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Lyrics to the songs on the CD


Lyrics to the songs on the CD

The Sweet Boy and the Slave

Dm Bb A7 Dm Dm Bb A7 Dm
Do do do do do
Dm
The only time I fired a gun
A7
I dropped it as I turned to run

The Yankees yelling they charged our flank
Dm
The whole Rebel line broke rank

I ran into the woods and
A7
I came across a contraband

She and I had the same plan
Dm
Head up north to Yankee land

If she gets caught it’s slavery
A7
For me itll be a hanging tree

We slept the days, walked the night
Dm
All around sounds of a terrible fight

To sooth our nerves we’d quietly sing
A7
And odd mix of melodies

Her ancient tunes and my church rounds
Dm
Blending to a haunting sound
Dm Bb A Dm Dm Bb A Dm
Doo................................................................................
Dm
We woke one morning to a hammer click
A7
Saw a gun and the man holding it

Gonna bring her back, turn me in
Dm
I looked around it was just us and him

The slave stood up, looked him in the eye
A7
Said “please sir may we first pray awhile

She handed me her bible asked me to read
Dm
He looked annoyed but he let it be

I spread the leaves couldn’t find a prayer
A7
Cause laying there in a cut out square

A big black gun looking evil and bad
Dm
I aimed it up at his badge

He stepped back startled and dropped is gun
A7
We jumped up and began to run

Ran all day through a thicket o trees
Dm
Didn’t stop til we couldn’t breathe
Dm Bb A Dm Dm Bb A Dm
Do ...................................................................................
Dm
On the side of the gun I read the name
A7
PT Barnum circus train

Brought on laughter it broke the strain
Dm
We finally shared our names

Of families lost we talked and cried
A7
Grew closer now with each passing mile

Found a path from her soul to mine
Dm
Forever now intertwined

Cross the Dixon line we saw some barns
A7
Found work on an Amish farm

Worked hard, saved our pay
Dm
Bought our own farm one day

The sweet boy and the slave were we
A7
Now with a farm and a family

Children running round a big oak tree
Dm
Never spoke how it came to be
Dm Bb A7 Dm Dm Bb A7 D (last chord is D Maj)
Doo.................................................................................



When I Turned 18


G Em
Hatred is blind
C D
Innocence as well
C D
It’s knowledge and understanding
C D G
That keeps us from hell
Em
When I turned 18
C D
I was childlike and naive
C D
Knew little of the world
C D G
Never been with a girl
G Em
I left Brooklyn I was college bound
C D
A big school, a small town
C D
There were farms, churchs and bars
C D G
Apple pie and muscle cars
G Em
And there was a girl who’d always say hi
C D
And smiled as I’d walk by
C D
“I’m Alison” she’s say
C D G
And her smile would make my day
G Em
The war in Viet Nam
C D
Overwhelmed my college plan
C D
There were riots in the streets
C D G
Guardsmen came to restore peace
G Em
Stop the War! They’d cry
C D
As the guardsmen held their lines
C D
Across the grass they’d see
C D G
Each other as the enemy
G Em
I stayed in my room
C D
Feeling sad on by bed
C D
I heard the lightning crack of rifles
C D G
And Alison was dead
G Em
In shock from what they’d done
C D
With hatred and guns
C D
The campus was shut down
C D G
I was home on the next Greyhound
G Em
Hatred is blind
C D
Innocence as well
C D
It’s knowledge and understanding
C D G
That keeps us from hell
G Em C
Oh oh oh
C
When I turned 18
G



Broke Down Gambler

Am (G bass) Am (A Bass) Am (C Bass) D repeat pattern

I’m in my old Firebird and it starts snowin

I’m completely lost, the electrical’s going

My headlights dimmed the wipers stopped

Snow on the windshield, my views getting blocked

I got an engine light and I began to coast

Bumped up against some old wooden post

Im on the side of a road, no sign with a name

Feelin cold, I hear a distant train

I’m crunching through snow hummin Three Dog Night

There’s a gambling hall with some turned on lights

I see vintage cars and I go in

Sit down someone said we’re about to begin

Said I just need a jump and Ill be drivin on

Play for awhile, until you’re money’s gone

I keep silver certificates in my wallet for luck

I’ll use them to play, might win a few bucks

They saw me as a mark but I paid some dues

I know how to play, hope they know how to lose

I could see their tells like neon sighns

A few hands later the whole table was mine

In her Mondrian dress and beehive hair

A player stood up saying your outa here

Said I just need a jump I’ll be movin on

Ok but the charge is all the money you won

Then a long haired young man in a no nukes T

Drove his Barracuda over to help me

We cleared off the snow, put air in my tires

Charged the battery, tightened some wires

I turned the key heard a sweet engine roar

I got home but was restless, I needed to know more

I drove back to the place but all I could see

Was an abandoned shack all covered in weeds



Food, Guns and Bullets

Am Dm
Two riders were crossing the mountains of coal
E7 Am
One had a shotgun the other carried gold
Am Dm
All around were men in there coats of red
E7 Am
Listening looking to shoot them dead
C E7
If the men get through and make their trade
Am E7 Am
There’ll be food guns and bullets for Washingtons raids

A few men in wagons are hidden in the woods

Waiting for the riders to show for the goods

The moon slowly crossed the sky

The riders must show before the sun rise

If the men get through and make their trade

There’ll be food guns and bullets

For Washingtons raid

Break

A riderless horse limps in from the woods

They find the saddle bags with the gold for the goods

The wagons head out for the rebel hideaway

While a man deep in the woods is digging a grave

Ooh



Grandpa Max

Am
Back in 1929

My grandpa Max was a union guy

Hired thugs were harassing him

In the garment district of Manhatten
Dm
Some union folks were passing flyers around

When a car drove by and gunned them down
Am
Max and his pals decided to act

five hundred gathered with clubs and bats
E7
They marched through the shops where the gangsters had been
Am
They ran them out and let the unions in

When Grandpa Max came to our place

He’d reach in his pocket for his cigarette case

Engraved, slim, made of gold

With strong smelling cigarettes

They looked hand rolled

He bought my Dad a D’Angelico guitar

Listened to him play smoking Cuban cigars

From his scotch he’d pour me a sip

Delicious but it burned my young lips

He had a hearing aid, not sure he ever heard

I can’t remember him speaking a single word

At his funeral while we sat and mourned

A well dressed man walked in the front door

Walked straight to the coffin

Looked in and said

Well well he’s really dead

He was smiling wide I remember that fact

He turned and disappeared among the Cadilacs

Grandpa’s things they got divided up

Beautiful furniture, paintings and rugs

I was 16, I couldn’t use that lot

I did bring home his bottle of scotch

My Grandpa came here, a Russian Jew

The book keeper from a logging crew

Settled in a New York tenement flat

Worked in a factory making hats

He rose high in the union for the work he’d done

Invited to Truman’s inauguration

It’s a special day for my Grandpa Max

I take out the bottle and twist off the cap

I’ve no trouble now with a shot or two

Happy Birthday Max, here’s to you



The Way I Do
D
G A D
I know all of your sorrow
G A D
Over dear ones you mourn
G A D
I’ve seen your joyful tears
G A D
When a new baby is born
G A D
I know how you toss and turn
G A D
With troubles on your mind
G A D
I know what to say to bring you peace
G A D
The peace you can’t find


D G D
Nobody knows you the way I do
D G D
Nobody sees you so through and through
D G D
Nobody gets you like I do
D G A D
Nobody loves you so through and through

G A
G A D
I tip toe around in the morning

Before the coffee is done

I know I should stay out of your way

But you make being grumpy such fun

I listen to you read from facebook

Of the helpless you want to defend

And watch as you respond to mean posts

But stop before hitting send

Chorus

You told me your personal history

Who you are and wish to be

I enjoyed tales of your family

And am glad some I got to meet

I’m proud of the hardships you’ve overcome

Stories just between you and me

And you quietly do things that make me proud

Things I’d love the world to see

Chorus



Serene
E
I got a lot to do

But im gonnna get trough

Wont make me blue
A7
Wont let it pile on
E
Im stayin serene

One day at a time

I know ill be fine

Cause the day is mine

Wont let it pile on

Im stayin serene

I like it this way

Busy is ok

It’s a beautiful day

Wont let it pile on

Im stayin serene

Doo doo doo



Ask You For Your Hand

G
I cleaned out the car

Went through it all twice

Took it to the wash

Bought brand new fuzzy dice
C
I ironed out my shirt

Sewed the button back on the top
G
Now we’re drivin round

The radios playin Doo Wop
D
And my pockets burnin up

With this golden band
G
Will I ever get the nerve

To ask you for your hand


At my folks house for dinner

My cousin and a few friends came

Mashed potatoes and real butter

Chicken with some French sounding name

Now we’re sittin round with beers and boy do you look pretty

Tellin stories they’re so funny and the beers makin me giddy

And my pockets burnin up with this golden band

Will I ever get the nerve

To ask you for your hand

Now we’re sittin in the park

There’s people strollin by

It’s a beautiful evening sun

Not a cloud in the sky

I’m startin to get nervous

I’m beginning to fidget

And you give me a funny look

I’m thinkin this is it

And my pockets burnin up

With this golden band

Will I ever get the nerve

To ask you for your hand



On the Ocean Sand
D Bm G D
The full moon rides Pegasus cross the sky
D Bm G D
I hear ocean wave rythyms and I’m mesmerized
D Bm G D
Gulls glide air currents over water and me
D Bm G D
And I wonder how is it all life came to be
G D Bm
As the night lights fade
G D
From the lights of the day

Shells once with life lay sculped and bare

The ocean breeze sweeps through my hair

The sun yet unseen brightens the mist

Im amazed that senses and beauty exist

As the night lights fade

From the light of the day

A sliver of light where sky meets earth

The sun slowly appears for this days birth

The white caps sparkle and the gull wings glow

A new day same as eons ago

As the night lights fade

From the light of the day

I whisper in awe what made all this be

So overwhelming to me

Something I’ll never understand

And the gulls glide down and rest on the sand

As the night lights fade

From the light of the day

As the night lights fade

From the light of the day



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