"Jesus Is Just Alright"

   
(Reynolds)

Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right, Oh yeah
Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right

I don't care what they may know
I don't care where they may go
I don't care what they may know
Jesus is just all right, oh yeah
Jesus is just all right

I don't care what they may say
I don't care what they may do
I don't care what they may say
Jesus is just all right, oh yeah
Jesus is just all right

Do, do, do, etc.

Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right, Oh yeah
Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right

Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right, Oh yeah
Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right

"There Must Be Someone (I Can Turn To)"

   
(V.Gosdin / C.Gosdin / R.Gosdin)

There must be someone I can turn to
Someone like me, lonely too
All my life I've been alone, got no friends, got no home
And there must be someone I can turn to

Well all my so called friends have turned their backs on me
They were lookin' for someone I just couldn't be
Let them go and have their fun, unaware of the harm they've done
And there must be someone I can turn to

Now if all the tears that I should have cried are still inside me
Why can't a man be accepted for what he has to be
Must I live my whole life through not knowin' what to do
Oh there must be someone I can turn to
Turn to, turn to, turn to
Oh there must be someone I can turn to
Turn to, turn to, turn to

"Gunga Din"

   
(Parsons)

I'm writing this here letter from abroad a D.C.8
Headin' into Angel town, I hope it's not too late

It rained in New York City, Mr.Rock'n Roll couldn't stay
The crowd was mad and we were bad, chasin' the sun back to L.A.

Have breakfast with me mama, I hope they'll let us in
Got a leather jacket on, you know that it's a sin
Gunga Din

Sittin' backwards on this airplane, it's bound to make me sick
Spend your life on a D.C.8, never get to bed, settle down in the blue

Now we're over Kansas where the clouds are flowing by
The whole wide world looks back at me
Just like a mushroom high, I wonder why

"Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)"

   
(Guthrie / Hoffman)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps
They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border
To take all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border
And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves

The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
The great ball of fire it shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves?
Radio said, "They are just deportees"

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can raise our good crops?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on out topsoil
And be known by no names except "deportees"

"Armstrong, Aldrin And Collins"

   
(Manners / Seely)

Minus 20 in counting...19..18..17..16..15..14..13..12..11..
10..9..8..7..6..5.. we have ignition..3..2..1..
We have lift off

Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins were launched away in space
Millions of hearts were lifted, proud of the human race
Space control at Houston, radio command
The team below that gave the go they had God's helping hand

"Way Beyond The Sun"

   
(arr.R.McGuinn)

I'm going back baby way behind the sun
I'm going back baby way behind the sun
I'm gonna find me some honey and I just might bring you some
Well I'm going back baby don't you want to go
I'm going back baby don't you want to go
Goodbye to trouble never come back no more

You're gonna go out and find one of those fancy men
You better go out and find one of those fancy men
He'll roll you over in the clover and never come back again
Well I'm going back baby way behind the sun
Yes I'm going back baby way behind the sun
I'm gonna find me some honey and I just might bring you some

"Mae Jean Goes To Hollywood"

   
(Jackson Browne)

Honey when I brought you here you said that you would sing(?)
You said that you would win(?) your way to fortune and fame
Now I've given everything to keep you warm and clean
I didn't bat an eye when you changed your name
I'm getting tired of hearing people call you someone else
I'm getting tired of seeing you go to work in the morning and eating
supper by myself
Now this Hollywood producer has offered you the world
He lets you drive his sporty new Camero
Wonder just how many girls he's told that story to
How many dreams have gone away in sorrow
I'm getting tires of biting my nails and pumping gasoline
I'm getting tired of waiting for you to figure out why this city is

Mae Jean run back home with me and I'll go back to working on your
daddy's farm
Mae Jean run back home with me
This wicked cities bound to do us harm
Now all this time I helped you with your promising career
I never said one word about your singing
I just want to let you know that you'll still be my star
If you say goodbye to Hollywood
And do your singing in the shower

Mae Jean run back home with me back to where the air is clean + free
May Jean run back home with me
If this city doesn't get us first it's gonna sink into the sea

"Fiddler A Dram"

   
(Trad. arr. Roger McGuinn)

I got goin', Jenny come along
Here come John, big boots on
I got goin', Jenny come along
Here come Johnny with his big boots on

I got goin', Jenny come along
Pretty little girl with a red dress on
She put it on, I put it on
Here come Johnny with his big boots on

Come on people give the fiddler a dram
Come on people give the fiddler a dram
Come on people give the fiddler a dram
Come on and give the fiddler a dram

I got a dog
Sitting on a fence
And I haven't seen the damn thing since
Worked all day with a bottle in my hand
Come on and give the fiddler a dram

Come on people give the fiddler a dram
Come on give the fiddler a dram
Come on people give the fiddler a dram
Come on and give the fiddler a dram

I got goin', Jenny come along
Twenty long years since I've been gone
I got goin', Jenny come along
Here come Johnny with his big boots on

Fiddler a dram, Fiddler a dram
Come on give the fiddler a dram
Fiddler a dram, Fiddler a dram
Come on give the fiddler a dram

"Build It Up"

   
(White/Parsons)

[Instrumental]

"Lover Of The Bayou"

   
(McGuinn / Levy)

Catfish pie in gris gris bag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Mark your doorstep with a half wet rag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Raised and swam with the crocodile
Snake-eye taught me the Mojo style
Sucking weed on chicken bile
I'm the lover of the bayou

I learned the key to the master look
I learned to float in the water clock
I learned to capture the lightning shock
I'm the lover of the bayou
And I got cat's an' teeth and hair for sale
I'm the lover of the bayou
Look out, look out, Baron Zombies on your tail
I'm the lover of the bayou

I cooked the bat in the gumbo pan
I drank the blood, drank the blood from a rusty can
Turned me into the Honga man
I'm the lover of the bayou