Ballad Of Robin Winter-Smith
(By Richard Dobson)
Mamma's in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries,
On the TV news, somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin' daredevil show,
In Merry England, oh,... twenty seven years old
He was tryin' to break the record,
For jumpin' over cars, he was the champ
He fell a little bit short... oh, hit the ramp
Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker... and they'd say,
"Six to one a half dozen'll break her",
'till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues
Oh, bless my daddy, he warned me well
He'd whisper in my ear and say, "Now look out, gal...
There's always a ne'er do well gonna call you the fool"
He said, "you'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line
You'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin'
Friend Out In The Madness
I am not a child, though you'll treat me as you've always seen me
You never saw the changes in a heart grown old and wise
Hey, it's good to see you smile, it's been so long between the pages
... wheels out on the highway seem to laugh between my lines
Do you still want to know?
Where does the love go when it dies?
Hey, I want you to know... love never dies...
It is sheltered here very safe inside and it's left you
Ghost In The Music
(By Nanci Griffith & Eric Taylor)
Down at the station the tracks are cold
The wheels of thunder, they roll no more
And the heart of America cries for the souls
Who won't be rollin' home
The dragon weeps with empty eyes,
The whistle sighs no more in the night...
It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music,
If I Were The Woman You Wanted
Now they all sat around in a circle
They were laughing and all telling lies
Then the tall one he bumped in a dollar
Oh he said boys I've got nothing to hide
Now if the King and the Queen stood together
Then the ace he would not be to blame
And if the cards were all laid on the table, now darlin'
Then love could be more than a game
And if the stars didn't shine on the water
I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels (Bring The Prose To The Wheel)
From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus...
It's the last winter storm of the season and such
And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my lap
The snow makes me drowsy... while the dreams roll and tumble...
It's a long way to Texas... it's a long way back home
It's a three hour flight on the plane when I go
... away from this snow from Boston to Southshore where the
Dreams roll and tumble... and bring the prose to the wheel...
Love Is A Hard Waltz
Take this heart of mine out the winter
And let the new life of Springtime come rest at our door
May the soul of my brother never bow to the wicked
And the hearts of our children waltz together once more
Love is a Hard Waltz... and we could all use a
Lesson in giving
If we give it hearts... it could teach us the
Rhythm if only we're willing
Mary And Omie
My daddy was a longshoreman in New Orleans,
My mamma kept score just watchin' the Mardi Gras...
Oh me,... I sat on the front porch watchin' the rails roll out,
I was waitin' for my Omie to take me outta this south
It was me and my sisters... like to wore that front porch out
And there can't be more to this livin' than loving my Omie
We're both sittin' back here watchin' our children grow
If there's a better ace in the deck,
Once In A Very Blue Moon
Once in a Very Blue Moon By Patrick Alger (Recorded by Nanci Griffith and
Once by Dolly Parton)
I found your letter in my mailbox today
You were just checking if I was okay
And if I miss you, well, you know what they say
It's just Once in a Very Blue Moon
Just once in a very blue moon
Just once in a very blue moon
And I feel one coming on soon
No need to tell me you'd like to be friends
(By Bill Staines)
Oh, the night was clear and the stars were shinin'
And the moon came up,... so quiet in the sky
And all the people gathered round while the band was a-tunin'
I can hear them now... playin' 'Comin' Through the Rye'
She was dressed in blue and she looked so lovely
Just a gentle flower of a small town girl
Then he took her hand and they danced to the music
Spin On A Red Brick Floor
I could use a little spin on a red brick floor
In that crazy ol' bar when Tim locks the door
Where the walls are gonna ring and the strings are gonna bend
And it's a buss on the cheek from all my old lovers again
Oh. the Blue Ridge mountains at the fall of the night
It sure feels good when you cross that line
I'll tip my cup and holler at the moon
I'll say-a-Great White North... honey here's to you sleep tight...
Oh the grace that true love holds when hearts grow weary for
You give it room and the warm to hold
... and it'll always come home
True love is faithful all on it's own
Hearts know when they should fly alone
When the mind is rested and the heart's at ease...
Two loves can give to each other's needs
Year Down In New Orleans
I truly need... a year down in New Orleans,
The hum of a southern drawl that I could understand
And should you meet... my sweetheart in New Orleans
Kindly pass my heart into the safety of his hands
I remember clover... in the fields south of New Orleans
And we ran so blindly through the fields of summer cane
Now when I'm lonely... I send my heart down to New Orleans
To chase my memories alone down through my dreams