Eileen Jewell Letters From Sinners and Strangers Rich Man’s World (Jewell) Well it’s a rich man’s world, a rich man’s world And who am I in it Who am I in it Nothing but a lonely rambler girl A lonely rambler girl Misfit, mismatched, not a penny to my name Trying to get to someplace that doesn’t look the same Look the same Someplace that feels right Never mind any fortune or fame Well it’s up early in the morning trying to find some work to do Well it’s hard times now baby but there’s better coming soon Coming soon Or else I’ll hop the next train Yeah the next train will do Well they’ll get for rambling They’ll throw you in the bin Acting like rambling now is some kind of sin Some kind of sin Just watch your step baby Watch what crowd you end up in Dusty Boxcar Wall (E. Andersen) Well I’m going away my baby I’m gonna leave you honey now Well that train passed by when you lay sleeping I’m gonna write you a letter on a dusty boxcar wall The only two things a gambler needs Are a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he’s satisfied Is when he’s on the drunk I once loved a boy in Cincinnati I loved a boy in sunny Tennessee Well a city boy will fill your heart with sadness But a country boy’s as good as he can be High Shelf Booze (Jewell) If my man asks ‘bout what I’ll do Now that he’s turned me loose Tell him I’ve gone to meet all the girls And drink all that high shelf booze The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze You won’t catch me dead with no blues The high shelf booze, the high shelf booze You won’t catch me dead with no blues I always said I’d be his slave Before I would be his dog But it looks like he’s got me rambling ‘round And sleeping in a hollow log A hollow log, a hollow log Sleeping in a hollow log A hollow log, a hollow log Sleeping in a hollow log Well it’s one man on Sunday, another on Monday Two on Tuesday afternoon Easy come, easy go You won’t hear me sing no lonesome tune Easy come, easy go You won’t hear me sing no lonesome tune Easy come, easy go You won’t hear me sing no lonesome tune Thanks a Lot (C. Rich) You’re telling everyone in town that I don’t treat you right You even say I stay away and don’t come home at night I’m losing you and you are all I’ve got Thanks a lot, thanks a lot It seems you like to hurt me even though I’m good to you I’d give you everything I own, do anything you want me to Now you’ve really got me on the spot Thanks a lot, thanks a lot Still I would forgive you if you’d let me I’d be glad if we could try again But it seems that you’re just out to get me And it looks as if you’re just about to win No matter what you do I always will love you And you will never know how it hurts to see you go After calling me those things you know I’m not Thanks a lot, thanks a lot Heartache Boulevard (Jewell) The echo of his footsteps in the street And the drip-drop of tears on my cheeks Were the only sounds on that sad dark night When my loving baby said goodbye We used to stay home every night We lived a quiet, happy life But now if you’re looking to find me ain’t so hard I’ll be right here on Heartache Boulevard Come on over and see me sometime The jukebox plays on and the losers are fine Oh how the whiskey flows and it works like a charm Here on Heartache Boulevard So pour me a round at the bar And turn up that steel guitar Cause I ain’t going home and I ain’t going far I moved down to Heartache Boulevard Too Hot to Sleep (Jewell) Moon is high, shining down on the flowers You and I while away the hours Walk me down the sweltering street I want to feel the city’s summer heat They’re gonna play those old records till dawn Let the music go on and on and on It’s too hot to sleep anyway So we might as well stay It’s getting late, they’re closing their doors Let’s go upstairs and dance some more The words left unsaid can be told in time You’ve gone to my head like sweet moonshine Let’s play those old records till dawn Let the music go on and on and on It’s too hot to sleep anyway So you might as well stay Where They Never Say Your Name (Jewell) I rode sixteen wheels all the way Sixteen nights and lonely days I’m going back, I wish I never came I’m going someplace where they never say your name You kept me up all night with your coke and gin Left me next morning and turned me in And that’s evil, baby you’re no good Well I’d forget you baby if I could Well you show me the well but you don’t let me drink You threw my heart right in just to watch it sink And it went down, it went down, it went all the way down And I’m going there too, over the edge and drown I’m gonna lay my head on some railroad line Last thing I’ll hear is that engine cry I’m going back, I wish I never came I’m going someplace where they never say your name How Long (Jewell, inspired by the words of MLK) The darkness is deep, but night will end ‘Cause truth crushed to earth will rise again How long will it take, you want to know How long, not long because you reap just what you sow How long, not long because no lie lives forever How long, not long because we’ll turn aside never How long, not long because we’ve sounded all the trumpets How long, not long because the great arc follows justice How long, not long because the truth is marching on How long, not long because this hour will soon be gone Though our aching legs are weary the truth is marching on The truth is marching on, The truth is marching on and on and on and on How long How long In the End (Jewell) Somewhere out west a freighter rides by You used to watch them pass with their grit in your eye And the wild dogs under darkening sky Still listen for your lonesome lullaby Way out in the desert you felt so free How you loved those hills of Joshua Tree Now there’s a dusty path missing two dusty feet Is this really how you wanted it to be Everybody said you won’t make it Everybody said you’re no good But did you listen to them, in the end Even though you swore you never would The patch of ground where they found you that day Is godforsaken, a barren place Why did you have to go this way Why did you go this way If You Catch Me Stealing (Trad.) If you catch me stealing you know I don’t mean no harm If you catch me stealing you know I don’t mean no harm It’s the mark of my family and it must be carried on I got nineteen men, and I want one more I got nineteen men, and I want one more If I get that one more I’m gonna let that nineteen go Have you ever seen peaches growing wild on a vine Have you ever seen peaches growing wild on a vine Well just climb in my orchard and get a taste of mine Well I got a man in Atlanta, two in Alabama, Three in Chattanooga, four in Cincinnata Five in Mississippi, six in Memphis, Tennessee If you don’t like my peaches just let my orchard be Walking Down the Line (B. Dylan) Well I’m walking down the line, Walking down the line Well I’m walking down the line, my feet’ll be flying I can tell you by my troubled mind I seen the morning light, Seen the morning light, Well it’s not because I’m an early riser I didn’t get to sleep last night My money comes and goes, My money comes and goes My money comes and goes and rolls and flows Through the holes in the pockets of my clothes Blue Highway (Jewell) Endless nights of one eye open and one ear to the ground You promised me eternity but you never even come around Well all my worries came flooding in the day you said hello If you care to know what I think of that, honey step outside your door You’ll see me roll down this blue highway I’m gonna roll, roll, roll, roll I don’t need you to help me lose my way I’m gonna roll, roll, roll, roll One fine day I’m gonna meet my God and tell him how you made me feel But the only thing I can do down here is put miles behind these wheels You’ll see me roll down this blue highway I’m gonna roll, roll, roll, roll I don’t need you to help me lose my way I’m gonna roll, roll, roll, roll I’m gonna roll, roll, roll, roll