1. |
Where Nobody Goes
03:32
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WHERE NOBODY GOES ©2013
A big round moon hanging in the sky
owl on a fencepost getting ready to fly
smoke drifts from the chimney wood-burning stove
she lives in the woods where nobody goes
chorus:
Hiding’s almost like running
the past grows dim but does not forget
history creeps up in the shadows
build a fence, build a fence, to not let things in
build a fence, build a fence, to not let things in
South of town and up the back roads
she moves like the mist with the morning dew
her log cabin house and her fields overgrown
she lives in the woods where nobody goes
chorus
The sun falls down below the hills
and the cold breath of winter is a coming still
she’s chopping wood and patching holes
she lives in the woods where nobody goes
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2. |
The Drifter
04:28
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THE DRIFTER ©2018
A drifter rode a train past a station
in a one-horse town
an icy cold wind blowin
his thin coat from off his shoulders
He didn't know where he was going
but the tracks keep traveling on
coal black smoke and that whistle blowing
on the rail riding the rods
chorus:
some say a train can’t be stopped
but beggars and tramps will ride
like some big long black snake
crawling along the countryside
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3. |
Cowboys
03:32
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COWBOYS ©2018
Cowboys like their whisky straight from the bottle
washing down the dirt from the dusty trail
riding creeks and backwoods in wild country
watering their horses in distant ponds
CH: A cowboy’s life is true to the bone
riding the mountain range is home
sitting in a saddle all day long
listening in the night to the coyote’s call
Cowboys like their whisky straight from the bottle
riding into town and raising hell
brushing the dust from a well-worn Stetson
spurs clanking on the old plank road
CH: a cowboy’s life burns in his blood
like the lightning burns in the sky above
scratched by the scrub, the cowboy’s bane
riding the herd in the cold hard rain
There once was a time when a cowboy belonged
but the horses don’t eat concrete and the free range is gone [x2]
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The Mirage Chaser
05:13
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MIRAGE CHASER ©2018
There was a mirage chaser walking across the sand
a weight upon his shoulders and dirt on his hands
He saw a ship a sinking, where the clouds hung low
has a rock in his boot, chafing at his toes
chorus:
He was afraid to go too far
for he might fall off the edge
cause the world is spinnin 'round
and he isn’t sure
what’s real
what’s real
He dreamed he saw clear waters, but hot sand choked his throat
his eyes were lying to him, no comfort in the joke
Days melt into each other, a blend of Berings to get straight
maybe it’s time to start over, if it’s not too late
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5. |
Tomorrow Is a Place
04:10
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Tomorrow Is a Place ©2018
Tomorrow is a place that you get to one day
you unravel the threads from the hats you once wore
you hear a voice from deep inside your soul
say there's no place like tomorrow
Tomorrow is a place where you hide your secrets
in a little box by the bathroom door
behind the corner of your eye
you remember you've been here before
chorus: someone once told me life is a road
you travel til you're tired and then you go home
you store what you know deep in your bones
and remember the places you roamed
Tomorrow is a place where lies are true
there's a lot to see and a lot to do
you can even do your laundry too
you remember you've been here before
tomorrow’s where you go to get things done
stretch your legs, take the dog for a run
all the bad times they’ll be gone
you’ll be happy—tomorrow
chorus
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6. |
Boone County Waltz
04:06
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Boone County Waltz
There’s an old waltz tune that I long to hear
It’s called the Boone County Waltz
When I used to go dancing with the one I loved dear
We’d dance to the Boone County Waltz
Those nights were lovely and fun as could be
We loved to go dancing, my man and me
I loved that old waltz tune, oh play it again
that lovely old Boone County Waltz
My memory goes back to those nights way back when
We danced to the Boone County Waltz
I brush back a tear of how we were then
as we danced to the Boone County Waltz
Where has the time gone, I dream of back when
We’d go a-waltzing, but life’s changed since then
I miss that old waltz tune, oh play it again
That lovely old Boone County Waltz
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7. |
A Dog Named Fred
03:10
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FRED THE WONDERDOG ©2018
I had a dog, his name was Fred, all he did was bark,
he ran away and joined the circus, broke my heart in two
I guess the allure of fame, and the hot spot lights,
relieved him of the boredom of his lonely nights.
A dog needs affection and food from a can
but most of all a dog needs adoring fans
His big night came, and he jumped into a canon
fearless Fred the wonder dog, with reckless abandon
I held my breath, as they lit the fuse
he flew through the air, and disappeared
There was nothing to see, except a hole in the tent
no-one knew, where fearless Fred went
he flew to the moon, the circus clowns said
but I had a sick feeling, my Fred was dead
I slowly shuffled home, sadness in my heart
as I opened my door, I heard Fred bark
He was sitting in his dog bed, with the light turned dim
I guess circus life, just wasn’t for him
A dog needs affection and food from a can
but most of all a dog needs adoring fans
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8. |
Lilacs in Spring Water
04:17
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LILACS IN SPRING WATER ©2013
A warm and cheerful morning
dew drops falling from silent boughs
everything fresh and honest
a light wind blowing in from the south
chorus: I see this perfect world
and everyday is a new day
every day is a new day
daffodils in spring water
Some say the world is full of trouble
and I cant disagree
I guess we have to claim a corner
and dedicate it to love and beauty
chorus [tulips in spring water]
We are born from love
and we grow like the leaves on trees
elegant yet complicated
like lilacs in spring water
chorus [iris in spring water]
chorus [daisies in spring water]
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9. |
Girl by the River
05:53
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Girl by the River ©2013
Near a town by a river
she sits under tall trees
she sings a sad song
her fingers strum six worn strings
There is a longing for something better
doesn’t know what to call it
or how to get there
always looking for a pot of gold on the horizon
chorus:
like the river she carries the debris that drifts in the water down to the sea
she sings and plays and paints a real picture
a moment lost in time
everything slips away
but there’s a new song in the wind inspired from yesterday
everything slips away
but there’s a new song in the wind inspired from yesterday
The river never changes
as the young grow old
picking and grinning and singing
as the water it flows
She had a few dreams
but time has passed her by
always looking for some sort of gold
on the horizon
chorus:
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10. |
Analytical Smile
04:00
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ANALYTICAL SMILE ©2018
He wore an analytical smile and her eyes were symmetrical
they looked at the time and they were late for lunch
They grabbed a cab in the rain which took them there and back again
they grabbed a cab in the rain which took them there and back again
She thought him funny and he thought her sweet
he threw his coat over a puddle on the street
they found a bistro and they got a seat
and the food was savory
Chorus:
He glanced at his watch in the flickering candlelight
if only this were eternity
she sipped gently at her glass of wine, maybe we could shed our problems
and slip off somewhere far into the night
Some dreams are lost, time passes and you forget
a big wheel rolling along, rolling along and never ending
Sometimes dreams just fade away, time passes and you forget
a big wheel rolling along, rolling along and never ending
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11. |
When the Broom Falls
05:39
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WHEN THE BROOM FALLS ©2018
a whisper in the wind
a strange and distant call
shadows slipping past the windows
a - creaking in the hall
a foreboding warning for all to heed
be ready for it all
dark and scary monsters come to dinner
when the broom falls
an evil seeping in
in the cupboards something's rattling
a slight scent of fear
and you're backing towards the door
an icy breath flows down your neck
and freezes on the walls
you should take notice
when the broom falls
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12. |
A Pig's a Pig
03:24
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A PIG’S A PIG ©2013
Well, I took a bucket of perfume
and poured it on a pig
dressed him up in a ballroom gown
with earrings and lipstick
And on that pig I put a wig
and danced him all around
everyone was impressed
he received much applause
Hey didddle diddle and sha la la
hey diddle diddle and sha la la
hey diddle diddle and sha la la
a pigs a pig after all
My pig pretends he's not a pig
he tells those lies again and again
he points at others and pretends he's friends
and everyone believes in him
Hey didddle diddle and sha la la
hey diddle diddle and sha la la
hey diddle diddle and sha la la
a pigs a pig after all
My pig is on television
and he's making up the news
all kinds of positive spin
tailor made for you
But dont believe my pig my friends
he lies alot and more
he will tell you what you want to hear
but he's just a corporate whore
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Pippa Letsky Columbia, Missouri
I was born in England, but I grew up in Canada and Australia. My family came “home” to England when I was 10, but I was already an Aussie at heart, in love with the convict songs from Botany Bay and the same Scotch Irish fiddle tunes as are at the root of American old-time and bluegrass music. I’ve been playing various types of folk music on guitar (mandolin, bass, or fiddle) since I was 12. ... more
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