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Pemaquid
03:18
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Buttons, silver cuff links, thimbles, broken combs
rusty scissors that once cut a loved one’s hair,
grave sites with no markers, and foundations with no homes,
it’s all that’s left to show the world that we were there.
We came here to this river, three thousand miles from home,
to salt the cod and ship it cross the sea.
Our brothers, wives and daughters, worked together side by side.
We built our homes and raised our families.
Now, it’s just…
broken of bits of bottles, rusty forks and knives:
the remnants of our lives.
Oh, that’s all that you’ll find left of who we were and how we lived,
as you’re sifting through the fragments on the shores of Pemaquid.
Casks of ale from Germany, and jars of oil from Spain,
toys for children born three hundred years ago,
fans we waved at sweethearts, as we danced all through the night,
and what was once a precious ivory comb.
Now we’re just . . .
broken of bits of bottles, rusty forks and knives:
the remnants of our lives.
Oh, that’s all that you’ll find left of who we were and how we lived,
as you’re sifting through the fragments on the shores of Pemaquid.
Oh, you’ll never see our faces, you’ll never hear our songs.
all our memories have faded in the mist.
But to the children of our children did we pass our legacy,
a mother’s love, a father’s tender kiss.
broken of bits of bottles, rusty forks and knives:
the remnants of our lives.
Oh, that’s all that you’ll find left of who we were and how we lived,
as you’re sifting through the fragments on the shores of Pemaquid.
As you’re sifting through the fragments on the shores of Pemaquid.
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Blue Eyes, Blue Skies
03:25
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Some they say the sky is blue because of scattered light,
But I say the sky is blue, because it’s dark at night.
And some they say the water’s blue because it captures red,
But I say the water’s blue, cause the sky is overhead.
You can look at things whichever way you want.
You can make things up to fit the life you’ve got.
You can write the book that only you will read,
Cause it’s just you.
Now, some they say the earth is blue ‘cause it’s a lonely place,
But I say the earth is blue because she’s full of grace.
And Some they say my dog’s named Blue because of some old song,
I know why my dog’s named Blue, ‘cause he likes to sing along.
You can look at things whichever way you want.
You can make things up to fit the life you’ve got.
You can write the book that only you will read,
Cause it’s just you, It’s only you
Now, some they say your eyes are blue, ‘cause your mother had blue eyes,
But I say your eyes are blue ‘cause you always watch the skies.
And some they say if I were blue, it’s all within my brain,
But I know that I’d blue if you took your love away.
You can look at things whichever way you want.
You can make things up to fit the life you’ve got.
You can write the book that only you will read,
‘Cause it’s just you, it’s only you, it’s only you.
Some they say the sky is blue because God made it so.
I don’t know why the sky is blue and I guess I’ll never know.
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Boot Hill
03:38
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I've got dust and dirt on my tombstone
the desert sand has buried my home
I once was a man of flesh and bones
but now my soul is bound to roam
I marched with Sherman to Savannah
I've left many a widow in my wake
young men not fully grown never would go home
I sent them on past St. Peter's gate
If you had known me in my prime
would you blame me for my game
would you forgive me of my crimes
would you ask God to do the same?
I shot a sheriff out near Tucson
a man who was rotten to the core
he was taking bribes and leaving broken lives
I couldn't let him live no more
Well Folks were quick to call me outlaw
I still believe I helped them to this day
but I left that town turned upside down
with a debt too big to repay
If you had known me in my prime
would you blame me for my game
would you forgive me of my crimes
would you ask God to do the same?
when I saw the posse coming
I threw my hands up to the sky
believe it or not I never heard the shot
I just knew it was my turn to die
Now the wind is blowing through my rib cage
it blows with a mournful sound
you can visit me still 'cause I'm up here on Boot Hill
just a ghost in an old ghost town
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Fire Bacon Rum
03:15
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Let’s build a fire, Eat some bacon,
And drink some rum.
That’s all that I want to do
When I get home.
Oh, When the day, that I spend working
is all done
I build a fire
eat some bacon
and drink rum
My darlin you, are all I ever
want to know
and I’d be so sad and lonely
if you go
but if you stay, I guarantee
we’ll have some fun
we’ll build a fire
eat some bacon
and drink some rum.
Listen to the sizzle of that pan
this feels so right, just hold me tight and
tell me you’re my man
Oh darlin now, we are so cozy
no need to run
we’ve got a fire
we’re eating bacon
we’re drinking rum
The fire is slowly burning down to coals
we’ll sit here on the sofa
and watch the fire’s glow
We got some rum
We’ve got some bacon
We got a fire
And I’ve got you
and that is all that
I desire.
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You promised me a world of wealth, you promised me the sun
then you laid down all our money on ponies, cards & poker chips
and lost more than you’d ever won
This goose ain’t layin’ no more, this goose ain’t layin’ no more
the nest is a cold as a stone
ain’t no use sayin’ sorry
this goose is cooked, she’s over done
and nothin’s gonna’ bring her back home
Your ship was always coming in. you always had an ace in the hole
that goose was gonna lay you a pretty golden egg
Your promises were hollow as fool’s gold
This goose ain’t layin’ no more, this goose ain’t layin’ no more
the nest is a cold as a stone
ain’t no use sayin’ sorry
this goose is cooked, she’s over done
and nothin’s gonna’ bring her back home
I gave to you my youth, my life, I gave to you my soul
But you took everything and you threw it all into the trash
and dug us into this great big hole
This goose ain’t layin’ no more, this goose ain’t layin’ no more
the nest is a cold as a stone
ain’t no use sayin’ sorry
this goose is cooked, she’s over done
and nothin’s gonna’ bring her back home
So don’t bother me with words of remorse, don’t try to make up what you done
I’m heading out the door and I won’t be comin’ back no more
and nothin’s gonna bring me back home
This goose ain’t layin’ no more, this goose ain’t layin’ no more
the nest is a cold as a stone
ain’t no use sayin’ sorry
this goose is cooked, she’s over done
and nothin’s gonna’ bring her back home
Ain’t no use sayin’ soory
This goose is cooked she’s overdone
And nothin’ gona bring her back home
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Where My Blood is Bound
03:39
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I was born in the bed where I was made
I was made, I was made
born in the bed where I was made
In this bed I’ll die
I will work this land where I was raised
I was raised, I was raised
work this land where I was raised
Til the day I die
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
My bones are rooted in this ground
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
This land is where my blood is bound
I will live in the house my father built
Father built, Father built
live in the house my father built
In this house I’ll die
I will raise my children on this land
On this land, On this land
raise my children on this land
On this land I’ll die
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
My bones are rooted in this ground
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
This land is where my blood is bound
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
My bones are rooted in this ground
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
This land is where my blood is bound
Bury my bones beneath this ground
Neath this ground, Neath this ground
Bury my bones beneath this ground
After I have died
Let my spirit linger here
Linger here, Linger here
Let my spirit linger here
In this paradise
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
My bones are rooted in this ground
Never leave home (Never leave home)
Never leave home (Never leave home)
This land is where my blood is bound
This land is where my blood is bound
This land is where my blood is bound
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Ulysses on the Highway
03:49
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There’s a man wandering the highway.
His face is tired, his clothes are worn
Should I stop and try to ease his burden?
Should I hope that he will make it home?
Should I offer him a place of refuge?
Should I walk the path with him a while?
Should I ask to hear him tell his story?
Should I hope to see him break a smile?
should I say
Rest here for a moment, take shelter from the storm
the night is getting colder, but the fire’s safe and warm
You’ve journeyed many long, long miles, with many more to roam
So take a moment, close your eyes and dream about home.
But for all I dream about my being,
the Samaritan in the Good Book
When I see that man along the highway,
I pass without a second look
What if he were like ancient Ulysses?
A man far from home and lost at sea.
A great hero from an ancient battle.
Would I then take heed in who he’d be?
Would I say
Rest here for a moment, take shelter from the storm
the night is getting colder, but the fire’s safe and warm
You’ve journeyed many long, long miles, with many more to roam
So take a moment, close your eyes and dream about home.
Yes, I know that man is not Ulysses,
but a soldier he might truly be
Travelin’ far along this lonesome highway,
as he struggles through his Odyssey
And although his god is not Athena,
I might pray to her to set him free
that the winds might blow him back to safety,
to his home and to his family
So if you see a man wandering the highway.
His face is tired, his clothes are worn
Won’t you stop and try to ease his burden?
Like Ulysses, he is far from home.
Like Ulysses, he is far from home.
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July ’69 on the Florida shore
We stood on the beach, looking over the sea
And there in the distance, a white steak was rising
lifting skyward so high til we no longer could see.
It was Apollo eleven, I was just seven
We stood on that beach as they reached for the sky
Shading his eyes, Grandpa watched the scene silently,
Hand on his heart and a tear in his eye.
Oooo ooooo ooo
On the walls of my grandfather’s house, hanging quietly
medals of valor and one silver star
photos of young men who fought a war valiantly
But Grandfather never once spoke of that war
Apollo Eleven, they’d all gone to heaven
He’d lain on that beach as he watched them all die
Memories of soldiers who never left Normandy
Hand on his heart and a tear in his eye.
Oooo ooooo ooo
Grandpa was born on the fourth of July
And he’d never forgotten the price that was paid
He would stand and salute every flag that went by
As we lined up on Main Street to watch the parade.
All the years pass, but I clearly recall
I sat on the floor in that small living room
long-fallen soldiers watched from the walls
as On the TV, a man walked on the moon.
Apollo Eleven they took us to heaven
Our feet left the ground and they taught us to fly
Shading his eyes, Grandpa watched the scene silently
Hand on his heart, and a tear in his eye.
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Blue Railroad Train
03:05
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Northern Girl
04:25
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In the country of the pointed firs, hulls of ships lie rotting on the coast
In decaying Maine coast villages, there’s nothin’ left but the mariner’s old ghost
once a town of future promises, where great ships sailed out to meet the world
nothin’s left but pages written down by a simple northern girl
Waters cold and deep and bountiful, Forests tall with the masts that rode the wind
Hardened eyes on the horizon gazed, Toughened hands provided for their kin
Neighbors lost in northern passages, Mothers lost bringing life into the world
Stories told by ancient wayfarers, Memories kept by a simple northern girl
When the winter stormed into the northern skies,
They withdrew and watched the dark descend
Watched the harbor waves succumbing to the ice,
Watched the deaths of old and worn out friends
In the cold and quiet solitude, When the wood smoke settled on their world
faith and song would give them fortitude, Written down, by a simple northern girl.
When the sun returned into the northern skies, Weathered faces lifted up to meet its gaze.
As the terns on their way northward fly, stormy nights evolved to sunny days.
Then the seas again were plentiful, And the spring renewed their fragile world
One more year and one more empty chair, thoughts preserved by a simple northern girl
though their lives and ways are gone by now, We still walk the roads that they had lain,
We restore the remnants of their homes, Bounty grows in the gardens that remain
On the bay the schooners ply the waves, songs once lost are now heard around the world
and her words, described as “powerful”, the gentle words of this simple northern girl
In the country of the pointed firs
Lived a simple northern girl.
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11. |
Gettin' My Redemption
02:48
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Well, I’m goin’ down the road feeling bad
I got a heavy load and no cash
But right after this exchange,
my fortune’s gonna change
I’m gettin’ my redemption today
Sign says “open come on in”
Bring all your evidence of sin’
I’m gonna unload it all
and claim my big wind fall
I’m a-gettin” my redemption today
I’m gettin my redemption,
I’m gettin’ my redemption
Getting’ my redemption today
now my eyes are all a-gleam cuz
all my sins have been redeemed
I’m a-getting’ my redemption today
Man down at the agency he said (say what?)
“Man oh man I thought that you was dead (I ain’t dead yet)
It’s been too long since you been in
I said that ain’t no sin
I’m gettin” my redemption today
I’m gettin my redemption,
I’m gettin’ my redemption
Getting’ my redemption today
now my eyes are all a-gleam cuz
all my sins have been redeemed
I’m a-getting’ my redemption today
Now I’m going down the road feeling glad (woohoo)
no longer am I sober and sad
I redeemed my trash,
and I refilled my stash
I got my redemption today!
I got my redemption
I got my redemption
I got my redemption today
all your nickles and your dimes
are gonna keep me in my prime!
I got my redemption today
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12. |
I'm So Lucky
04:01
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When the sun rises up and the birds start to sing
And the morning fills up with sunshine
When I open my eyes and I see you there sleepin’
I’m so lucky, my darlin’, your mine.
I’m so lucky my dear, after all of these years
that I can still call you my own.
All our children have grown, and soon there’ll be little ones
To add even more love to our home
When the moon shines her light and the barn owls are hootin’
and the stars all twinkle and shine
When I lay down to rest, I can sleep in the knowing
I’m so lucky, my darlin’, you’re mine
I’m so lucky my dear, after all of these years
that I can still call you my own.
All our children have grown, and soon there’ll be little ones
To add even more love to our home
When our time comes to go, to that great world beyond
When we lay down our heads one last time
We will walk hand in hand, through that palace of glory
I’m so lucky, my darlin’ you’re mine.
I’m so lucky my dear, after all of these years
that I can still call you my own.
All our children have grown, and soon there’ll be little ones
To add even more love to our home
All our children have grown, and soon there’ll be little ones
To add even more love to our home
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Miners Creek Band Rockport, Maine
Fusing Bluegrass with Folk, Pop, Rock, Latin,
Appalachian, Blues, Old Timey and Gospel,
Miners Creek
brings a fresh, progressive voice to Bluegrass music.
Rich three and four part harmonies, driving rhythm
and a lot of humor
make this Maine family band a must see.
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