The Farm
14 Other
Ways
Hard Line
Take These
Turns
My My
My
This Town
Don't Tie
Me Down
Like Mama
Said
Nickle
Store Stomp
The Twine
Song
Dead
Dog
Chamberlain's
Guard
Broken
706 Union
The Farm
(J.Nolan/C.Murphy)
Sing to me a brighter song,
about the time
that we were off and running
down a different road.
`Cause I don't think that
we can say that in our prime
We started out the right
way, or was it the wrong one.
Oh, but there's a colder
pain,
It's comin' in the window
late at night and I can't keep warm.
So I've come to steppin'
out, taking words
From a bitter mouth, and
falling down, falling down.
I sit in this old beat up
chair, stare at the floor
And the banjo in the corner
- think I might pick it up.
Things are gettin' hard
out here lately,
Tryin' to cut a place for
me in the countryside, scrapin' up the time to take my rest.
He always wore an old army
bag on his shoulder
Like he was always about
to travel far away
He had an old army coat
too
He wore when it got colder
Another man's name on his
chest
I think he liked it that
way
Fourteen other ways a man
can be dead
But dying inside is the
worst way to go
I've been doing time inside
my mind
And I don't think it's getting
any easier
I'm just wondering if I'll
make it through today
He's sitting next to me at
the counter
He looks at me and says
he's seen me around
Sips his coffee and lays
his money down
We start talking like we're
old friends
And I burn his face into
my brain
So I can remember him on
down the line
Fourteen other ways a man
can be dead
But dying inside is the
worst way to go
I've been doing time inside
my mind
And I don't think it's getting
any easier
I'm just wondering if I'll
make it through today
Put my hand on her hood
Feel that old engine a-running
Put me up behind the wheel
cuz
This rolling gold mine is
headed southbound now
And it seems like a very
long time
Sleepy eyes and tunes a-blaring
At other cars and big ol'
signs and dotted lines I'm staring
Keep my eyes on the road
cuz
I've gotta get the rig and
the tunes to the show
And it seems like such a
very hard line
When y'gonna find that it's
a very hard line? (x2)
Sometimes I'm feeling fine
but it's a very hard line
Took the road to Alabama
Georgia, Carolina - North
& South and Virginia too
West Virginia Pennsylvania
We'll play the gigs and
the rig's gonna get us through
And it seems like such a
very hard line
When y'gonna find that it's
a very hard line? (x2)
Sometimes I'm feeling fine
but it's a very hard line
I know I'm gone for such
a long time
But I've gotta go, to ease
my worried mind
When y'gonna find that it's
a very hard line? (x2)
Sometimes I'm feeling fine
but it's a very hard line
Take these turns a little
slower honey
Sure these roads are bad,
but I ain't in no hurry
To get back home again.
At home you leave me all alone
The headlights in the rearview
shining bright
Lit up your face tonight
and I would look upon you
If I might, a little longer
girl
And just try to catch my
breath
So we'll take it really
slow and have this love to hold
You make me warm inside I'm
feeling fine
These days are getting longer
and I can't say that I mind
As long as you and I are
traveling side by side
So we'll take it really
slow
And we'll have this love
to hold
Don't fall away, don't fall away
Solo
Don't fall away, don't fall away
The back door slams and she's
off and runnin' again
Down to Parker's Restaurant
to meet up with her girlfriends.
At least that's what she
tells her ma. But the girls
Are already at the old swimming
hole.
Lo and behold the whole
gang's there too...
The sun is sinking low now
and she's thinking "Oh how
the sun spreads like honey
on the water nearing
night time in July."
Watching the grass grow is
fine in the summertime.
It's all about finding my
peace of mind.
Someone takes a jump on the
old rope swing
Others sit around the fire
singing
She pulls up a blanket and
lays on her side to watch
the burning embers floating
up to the sky
A boy sits down and he starts
thinking
Thinking about all the different
ways he has to say what he feels inside
Watching the grass grow is
fine in the summertime.
It's all about finding my
peace of mind.
Well I know it's gonna be
real soon but
Babe I need you lookin'
in my eyes
I've got you on my mind
My my my
Sitting on a warm curb, waiting
on a cool breeze
Where the road dips down
and bows out of town.
Working on a ice cream,
just my girl and me
Looking up and down the
street and talking 'bout how it used to be
I catch a memory from a smell
on the breeze
Like the petals fallin'
from the bloomin' trees
N'how my brother and me
we used to bike into town
We'd climb the rock by the
old folks home
N'do some work on an ice
cream cone
Sometimes I wish we'd never
come back down
Oh what this town has seen
It's seen me grow into a
man
But Lord I don't know what
kind of man I've been
Whether joy or broken down
Know that nothing ever changes
in this town
Driving through in the middle
of the night
I see the mill in the silvery
light
There's a beauty there few
people know
Years ago when the mill
was living
And the silver was still
shining folks crawled out of bed
When the morning whistle
blow
Oh what this town has seen
It's seen me grow into a
man
But Lord I don't know what
kind of man I've been
Whether joy or broken down
Know that nothing ever changes
in this town
Well, the road leads down
and it screams off course
And I go on my way to try
to find it.
In a clear and distant memory
of a face that I once turned to -
Now your face it just seems
cold, and you reach out to hold me back.
You might find me underneath
it all,
Cryin' out for something
to come and take me on
Yeah, but don't tie me down.
Nothin' comes from nothin'
anyway.
But don't tie me down.
If nothin' comes of this,
I can't say.
Well, I'm standin' in the
shadows and I'm callin' to you softly
And I know I can't find
my own way out.
Well, you might find me
waiting, or you might find me lonesome
Or holding out for one who
might come and take me over.
You might find me underneath
your bones,
Cryin' out for someone to
come and take me over.
Yeah, but don't tie me down.
Nothin' comes from nothin'
anyway.
But don't tie me down.
If nothin' comes of this,
I can't say.
And so I've come to this:
I know I can't wait on you any longer.
You might find me half the
way, when I can't say that I'm ok,
Or knowing why all I've
got is rusted and gone.
You might find me underneath
it all,
Crying out for someone to
come and save my soul.
Yeah, but don't tie me down.
Nothin' comes from nothin'
anyway.
But don't tie me down.
If nothin' comes of this,
I can't say.
Well there's papers on the
countertop
There's money hidden between
the dishes
There's mountains high of
debts to pay inside and to the world
And it seems like hard work
When you ain't got no money
to show
But what the cash don't
pay the Lord provides
You take it day by day
He's got a day job just to
keep the living in
But singing is what he loves
He and his friends are trying
hard to make
All those crazy loose ends
meet
Now someone starts joking
about working for the man but
Everybody knows the cure
for sure is to
Close your eyes, kick back
your head, and jam the best you can.
They ain't brave, 'cause
it ain't hard to get down on your knees
And pray like mama said.
He's sitting on the edge
of his bed, don't know where he's bound
So far they've come so far
to go
When you're small time in
a small town
Same old tale of wanderlust
when you've got a sign that says "anywhere or bust"
When it's our turn Lord,
don't lead us wrong.
Someone's always talking
'bout workin for the man but
Everybody knows the cure
for sure is to
Close your eyes, kick back
your head, and jam the best you can
They ain't brave, 'cause
it ain't hard to get down on your knees
And pray like mama said.
Old man stands behind the
counter
With an apron on at Nichols
Store
Says, "young'n, live your
life now
'Fore it leaves you at the
door
I've seen my life pass slowly
by me
Did Appalachia in '49
That was after my homecoming
From the war in '45"
Oh young'n you know you're
getting older
Oh young'n you're getting
older somehow
So the young man said slowly
"I've got to get up before
I die
Thank you old man for showing
Me to the great path to
the place in the sky
I see my life coming up
quickly
And I want to be the one
Who says Lord I've lived
my life for you
And damn it's been a whole
lot of fun"
Old man you know I'm getting
older
Oh I'm getting older somehow
The
Twine Song
(J.Nolan/C.Murphy)
Old girl breaks up, pack
that shit up,
pack it in the pickup and
get it out the door.
Pack it up higher, throw
the chair on top there,
`til the truck is lookin'
like a wobblin' tower.
Your friend says "let's get
it all in one trip -
Save yourself the trouble
of a girl that's gonna whine -
Get yourself some rope so
we can hit the road-o
Nothin' says twang like
a little bit a twine."
Back up pickup, get it all
stacked up
Wonderin' how we ever coulda
got it so high -
Truck lugs, spark plugs,
earwigs, hot dogs,
Hot potato salad, and some
sweet potato pie.
My old friend sighs, gives
a blubber and a cry
Tears taste saltyer'n'a
bag o'pork rinds
"Get me, I'm free! Hootin'
and a holleree!
Nothin' says twang like
a little bit a twine."
"I'm crushed" she said, and
fell onto the road and crossed herself,
and laid alone.
It was too dark to see,
my youth lay bleedin' there beaten hard
like a dead dog in the road.
It was not hard to see you
waitin' there.
It was not hard to see
My youth lay busted - the
one I'd trusted -
Lay bleedin' there alone
on down the road.
She was the one for taking
all that she could and stretching out
the times between.
But it was too far to me,
as I lay burned out, runnin' far, and
fallen down behind.
It was not hard to see you
waitin' there.
It was not hard to see
My youth lay busted - the
one I'd trusted -
Lay bleedin' there alone
on down the road.
But you say I was the one,
And you say it to me now,
though I'm far back.
And your race is almost
run,
And you're callin' to me
now, though I'm tired of it.
It was there you left me
feeling hard up.
It was there you left me,
yeah -
With one foot on the ground.
With one foot on the ground.
Chamberlain's
Guard
(C.Murphy)
I got no joy, I got no good
words to say
I am headed for Bangor on
a coach.
I am a Maine boy, I am 18
years of age,
Met my love last summer.
Well, I finished school in
the summer of 1860,
Worked the mills grindin'
fine old wood to paper.
It was there I saw her,
when the women started workin'
Worked alongside Jennie.
Oh but she don't know I'm
gone,
She don't know I'm leavin'
Well, I felt it for a while
now, felt it in the cards
I got my papers, got my
charge -
I'm headed off to Dixie
to fight with Chamberlain's guard.
I saw the signs for good
men to join the company,
"Work to fight the Southern
States' uprising."
Well, it wasn't hard to
convince me I could fight -
`specially with a few men
`round me.
Oh but she don't know I'm
gone,
She don't know I'm leavin'
Well, I felt it for a while
now, felt it in the cards
I got my papers, got my
charge -
I'm headed off to Dixie
to fight with Chamberlain's guard.
I'm wonderin' now, as the
coach pulls in to Bangor -
Wonderin' if I ain't quite
right for leavin'
There's men here - good
Maine men with courage -
Comin' home from Fredricksburg.
Some of them see nothing,
some of them got scars,
Others, they've got nothing
left to stand on.
Me, I got my papers, got
my charge -
I'm headed off to Dixie
to fight with Chamberlain's guard.
With all of the gentle I
can muster inside
I would comfort and hold
her
Wipe the tears from her
eyes.
We fall apart, when help
is on the way
All you need is this
Feel the warmth and compassion
of my lips on your brow
Fall apart on me
You are not forsaken
Fall apart, broken down again
All you need is this and
so I pray.....
706
Union Ave.
(J.Nolan/C. Murphy)
Look at those buildings standing
back to back
Them brick and them painted
on billboard signs
Open them guitar cases up
The boots are tappin' on
Beale Street losing the light
My hands are cold
Diggin' deep ruts in the
tips of my fingers
No weight can shake the
cold.
Drivin' to Nashville in the
pouring rain
We stalled the bus out but
we got it started up again
Hailing from a couple of
New Hampshire towns
To the land where Hank and
the King went down
My hands are cold
Diggin' deep ruts in the
tips of my fingers
No weight can shake the
cold.