
So I turned and walked away

     I should not have turned and walked away
     I should not have turned and walked away
     But to do the right thing would have cost me my life
     So I turned and walked away

Have Mercy on the Working Man

This song is more calculated than most of those I’ve written. The structure is deliberately strange. I don’t know if it will end up working. I’ve spent way more time than usual tweaking the words, and am still not especially happy with the words. This is the first song I’ve written with Chris; he provided the melody.

I went to see the doctor for the pain in my chest
Temperature rising, feeling distressed
Tossing and turning, can’t find my rest

Doc said I’d be glad to set you straight
But your last few payments have been a little late
If you can’t pay cash, you’ll just have to wait

     Have mercy on the working man, trying to find a way
     To live his life the best he can and work another day

I know my payments have fallen behind
But times are tough, my income has declined
Please have mercy, ease my worried mind

Doc said I’m sorry, nothing I can do
If you were busted, Uncle Sam would see you through
But while you’re still working, the bills come to you

     Have mercy on the working man, trying to find a way
     To live his life the best he can and work another day

Treadmill I’m walking stretches on and on
Too rich for assistance, too poor to get along
But things will get better once my money is gone

     Have mercy on the working man, trying to find a way
     To live his life the best he can and work another day

Get Back in Line

This song was inspired musically by the Flatt & Scruggs song “Get in Line Brother”, lyrically by the old Kinks song “Get Back in the Line”. It’s mostly an excuse for Chris to show off his Scruggs-style guitar playing.

Work within the system, learn to get along
That’s the best way to righten the wrongs
Don’t start fussing that it ain’t good enough
If you keep on making noise things may start to get rough

     Get back in line, my brother, get back in line
     Stick with the duties that you’ve been assigned
     If you want to make a difference, learn to lead from behind
     Get back in line, my brother, get back in line

Patience is a virtue, not a disgrace
Slow and steady will win us the race
Stand near the back when the bosses come around
It’s the nail that sticks up that gets hammered down

Things today are looking mighty bleak
But like it says in the Bible, blessed are the meek
Learn to get along for all that you’re worth
If you don’t rock the boat, you’ll inherit the earth

Six White Horses

This was inspired by songs called “Six White Horses” by both Bill Monroe and Gillian Welch. But I only stole the idea of six white horses, plus the “coming after me” from Welch. The melody is basically “Mystery Train” as heard by the Ridgewood Boys.

Six white horses met the train today
Took up their burden and slowly rode away
Six white horses driving down the road
Heads bowed down by the weight of the load

Six white horses pulling up the hill
Townspeople watching, silent and still
Six white horses coming two by two
Still can’t believe what we asked him to do

Six white horses coming round the bend
Laid down his life for the love of his friends
Six white horses stopping at my door
To bring home the boy who’d gone off to war

Six white horses coming after me
Today the Lord is gonna set me free

Save the Roses

My attempt at a country song.

Once I wanted to climb to the top of the heap
Wanted praise for the things I had done
But now all I want is a good night’s sleep
Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

     Save the roses for when I am gone
     Don’t need praise for the things I have done
     Just looking for a friend who’ll stand by me to the end
     Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

I piled up a fortune to see me to the end
Then all my plans came undone
Now nothing’s more precious than the love of a friend
Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

I wanted people to look up to me
To think that I was the one
But fame has a price, while the good life is free
Save the roses for when I’m dead and gone

Will Work For Food

Another song from Peter Rowan’s Bluegrass Boy CD.

Time was a man felt like something
Working for hard earned pay
When you’ve got nothing, nobody gives nothing
Not even the time of day

     Homeless and hungry
     I done everything that I could
     Heartbroke and homeless and hungry
     I will work for food

There’s a ramshackle shack in the country
Where a willow weeps over the door
I wander the streets of your city
No home in this world no more

Policeman told me this morning
Pack up and be on my way
Begging ain’t no part of nothing
Hard times are here to stay

A Jealous Heart and a Worried Mind

Wow, do I love this song by Peter Rowan. It comes from his Bluegrass Boy CD, which I think is a modern classic. Here’s our attempt at it.

When the blues come knocking at my door
I can’t sleep, I walk the floor
On my knees, no peace I find
With a jealous heart and a worried mind

     Those skies is black and I’m so blue
     Why did I give my heart to you
     Talk is cheap and love is blind
     With a jealous heart and a worried mind

A jealous heart, like a ball and chain
I recall your love in vain
You tore apart the ties that bind
With a jealous heart and a worried mind

Worried mind will never let you rest
You hurt the one you love the best
You treat your darling so unkind
With a jealous heart and a worried mind

Pepper Spray

A new song, set to our arrangement (slightly modified) of “Pallet on Your Floor”. You are probably familiar with the incident which inspired it.

     Put down that can of pepper spray
     Holster your taser, put the paint ball gun away
     Don’t sell them your soul, no matter what they pay
     Put down that can of pepper spray

They’ll pay you a thousand bucks a week
To gas any kid who tries to speak
Dress you like a stormtrooper, tell you this is war
Won’t tell you what you’re fighting for

They’ll pay you to sacrifice your soul
To show the world they’re in control
Make you spray it down the throat, in the eyes, in the face
Pay you to live with the disgrace

There’s still time to change your mind
Leave the one percent behind
Tear up that paycheck, just turn and walk away
Put down that can of pepper spray

Satan’s Jeweled Crown

Here’s a song we just learned, from the Louvin Brothers. It’s well known, and I don’t know why we didn’t add it to the repertoire before now.

    Satan’s jewel crown I’ve worn it so long
     But God for my soul has reached down
     His love set me free He made me his own
     And helped me cast off Satan’s jewel crown

If I could be king and ruler of nations
Wear jewels and diamonds profound
I’d rather know that I have salvation
Then to know my reward is Satan’s jewel crown

When I lived my life so reckless and evil
Drinking and running around
The things I would do were the will of the devil
I was giving my soul for Satan’s jewel crown