I BELIEVE I'll DUST MY BROOM

(Robert Johnson)

I'm getting up soon, in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm getting up soon in the morning, baby, I believe I'll dust my broom
Yeah, you know I love a boy, you know I do
Yeah, my friends can't have my room

I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
Yeah, I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
If I don't find him in Mississippi
he's in New Orleans, I know

Well, I don't want no man wants every downtown girl he meets
No, I don't want no man wants every downtown girl he meets
If he don't give me the loving
I want that boy back on the street

Well, I believe I'm coming home
Yeah, I believe, I believe,
I believe I'll go back home
I'm gonna leave my baby, break up my happy home

THE COAST OF PERU

(?)
[Note: usually performed as an intro to `Mariner's Song']


HOT BURRITO #1 (I'M YOUR TOY)
(Chris Etheridge & Gram Parsons)
Copyright 1969 Irving Music Inc.(BMI)
[From the Flying Burrito Brothers' "The Gilded Palace of Sin" LP]

You may be sweet and nice
but that won't keep you warm at night
'cause I'm the one who showed you how
to do the things you're doing now
He may feel all your charms
He may hold you in his arms
but I'm the one who let you in
I was right beside you then

Once upon a time you let me feel you deep inside
and nobody knew and nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried?
I'm your toy, I'm your ol' boy
and I don't want no one but you to love me
No, I wouldn't lie
you know I'm not that kind of guy

LUNGS

(Townes Van Zandt)
Silver Dollar Music

Well, won't you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe up the time that's passing
Breath I'll take and breath I'll give and pray the day's not poison
Stand among the ones that live in lonely indecision

Fingers walk the darkness down
Mind is on the midnight
"Gather up the gold you've found,
you fool, it's only moonlight
and if you try to take it home your hands will turn to butter
You better leave this dream alone, try to find another"

Salvation sat and crossed herself and called The Devil partner
Wisdom burned upon a shelf
"Who'll kill the raging cancer?"
Seal the river at it's mouth
Take the water prisoner
Fill the skies with screams and cries
Bathe in fiery answers

Jesus was an only son and love his only concept
Strangers talk in foreign tongues and dirty up the doorstep
and I for one, and you for two ain't got time for outside
Just keep your injured looks to you
we'll tell the world we tried

Keep your injured looks to you
we'll tell the world we tried

THE GOOD AND THE BAD

(Ted Hawkins)

Living is good when you have someone to share it with
Laughter is bad when there is no one there to share it with
Talking is sad if you've got no one to talk to
Dying is good when the one you love grows tired of you

Sugar is no good once it's cast among the white sand
What's the point in pulling the gray hairs from among the black strands?
When you're old you shouldn't walk in the fast lane
Oh, ain't it useless to keep trying to draw true love from that man

He'll hurt you, yes just for the sake of hurting you
and he'll hate you if you try to love him just the same
He'll use you and everything you have to offer him
On your way girl
Get out and find you someone new

Blues Eyed Saviour     


Where'd you go my blue eyed saviour
Where'd you go my darling one
Lying on that field of honour
Not sure what you're waiting on
And she won't let him through the door
Her mind is ticking through those tumbling years
The one's he promised he'd be there for
She says, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die"
I've never heard such nonsense
I've never heard such lies

What to do with our sputtering engine
What to do with our fading star
Leaving us to wander freely
Trying to find out where we are
And I can't bear to see him go
There is just too much left on the table
There has been too much left alone
She says, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die"
I've never heard such nonsense
I've never heard such lies

Listen to my wide eyed bundle
Listen to them assail the night
Lost again in their caves of wonder
Leaving us alone outside
And I can barely stand the simple pleasure
Each breath carrying just a little more weight
As I bend to adjust the comforter
I think, "hope: the belief that loved ones will never die"
I've never heard such nonsense
I've never heard such lies

Brothers Under The Bridge      


Bruce Springsteen


Saigon, it was all gone
The same Coke machines as the streets I grew on
Down a mesquite canyon we come walking along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Campsite's an hour's walk from the nearest road to town
Up here there's too much brush and canyon for the CHP choppers to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just wanna live
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light
Billy Devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
We buried his body in the white stone high up along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Had enough of town and the street life
Over nothing you end up on the wrong end of someone's knife
Now I don't want no trouble and I ain't got none to give
Me and the brothers under the bridge

I come home in '72
You were just a beautiful light in your mama's dark eyes of blue
I stood down on the tarmac, I was just a kid
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come Veteran's Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues
I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue
One minute you're right there . . . then something slips . . .

Common Disaster      


Michael Timmins


A candle burning for everything I've ever wanted.
A tattoo burned for everything
I've ever wanted and lost.
I had a long list of names that I kept in my back pocket,
but I've cut it down to one and your name's at the top.

I found myself a friend,
but he's crooked as a stick in water.
So now I'm writing fairy tales
to catch the spirit of revenge.
He's got a plan to steal my little sister,
but I'm not too concerned
'cause I will get him in the end.

Going to find me someone to share
a common disaster.
Run away with me from a life so cramped and dull.
Not worry too much about the happily-ever-after.
Just keep the Caddy moving
'til we're well beyond that hill.

Cowboy Junkies Lament     


Baby hit the back door
Breathin' real heavy
Said the boys in the alley
Wouldn't leave her alone
Mama did her make-up in a terrible hurry
She finally got ready
But the boys were gone
Mama don't you worry,
Night's approachin'
There's a hole in heaven
Where some sin slips through
Just close your eyes and dream real steady
Maybe just a little will spill on you

Dark don't lie
Dreams come true
Could be a few will see you through

Old lady Rose, lookin' down her nose
At lonely Miss Lily hiding in the hall
Lily's just praying for the trial to be over
Lady Rose just waiting for the axe to fall
Show me off on the way to town
The sky's still shiny
And the earth's still brown
Tell the judge I'm ready for the vases
Gonna dance in their faces
When the guitar sounds

Won't be long
I won't be gone
Been leaning toward the shadows all along

Those in the know say so it goes
You plan on reapin', you better sow
You plan on sleepin',
You better keep movin'
Sleepin' ain't allowed around here,
You know

Snake eyes cry
Boxcars sigh
Seven's stuck in the middle
Just wonderin' why

Dark don't lie
Dreams come true
All it takes is one or two
Maybe just a few will see you through

Cutting Board Blues      


If you've gone and made your mind up
About leaving tomorrow
Take it all, but leave
My cutting board behind

I can see my way ahead
I reach this closed doorway
Try as i might
I can't find my way behind

Do you see the end of time
Or a new level
Next time, alone
We'll leave the others behind

If you've gone and made your mind up
'bout leaving tomorrow
Take it all, but leave
My cutting board behind

 December Skies      


Michael Timmins


September skies,
bodies falling
Never again will you catch me admiring
those vast September skies.

October skies,
hate is flying.
Crimson leaves slowly falling
from azure October skies.

Time to kill our children
and sing about it.
Let’s all kill our children
and sing about it.

November skies,
heart is sinking.
No telling where they’re leading
these grey November skies.

Time to kill our children
and sing about it.
Let’s all kill our children
and sing about it.

December skies, star will be rising. Will we heed those lessons ringing through those dark December skies.

Time to kill our children
and sing about it.
Let’s all kill our children
and sing about it.