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In Due Time
03:55
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In due time I'll meet my maker
In good time I'll rest my bones
But for now I'm gonna hold my head high
Ain't no grave gonna keep me home
I've been up in that commonwealth in fall
I've been down to walk them presidential halls
Whether blue sky hanging high over LA
Or the remnants of the flood from yesterday
You don't climb a wall that you built yourself
Keep your friends and your neighbors out
You just spin the wheel and hop on for the ride
There's a river rolling 'round the bend
Upstream, downtown, ain't no end
Follow me now, friend you can't go wrong
Now you stop and wonder where it went
The money's gone and time's all spent
Better change your living for the good
I've been up in that commonwealth in fall
I've been down to walk them presidential halls
Whether blue sky hanging high over LA
Or the remnants of the flood from yesterday
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2. |
Back Road Smile
02:38
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One more row of corn to hoe, little darling
And I think we'll call it a night
Too little from the fields again, little darling
And I know you and me will be alright
And I'll take you back to that place
Where I first saw that back road smile
And there'll be a day when that face
Can erase the lines a while
Three crows watching from the fence, little darling
Do they know where we're going?
Forever on the tracks again, little darling
Wherever our love is flowing
One more row of corn to hoe, little darling
And I think we'll call it a night
Two little from the fields again, little darling
And I know you and me will be alright
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3. |
Skies of Blue
03:57
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An old man once had told me
Son, don't stick around
Don't pass your time under barroom lights
Just a'dreaming in this town
You'll end up on the shelf
Dusty, old, and gray
Or you might end like a bottle
Broke and empty in this way
So don't take me home
I ain't coming back
There's a life somewhere
Further down the track
That shows me that place
Where the river runs
Where skies of blue
Have just begun
Now the leaves fall on the backporch
Rain won't ever end
The stars won't shine and the wind just wines
Alone without a friend
I think about the home road
And how it let me down
Stuck behind and lonesome
Ain't a hope here to be found
I remember on the night
When all was said and done
I'd hum a tune then drink a few
And head out on the run
City lights behind
Highway sign again
Well there ain't a place where a restless man
Can rest his weary head
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Cuckoo By My Window
03:35
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There's a deer over here out walking
Stepping so light and low
When we cross the river then he starts talking
Want to hear him tell me some more
First you catch a trout in a creek bed
Gonna fry him nice and slow
Then you catch my heart in a weekend
Want to hear him tell me some more
Cuckoo by my window
And there's a spruce branch on the floor
And there ain't no good reason
For walking out the door
Rainy days are the ones I leave
And walk my road to hoe
But sunny skies, they make me believe him
Want to hear him tell me some more
Stubbed my toe on a branch out dancing
Looking for I don't know
Could it be I get another chance now?
Want to hear him tell me some more
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Maggie Lee
03:16
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Misery and sweet Maggie Lee
Spent all of their days so happily
She'd pick out some daisies and then pick a fight
She'd kick out her man every Saturday night
Now she walks all alone down in old Jackson Square
Smile at the broken hearts everywhere
No man will know love from sweet Maggie Lee
Because a bird needs two wings to be free
Sweet Maggie Lee, she gave me a smile
Told me she loved me but it's been a while
Coming back home was all she could do
To break my heart anyways and probably yours too
Mississippi, you're an old river boat
The roads and the rivers, they keep me afloat
And all of the boys want to give me a ring
But my hearts full of song and I don't need a thing
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6. |
Richmond Blues (Medley)
04:25
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I'm going to the station
Look upon the board
If the train ain't here
It's somewhere on the road
If I'd a'minded
What Mama said
I'd still be sleeping
In Mama's bed
Honey all night long
Baby all night long
Got the Richmond Blues
Honey all night long
Me being young
And foolish too
I left my home
On account of you
I'd rather be dead
And in my grave
Than in this town
Living this old way
Ain't got no woman
Ain't got no kin
Ain't got nobody
To be bothered with
So if I live
And I don't get killed
I'll make my home
In Louisville
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7. |
Folk Heroes
04:27
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The eighteenth of June had come way too soon
As the red clay had started to break
And the dust they allowed met the sweat on their brow
And on the homes they were trying to make
With cars on the track and the close on their backs
They headed for the grape vines of west
With nothing to find but the passage of time
And the memories of the place they loved best
And so it goes with the worries and woes
That all us folk heroes must end
As John Henry swore that the children he bore
Wouldn't pick up a hammer like him
Sweet Liza Jane she would play in the rain
As her daddy set wood on the stove
And the locals down town they would mix in the crowd
With strangers who ramble and rove
Just like Darling Cory we've all got our stories
Though some may escape history
And by the words of Leadbelly, John Hurt and Blind Willie
How it was is how it will be
Some pigs in a pen have stood taller than men
Some men may sink lower than mud
Like that cruel Stack O'Lee on his last killing spree
Who's life we'll remember in blood
You can shout from the hills or the brick-laden mills
Or the fields where the green corn stands tall
That a man's just a man and he does what he can
And all who shall rise has to fall
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Green Heron New Hampshire
The music of Green Heron stretches across the entire folk landscape. Old-time, folk, bluegrass, country, Irish and blues music are all represented as the band brings the back porch to the stage.
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