Recorded January 17-23 and 27-31, 2026 in Nashville, TN at Sound Emporium
Engineered by Brandon Bell
Assisted by Skyler Chuckry
Debra’s Waltz recorded January 12, 2026 in Nashville, TN at Third Man Studios
Engineered by Brandon Bell
Assisted by Bill Skibbe and Hanford Pittman
Additional recording February 21, 2026 in Nashville, TN at Belair
Engineered by Brandon Bell
Edited by Michael Piersante, Eddie Roberts and Brandon Bell
Mixed by Michael Piersante in Los Angeles, CA at The Village
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen in Los Angeles, CA at Lurssen Mastering
Vinyl Mastering by Jeff Powell in Memphis, TN at Take Out Vinyl
Produced by T Bone Burnett and Billy Strings
Executive Producer Bill Orner
Original Artwork by Debra Apostol
Photography and Graphic Design by Dana Trippe
Concept by Billy Strings
Design and Layout by Bill Orner and Logan Fox
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough, to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
I lit my brain with rotgut whiskey
'Til my pain was chicken fried
And I had dudes with badges frisk me
And teach me how to swallow pride
I took advice no fool would take
I got some habits I can't shake
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
That's the way it is in life and love
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
I've been up and down and down and out
I've been left and right and wrong
Well, I walked the walk and I ran my mouth
I've been on the short end for too long
But if they gave medals for honky-tonk wars
Hell, I'd keep mine in my chest of drawers
With my IRS bills and divorce papers and all that stuff
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
When you get knocked down, you gotta get back up
I ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I know enough to know
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough
Recorded at Sound Emporium, Nashville, TN on March 2, 2026
Recording Engineer: Skyler Chuckry
Assistant Engineer: Joanna Finley
Mastered by: Patricia Sullivan at Bernie Grundman Mastering
Produced by Billy Strings
Written by Roger Alan Wade
Produced by Billy Strings
Billy Strings: Guitar / Vocals
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Russ Carson: Banjo
Jerry Douglas: Dobro
Jamie Dick: Drums
Billy Strings - Guitar, Vocals
Alex Hargreaves - Fiddle
Billy Failing - Banjo, Vocals
Jarrod Walker- Mandolin, Vocals
Royal Masat - Bass
Nat Smith - Cello
Jamie Dick - Drums
Recording/Tracking Engineer: Chris Montgomery
Stereo Mixing: Brandon Bell
Stereo Mastering: Patricia Sullivan
Spatial Mixing: Chris Montgomery
Spatial Mastering: Chris Montgomery
Recorded April 7, 2024 at American Legion Inglewood Post 82 in Nashville, TN
Engineered by Simon Kemp
Recorded by Brandon Bell
Mixed by Brandon Bell
Mastered by Patricia Sullivan at Bernie Grundman Mastering
Produced by Billy Strings and Bryan Sutton
Billy Strings: Guitar / Vocals
Bryan Sutton: Guitar / Vocals
Photography by Joshua Black Wilkins
Design, Layout and Concept by Billy Strings, Bill Orner and Logan Fox
Escanaba, Seven Weeks in County, Be Your Man, Gone a Long Time, My Alice and Leadfoot
Recorded June 28 - July 10, 2023 in Los Angeles, CA at East West Studios
Engineered by Greg Koller, Assisted by Chaz Sexton and Joe Caldwell
Leaning on a Travelin’ Song, In the Clear, Gild the Lily, Stratosphere Blues, I Believe in You, Cabin Song, Don’t Be Calling Me(at 4am), Malfunction Junction, Seney Stretch, MORBUD4ME, Happy Hollow, It Ain't Before, The Beginning of the End and Richard Petty
Recorded January 22 - 28, February 6 - 10 and March 6, 2024 in Nashville, TN
Engineered by Brandon Bell, Assisted by Jason Tobias
Catch and Release
Recorded January 31, 2021 at Sound Emporium in Nashville, TN
Engineered by Gary Paczosa, Assisted by Sklyer Chuckry
Additional recording June 9, 2024 in Burbank, CA at Apex Studio
Edited by Eric Caudieux
Mixed by Greg Koller
Mastered by Patricia Sullivan at Bernie Grundman Mastering
Produced by Billy Strings and Jon Brion
Additional Production by Brandon Bell
Photography by Dana Trippe
Design, Layout and Concept by Billy Strings and Bill Orner
Produced by Billy Strings
Executive Producer Bill Orner
Archival research by Nick Confino & Bill Orner
Recording Engineer Andy Lytle
Mixed by Brandon Bell / assisted by Annie Petrik
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen at Lurssen Mastering
Artwork by Alex Tenta
Design by Bill Orner
Photography by Jesse Faatz & Andy Tennille
Recorded Live March 4, 2023
Recorded at Lawrence Joel Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Winston-Salem, NC
Recording Engineer Andy Lytle
Mixed by Brandon Bell
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen at Lurssen Mastering
Executive Producer Bill Orner
Billy Strings - Guitar / Vocals
Billy Failing - Banjo
Alex Hargreaves - Fiddle
Royal Masat - Bass
Jarrod Walker - Mandolin
Artwork by Alex Tenta
Design by Bill Orner
Photography by Jesse Faatz
Written by William Apostol (Apostol Publishing, BMI), Aaron Allen (Joy Zone, ASCAP), and Jon Weisberger (Use Your Words Music, BMI and Asheville Music Publishing BMI)
Well I used to like to ramble with my good-time friends and neighbors
now I find I’d rather lie awake in bed
And I don’t get to acting mean when I keep my buzzes clean
and keep the hard stuff and the whiskey from my head
Well I guess that’s just the trouble when you’re always seeing double
and the lines are getting twice as hard to see
I’ve had years I don’t recall but I’m told I had a ball
At least someone did who looked a lot like me
Well I’m California sober as they say
Lately I can find no other way
I can’t stay out and party like I did back in the day
So I’m California sober as they say
I learned out in the hills they have pills to get their thrills
and they love their liquor down in New Orleans
Maybe for a New York minute
Sugarcane will fit the bill But in no time flat you’re out of what you need
The old crew don’t get together
anymore these days much ever
After some went straight and some went straight to jail
Now they’re busy posting vids and just trying to raise their kids
Instead of raising holy hell and posting bail
I was California Sober till I thought the world was over
now I’m sitting on the roadside once again
And when that wagon passes by, I don’t even bat an eye
because the devil on my shoulder always wins
Because the devil on my shoulder always wins
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Paul Hoffman (Grow Bananas Publishing, ASCAP)
Empty, but I've already left
Nothing to return for and little to be kept
Willing, unavailable at best
Clouded with delusions and weary without rest
This will break
I just can't
So I will burn the other end
Onward, forced through what is next
And only for the benefit of somebody else
Stubborn, I refuse to ask for help
The only expense is just the debt to myself
This will break
I just can't
So I will burn the other end
Guilty, resenting what I've done
Traded everything I love for what I have become
It's wasted, no wonder I'm afraid
Always struggling to justify the sacrifice I've made
This will break
I just can't
So I will burn the other end
Performed by
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar, Gang Vocals
Billy Failing: Banjo, Gang Vocals
Royal Masat: Bass, Gang Vocals
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin, Gang Vocals
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle, Gang Vocals
Jack White III: Gang Vocals
T-Bone Burnett: Gang Vocals
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
Ain't got no hat, ain't got no shoes
These people here they treat me fine
These people here they treat me fine
Well they feed me beer and they feed me wine
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
Ain't got no hat, ain't got no shoes
I'm going back to Arkansaw
I'm going back to Arkansaw
Gonna stay right there with my ma and pa
‘Cause I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
Ain't got no hat, ain't got no shoes
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues
Ain't got no hat, ain't got no shoes
A-hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Laurie Foster
And you know you're bound to die
You left her by the roadside
Where you begged to be excused
You left her by the roadside,
then you hid her clothes and shoes
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Laurie Foster
And you know you're bound to die
You took her on the hillside
For to make her your wife
You took her on the hillside
And there, you took her life
You dug the grave four feet long
And you dug it three feet deep
And you rolled the cold clay over her
And tromped it with your feet
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Laurie Foster
And you know you're bound to die
Trouble, oh, it's trouble
Just a-rollin' through my breast
As long as I'm a-livin', boys,
They ain't a-gonna let me rest
You can take down my old violin
And play it all you please
At this time tomorrow, boys,
It'll be of no use to me
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Laurie Foster
And you know you're bound to die
And in this world and one more,
Then reckon where I'll be
If it wasn't for Sheriff Grayson,
I'd be in Tennessee
I know they're gonna hang me,
Well tomorrow, I'll be dead
Although I never harmed a hair
On poor little Laurie's head
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry
You killed little Laurie Foster
And you know you're bound to die
My little darling, oh, how I love you
How I love you none can tell
But in your heart you love another
Little darling pal of mine
Many a day with you I've rambled
Countless hours with you I've spent
Thought I had your love forever
But I find it was only lent
My little darling, oh, how I love you
How I love you none can tell
But in your heart you love another
Little darling pal of mine
Many a night while you lay sleeping
Dreaming of your rambler's eyes
I’m just a poor boy brokenhearted
Listening to the wind at rise
My little darling, oh, how I love you
How I love you none can tell
But in your heart you love another
Little darling pal of mine
There’s just three things that I wish for
That's my casket, shroud, and grave
And when I'm dead, don't weep for me
Just kiss those lips that you betrayed
My little darling, oh, how I love you
How I love you none can tell
But in your heart you love another
Little darling pal of mine
Little darling pal of mine
I was born one morning
The rain came pourin' down,
Well I heard my mamma say to my pappa
Let's call him John Henry Brown
Walk on boy,
Walk on down the road
Well there ain't nobody in the whole wide world
A-gonna help you carry load
Now I left my mamma and pappa
Just about the age of ten
When I got me a job workin' on the levee
Totin' water for the hard workin' men
Walk on boy,
Walk on down the road
Well there ain't nobody in the whole wide world
That’s gonna help you carry your load
Now one day my pappa he told me
Some advice I’d like to give to you
Son, you find you a woman, be good to her
‘Cause she's gonna be good to you
Walk on boy,
Walk on down the road
A-there ain't nobody in this whole wide world
That’s gonna help you carry your load
Now if anyone should ever ask you
Who is that fella Brown
Well you tell him I'm the fella
That left my hammer smokin'
When I beat that ol’ steam drill down
Walk on boy,
Walk on down the road
Now there ain't nobody in this whole wide world
That’s gonna help you carry your load
Walk on boy
Walk on boy
Walk on boy
Instrumental
I've tried for a long time but I think I can't win
I'd do it all better if I could do it a-gain
Wherever I'm going it's the same place I been
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Outside it was hot but inside I was cold
The eyes of the young met the eyes of the old
And what they were thinking I'll never be told
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Then an old lady asked me about the new daylight time
I said it don't matter and she said I don't mind
Then the bus driver said you still owe me a dime
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Well I can't get no job and I can't get no rest
I started out east but I ended up west
I'm still glad to be here I'm sure, I would guess
Ain't it a cold, cold world
I've tried for a long time but I think I can't win
I could do it all better if I could do it a-gain
Wherever I'm going it's the same place I been
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Ain't it a cold, cold world
Way downtown just foolin' around
They took me to the jail
It's oh me and it's oh my
Ain’t no one to go my bail
It was late last night when Willie came home
I heard him a-rapping at the door
He was a-slipping and a-sliding with his new shoes on
Said Billy don't you rap no more
Way downtown just foolin' around
They took me to the jail
It's oh me and it's oh my
Ain’t no one to go my bail
I wish I was over to my sweet Sally's house
Just sittin' in that big armed chair
With a-one arm around my old guitar
And the other one around my dear
Way downtown just foolin' around
They took me to the jail
It's oh me and it's oh my
Ain’t no one to go my bail
Well, one old shirt is just about all I’ve got
And a dollar is all that I crave
Ain’t brought nothing with me into this old world
Ain't gonna take nothing to my grave
Way downtown just foolin' around
They took me to the jail
Oh me and it's oh my
Ain’t no one to go my bail
Way downtown just foolin' around
They took me to the jail
It’s oh me and it's oh my
Ain’t no one to go my bail
RANDALL COLLINS
Now fifteen dollars is my gain, fifteen is my draw
Randall Collins it is my name, in the state of Arkansas
Rollin' dice on the railroad yard, won't get'cha too much, Jack
Workin' on that section gang gonna bust your back
Fifteen dollars is my gain, fifteen is my draw
Randall Collins it is my name, in the state of Arkansas
I’m hanging out by the water tank, where the air is cool
Just watchin' that straw boss hunt for me, no I ain't no-body's fool
Fifteen dollars is my gain, fifteen is my draw
Randall Collins it is my name, in the state of Arkansas
Well they're a'making up train in the Memphis Yard, the longest I ever saw
Gonna ride it down to Fairbanks in the state of Arkansas
Fifteen dollars is my gain, fifteen is my draw
Randall Collins is my name, in the state of Arkansas
Fifteen dollars is my gain, fifteen is my draw
Randall Collins it is my name, in the state of Arkansas
DONE GONE
Instrumental
When I left my home in Tennessee,
And I thought I'd learn to travel,
And then I met a pretty little girl
And soon we played the devil
Well I thought I loved that gal of mine
And I thought we'd live together
And then we tied that fatal knot
And now I'm gone forever.
Gimme back my fifteen cents,
Gimme back my money;
Gimme back my fifteen cents
And I'll go home to Mammy.
Twas fifteen cents for the preacher man
And a dollar for the paper,
Then dear old mother-in-law moved in
And, Lordy, what a caper!
Well I picked a tune for her one day
And she called me a joker
Then that old sow got mad at me
And she hit me with a poker.
Gimme back my fifteen cents,
Gimme back my money;
Gimme back my fifteen cents
And I'll go home to Mammy.
Well I’ve worked in town and I’ve worked on the farm,
And there's no way to suit'em
They're both so damn mad at me
That somebody oughta boot'em.
Well I'm tired of looking at my mother-in-law
And I'd like t'see m'Granny,
Gonna leave the state of Arkansas
And go back home t'Mammy!
Gimme back my fifteen cents,
Gimme back my money;
Gimme back my fifteen cents
And I'll go home to Mammy.
Gimme back my fifteen cents,
Gimme back my money;
Gimme back my fifteen cents
And I'll go home to Mammy.
Shoulder up the gun, and whistle up the dog
Shoulder up the gun, and whistle up the dog
Out to the woods for to catch a groundhog
Oh, groundhog!
Oh run here, Sally, with a snigger and a grin
Run here, Sally, with a snigger and a grin
The groundhog gravy all over her chin
Oh, groundhog!
Gonna eat up the meat and save the hide
Eat up the meat and save the hide
The best damn shoestring that ever was tied
Oh, groundhog!
Now, look out the fellers, they’re about to fall
Look out the fellers, they’re about to fall
Gonna eat that hog before he strikes a boil
Oh, groundhog!
Run here, Sally, with a ten-foot pole
Run here, Sally, with a ten-foot pole
Get that whistle-pig out of his hole
Oh, groundhog!
Shoulder up the gun, and whistle up the dog
Shoulder up the gun, and whistle up the dog
Out to the woods for to catch a groundhog
Oh, groundhog!
Oh, groundhog!
Oh, groundhog!
Come on now all you sinners
If you want to get to heaven, heaven you better get right down on your knees and pray
All you gamblin sinners
You'd better stop playin' that seven ‘leven
Or you won’t be ready for the meet your judgement day
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates for me
When you hear that trumpet blast
I'll be coming home at last
Open up them pearly gates for me
You better go out to your chicken roost and ask yourself an honest question
And the good lord's gonna know it if you lie
You better turn all them chickens loose or you're gonna die from indigestion when you eat that stolen Chicken pie
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates for me
When you hear that trumpet blast
I'll be coming home at last
Open up them pearly gates for me
You'd better take that old keg of gin and dump it every bit right in the river and don't you let old satan stay Your hand
Cause if you fill it up again
It's gonna eat a hole right in your liver and the gates won't open
When you reach that promised land
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates for me
When you hear that trumpet blast
I'll be coming home at last
Open up them pearly gates for me
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates
Open up them pearly gates for me
When you hear that trumpet blast
I'll be coming home at last
Open up them pearly gates for me
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If you ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am dead,
Just do as much for me,
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
Please write to her tenderly.
She's waiting at home like a patient saint,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will brake when I am gone,
I'll see her soon, I know
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said, "Aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the course to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights they could not gain,
And those who doom and death had spared
Rode slowly down again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who fought by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There was no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words her lover had said.
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.
The black smoke from the battle
rollin′ over the hill.
The fires, the dead and the dying
hunting my memories ever still.
Oh, can't you hear,
hear that angel band
singing, "Come home, soldier,
to the Promised Land."
Willy Johnson and me,
Rebel soldiers both from Tennessee,
Willy, he's lyin′ by my side—
spoke these words to me, and then he died.
Oh, can′t you hear,
hear that angel band
singing, "Come home, soldier,
to the Promised Land."
Longstreet, he stole away and cried
when Lee gave him the order to attack.
In his mind′s eye he could see
Most of the boys would not be back.
Oh, can′t you hear,
Is here that angel band
singing, "Come home, soldier,
to the Promised Land."
Oh, can′t you hear,
Is here that angel band
singing, "Come home now soldier,
On to the Promised Land."
Instrumental
Well folks I wanna tell you about a travelin’ man
His home was down in Tennessee
He made a living stealin' chickens
And everything else he could see
Now one day the sheriff got behind that boy
And made him take to the road
Ain't never been a passenger train so fast
Old joker couldn't climb on board
Travelin' man
He must have been a travelin' man
Travelin' ramblin' man
He was the swiftest in the land
Gamblin' ramblin' Joe
They know'd him in every town
No, he couldn’t give up
No, he wouldn't stay put
And I'll guess he never settled down
Well they sent that fella to the spring one day
For to fetch a pail of water
And the distance from the spring to the house
It was sixteen miles and a quarter
He got the water and it was alright
But then he hooked his toe and he fell down
He ran to the house and he got another bucket
Caught the water 'fore it hit the ground
Travelin' man
He must have been a travelin' man
Travelin' ramblin' man
He was the swiftest in the land
Gamblin' ramblin' Joe
They know'd him in every town
He couldn’t give up
No, he wouldn't stay put
And I'll guess he never settled down
Well, he hoboed the great Titanic
Thought he'd sail out the ocean blue
And when he saw that ol' iceberg a comin'
Man off of that boat he flew
And the rest of the fellers all hollered and laughed
Said, "look at what a great big fool"
But while that old boat was a sinking
Joe was shootin' crap in Liverpool
Travelin' man
He must have been a travelin' man
Travelin' ramblin' man
He was the swiftest in the land
Gamblin' ramblin' Joe
They know'd him in every town
He couldn’t give up
And he wouldn't stay put
And I'll guess he never settled down
Well there ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
Well there ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Ain’t don’t matter anyhow
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Now there ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe
Like you’ve never done before
Ah there ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m wishing there was somethin’ that you could do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin’ anyway
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
I’m travelin’ down this long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
And goodbye’s just too good a word, gal
Honey I’ll just say fare thee well
And I’m a-thinkin’ and I’m wond’rin’ as I’m rocking down the road
I loved a woman, but a child I’m told
Gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The revenue officers are coming
They’re gonna tear your still house down
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold cold ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down
Well the first time I saw darling Corey
She was sitting on the banks of the sea
Had a forty-four around her
And a banjo on her knee
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold cold ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down
Well the last time I saw darling Corey
She had a wine glass in her hand
She was drinking away her troubles
With the low down sorry man
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold cold ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down
Can’t you hear them bluebirds singing
Can’t you hear that mournful sound
They’re preaching Corey’s funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold cold ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling Corey down
It was on a cold winter night
When the winds blew across the wild moor
And Mary came wandering home with her child
‘Till she came to her own father's door
Oh father, dear father, she cried
Won’t you come down and open the door
Or this child in my arms, it will perish and die
By the winds that blow across the wild moor
Oh why did I leave this fair spot,
Where once I was happy and free,
I'm now doomed to roam with no friends nor home,
And no one to take pity on me
Oh the father was deaf to her cries
Not a sound of her voice, did he hear
Though the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled
By the winds blew across the wild moor
Oh, how the old man must have felt
When he came to the door, the next mornin'
And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive
Closely clasped in its dead mother's arms
In grief the old man wind away
And the cottage to ruin went soon
And no one they say, will live there to this day
And the winds blew across the wild moor
Now the villagers point out the spot
Where the willows hang over the door
Saying there Mary died, once the gay village bride
By the winds that blow across the wild moor
Instrumental
I’m gonna lay down my old guitar
Gonna lay down my old guitar
Oh I wish I could tie it to my side
And take it along with me
I’m sick in this lonesome bed
I’m sick in this lonesome bed
Ain’t no one to hold my aching head
Well I’m sick in this lonesome bed
I’m gonna lay down my old guitar
I’m gonna lay down my old guitar
I wish I could tie it to my side
And take it along with me
I’m telling this world goodbye
I’m telling this world goodbye
I’m telling this world and my pretty little girl
I’ll soon tell them all goodbye
I’m gonna lay down my old guitar
Gonna lay down my old guitar
Oh I wish I could tie it to my side
And take it along with me
Ain’t no one to cry for me
Ain’t no one to cry for me
Well I’ve wandered so far away don’t you see
Ain’t no one to cry for me
I’m gonna lay down my old guitar
Gonna lay down my old guitar
I wish I could tie it to my side
And take it along with me
Oh I wish I could tie it to my side
And take it along with me
Where the air is clear
And the road is straight
All the choices have been made
I’ll keep rollin’ right along
Leaning on a travelin’ song
Seeing things that just aint’ there
Five hours away from anywhere
Highway 80 way out west
Can’t afford to get no rest
Bolt of lightning up on high
Rips the darkness from the sky
Behind the wheel where I belong
Leaning on a travelin’ song
I can’t recall the past ten miles
Standing still feels like I’m flyin’
That old moon is shining bright
Keep her steady, lord keep it right
Traverse City to Santa Fe
Sacramento on down to Tampa Bay
Cruising through the early dawn
Leaning on a travelin’ song
I’m leaning on a travelin’ song
Listening to a highway prayer
Gonna be a long time gone
If I ever make it there
Where the air is clear and the road is straight
All the choices have been made
I’ll keep rollin’ right along
Leaning on a travelin’ song
I’ll keep rollin’ right along
Leaning on a travelin’ song
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Thomm Jutz (Thomm Songs, SESAC; Administered by: Bluewater Music)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin, Backing Vocals
Alex Hargreaves: 1st Fiddle
Jason Carter: 2nd Fiddle
Lindsay Lou: Backing Vocals
Well here I am pulled over now
Just crying on the shoulder
Down the road that I’ve been driving on for days
So I aim my moral compass
But it’s spinning like a wheel
And you could take that many different ways
I’ve had days as black as night time
And nights that lasted years
I spent a thousand hours on my knees
Broke down and started praying
But I was pleading with the wind
Just to never feel the difference in the breeze
They say heaven knows the road is slow
Lord, how the hell would heaven know?
Just where am I supposed to go from here?
How much longer now before I’m in the clear?
Every mile I turned over
Flashes by a little slower
And I guess I better find a place to stay
‘Cause the lightning in the distance
And the thunderheads roll by
And the morning seems to hurry far away
When the fog lifts off the valley
Where the half moon hides a halo
Beneath the veil of silver linen haze
Maybe then I’ll journey onward
With the darkness in my eyes
While I’m holding on to hopes of brighter days
They say heaven knows the road is slow
Lord, how the hell would heaven know?
Just where am I supposed to go from here?
How much longer now before I’m in the clear?
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing), Aaron Allen (Joy Zone, ASCAP) and Jon Weisberger (Use Your Words Music, BMI and Asheville Music Publishing, BMI)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo, Backing Vocals
Royal Masat: Bass, Backing Vocals
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Sitting under the cypress tree I saw a miracle flying high
I tuned into the song that she was singing
The melody was an honest friend and it felt like I was learning to fly
But I fear I’ll never know the feeling
It must be nice (it must feel good)
To just be heard
And it might sound a bit absurd
I’d sing along with the birds
I’d sing along if I only knew the words
I’d sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words
Staring into the wishing well has got you feeling a particular way
You can’t stand to see your own reflection
So toss a penny and close your eyes and try to think of something to say
And don’t waste your wishes on perfection
It must be nice (it must feel good)
To just be heard
And it might sound a bit absurd
I’d sing along with the birds
I’d sing along if I only knew the words
I’d sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words
I’d master every verse until my spirit learned to burst
Into the morning sun
While my heart is on the run
All the wind in the whistlin’ world could whip a whisper any given day
Just to see if there was anyone to listen
They say the April rain will fall to resurrect the flowers of May
You can’t know who you love until you miss them
It must be nice (it must feel good)
To just be heard
And it might sound a bit absurd
I’d sing along with the birds
I’d sing along if I only knew the words
I’d sing along with the birds, if I only knew the words
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Jarrod Walker (Lithia Springs Music, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar, 12 String Guitar, Resonator Guitar, Shaker
Billy Failing: Banjo
Jon Brion: Bass, Drums
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Nathaniel Smith: Cello
I’ve got seven weeks in county boys, but I don’t blame the man
I’ve won and lost some poker chips, but I won’t blame the hand
It’s been seven years of famine, but I never blamed the land
Just give me peace and quiet boss, I’ll take it where I can
Give me peace and quiet boss, I’ll take it where I can
My only enemy is out to get me
To make me pay for what I’ve done
He’s out to catch me and he’s on the trail to find me
Sure as hell he’ll whip me when he does
Sure as hell he’ll whip me when he does
There’s a hunger in my belly and a pounding in my head
Buzzards turn impatiently expecting I’ll be dead
Desert sun is burning high above my shadow can’t find shade
Got seven weeks in county to lay in that bed I made
Seven weeks in county to lay in that bed I made
My only enemy is out to get me
To make me pay for what I’ve done
He’s out to catch me and he’s on the trail to find me
Sure as hell he’ll whip me when he does
Sure as hell he’ll whip me when he does
Each day I see his evil eyes the man who put me here
I see him when I shave my face so guilty in the mirror
Looking back disgusted with a hollow hateful stare
For seven weeks in county and for always everywhere
Seven weeks in county and for always everywhere
My worst enemy is out to get me
To make me pay for what I’ve done
Out to catch me and on he’s the trail to find me
Sure as hell he’ll whip me when he does
Sure as hell he’ll whip me when he does
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Aaron Allen (Joy Zone, ASCAP)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar, Whistle
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandocello
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Jon Brion: Drums, Percussion
Every time I see the sun
Its like my life has just begun
Like my life has just begun
Every time I hear your voice
It leaves me with no other choice
leaves me with no other choice
And If you leave me for the moon
Another day is coming soon
Another day is coming soon
When the wind comes sailing’ through
And the sky comes down so blue
Will your will to love me still remain?
Every time I see the sun
It’s like my life has just begun
Like my life has just begun
Every time I hear your voice
You leave me with no other choice
It leaves me with no other choice
Stratosphere Blues
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, 12 String Guitar, Keyboard, Percussion
Couldn’t help but wonder why you threw yourself away
Come on out from under and just take it day by day
It’s true, I believe in you
I took a walk to wonder and I wandered on a thought
Its kinda hard to get through all the things we ain’t been taught
It’s true, but I believe in you
I believe in you
After all the tears and dedication
Sure I could cut you a little slack
‘long as you live I’m sorry to tell you
You’ll never get that monkey off your back
I never even listened when you said you couldn’t breath
How the water glistens then you’re sinking underneath
It’s true, but I’m sinking too
I could be the anchor when you’re drifting out to sea
And I’d take your hand if you’d just hold it out for me
It’s true, I’m reaching out for you
And I believe in you
After all the years of medication
It feels good to get your life on track
‘long as you live I’m sorry to tell you
You’ll never get that monkey off your back
You’ll never get that monkey off your back
I Believe in You
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar, Ebow Electric Guitar, Shaker
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Tenor Guitar
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Taneka Samone: Backing Vocals
Take me back to the woods where she left me
Let me walk through them hills all alone
Where your love still wanders through the valley
And the vines have covered up our cabin home
Far away in a great northern forest
There’s a place where I once loved to dwell
And it feels like my poor heart is breaking
For the girl that I used to love so well
So take me back to the woods where she left me
Let me walk through them hills all alone
Where your love still wanders through the valley
And the vines have covered up our cabin home
Now the years flying by just like an eagle
And it’s casting a shadow down below
My memory is piercing like a needle
And I know that I got nowhere left to go
So take me back to the woods where she left me
Let me walk through them hills all alone
Where your love still wanders through the valley
And the vines have covered up our cabin home
If I ever made it back to our cabin
Well that’s where I’d want to be forever more
When I die you can lay me there beside her
Where the vines have covered up the door
So take me back to the woods where she left me
Let me walk through them hills all alone
Where your love still wanders through the valley
And the vines have covered up our cabin home
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo, Backing Vocals
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Now don’t be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you’re thinking you still got my number
And don’t be closing down every bar downtown
Stumbling around and searching for some loving
Oh I’m not what you need, cause if I was what you needed
Then you would have left them other boys alone
So don’t be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I’m at home
There was a time when I believed that you would be the one for me
But now I know, I’m just living in a lie
It was all just make believe another foolish fantasy
I think it’s plain to see that I have changed my mind
I believe I’ve had enough. Have you even been in love?
I’ve been crying every minute since you’ve gone
So don’t be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I’m at home
Well I prayed myself to sleep, you still show up in my dreams
I don’t think the lord above can even hear me
But I’m faithful nonetheless, though I never get no rest
I can’t even catch a wink without you near me
Oh you never do me right, out there neath the neon light
Somehow I’m the one that’s always in the wrong
So don’t be calling me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I’m at home
I said don’t be callin’ me at 4 in the morning
Just because you wanna know if I’m at home
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Shawn Camp (Shawn Camp Family Music, BMI; administered by: Hipgnosis)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Jerry Douglas: Dobro
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Mandolin, Guitar , Ebow Electric Guitar, Percussion
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Well I woke up this mornin’ bout’ a quarter past 4
I grabbed a cap and bag and slipped out the door
Hooked up my tracker, to the uhaul hitch
I went and picked up Vince and we headed out to peep the sitch… figured we’d try to get into some smallies in the clear water .. prayin’ there wasn’t nothin’ to get snagged up on
So we’re cruising somewhere near Livingston
I had some herb in my bowl and I lit it again
I was jabbered at the jaw and crimson in the eye
On the way to Dale Hollow I was floating like a butterfly (then I got stung by a bee)
I had to squeeze the mustard, uncle Vinnie said “wow”
Then I saw the lights flash and my heart sank down
And a man strolled up, with a real nice lean
And I rolled down my window and he smelled my weed
He said “I’m officer Looper the Tennessee state trooper and I’ll take your license...and your registration...and your grass”….I guess it was only a matter of time.
He said “where you headin?” , I said to catch some bass
He said “step on out under my magnifying glass”
He made me watch his fingers and touch my nose then he made me count to thirty but then he let me go
Made my day. I reckon it was a little catch and release
So that there’s my story and I want you to know
If you’re gonna go fishing ya better take it slow
Better look both ways and keep’er in line
Let this be a lesson to you and your partners in crime
Always watch your 6 and 9, Don’t roll through the stop signs, you don’t always need to make the verses rhyme, don’t be mixing liquor with your wine, if you feel so inclined, keep me in mind
And by the way, only break one law at a time
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing), Aaron Allen (Joy Zone, ASCAP) and Jon Weisberger (Use Your Words Music, BMI and Asheville Music Publishing, BMI)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
When I got to New York City
I was looking for another side of life
And my feet were so damn calloused
I could probably walk the edges of a knife
My mistakes had often lead me to believe
I’ll never find an open door
Now I’m busted flat and broken
And I don’t know what the hell I’m waiting for
Some could see that I was stumbling
And a couple even stopped to lend a hand
Most would pass me by in ridicule
And fail to recognize a fellow man
Now the wind is growing bitter
And the leaves begin to die and start to fall.
And I wonder if next summer
If I’ll even be around this place at all.
If I could go back to the days when I was young
I’d travel the whole world over and then some
I’d come back to you with an everlasting lily in my hand.
And I’d show the world just what it means to me
For me to get to be your man
On the edges of a fading afternoon
I heard a voice within my head
And the echoes of forgotten words
From all the dusty books I haven’t read
And I wondered if by chance I should’ve listened back
To what they said in school
It occurred to me I might’ve been the class clown then
But now I’m just a fool
If I could go back to the days when I was young
I’d travel the whole world over and then some
And I’d come back to you with an everlasting lily in my hand
I’d show the world just what it means to me
For me to get to be your man
Yes I’d show the world just what it means to me for me
To get to be your man
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Cory Henry: Piano
Well I’m heading south to Georgia for two shows in a row
Didn't get much sleep last night the way these driver’s roll
Heaven seems so far away I believe my weary soul
Will be gone a long time
I heard my baby laughing like a jackal in the night
I looked in through the window and I saw an awful sight
He took off my overcoat and she turned out the light
And I'll be gone a long time
Well a Jay bird sees a little worm a’dancing on the ground
I guess there ain't no hiding place no matter where you're found
I just came from Traverse City now i'm Withlacoochee bound
I'll be gone a long time
Jesus took the water and turned it into wine
Me I'll take them pretty girls and try to make em’ mine
And I tell 'em not to worry that I'll see them down the line
I'll be gone a long time
I just keep a-rolling to the rhythm of the band
If you think I'm lucky boys you just don't understand
I'll pick this old guitar until my fingers turn to sand
And I'll be gone a long time
I'll be gone a long time
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Jarrod Walker (Lithia Springs Music, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo, Backing Vocals
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin, Backing Vocals
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Jon Brion: Percussion
Before the train, before the road
A dream of wheels someday to roll
Songs unsung and tales untold
Before the train, before the road
Before the steamboat paddle wheel
How did the mighty river feel?
A steady flow and an even keel
Before the steamboat paddle wheel
Before, along before, it ain’t before no more
Before, along before, it ain’t before no more
It ain’t before
Before the wagons headed west
Before the gold and all the rest
The sun upon the mountain’s crest
Before the wagons headed west
Before the mighty buffalo
The wind and water, the rain and snow
A silence none of us could know
Before the mighty buffalo
Before, along before, it ain’t before no more
Before, along before, it ain’t before no more
It ain’t before
Before I meet my journey’s end
I’ll try to be an honest friend
I’ll see you all up around the bend
Before I meet my journey’s end
Before, along before, it ain’t before no more
Before, along before, it ain’t before no more
It ain’t before
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Thomm Jutz (Thomm Songs, SESAC; Administered by: Bluewater Music)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Peter “Madcat” Ruth: Harmonica, Jaw Harp
Victor Furtado: Clawhammer Banjo
Early in the fall back deep in the woods
The first hint of frost is upon you
Bout’ a mile beyond the field stone wall
It’s not hard to get lost if you want to
Too far from the city to see the white lights
I move in the shadows under cover of the night
Too far from the highway to blow a flat tire
I stare in the ashes and fire
Now John Saint Paul is a well known man
Of wealth in his skyscraper palace
He likes his old Cadillac prepped for long drives
I don’t like how he looks at my Alice
I work his garage with a wrench in my glove
Bring the stench of his gasoline home to my love
She swears once again she has all she desires
As I stare in the ashes and fire
One day late last week when I got the word
The boss needs his Caddie all steady
I remembered his eyes all over my wife
As I carefully get my tools ready
What a terrible shame should he ever break down
With me on his trail and so far from town
If his brakes were to fail, if he blew out a tire
And I stared in the ashes and fire
Now John Saint Paul is a well known man
Of wealth in his skyscraper palace
He likes his old Cadillac prepped for long drives
I don’t like how he looks at my Alice…
I don’t like how he looks at my Alice…
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing), Aaron Allen (Joy Zone, ASCAP) and Jon Weisberger (Use Your Words Music, BMI and Asheville Music Publishing, BMI)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar, Percussion
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin, mandocello
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle, mandolin
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Well a friend with weed is a damn good friend of mine
I said a friend with weed is a damn good friend of mine
‘Cause I love my weed and smoke it all the time
If you don’t like smokin’ that’s quite all right with me
If you don’t like smokin’ that’s quite all right with me
‘Cause if you ain’t smokin’ then there’s just more bud for me
Sailing through the haze
This life is but a phase
Riding through the smoke
This life is just a joke
If I spend my morning with a jibber I’m doing fine
If I can spend my morning with a jibber then I’m doing fine
If I start with two then my whole world’s realigned
Well a friend with weed is a damn good friend of mine
Said a friend with weed is a damn good friend of mine
‘Cause I love my weed and smoke it all the time
Mmmhmm
More bud for me
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Bong, Lighter, Grinder, Papers, Bowl, Jar, Cough
Well Leadfoot Leadfoot racing from the sun
Got a 502 in an old Chevelle, he’s letting’ them ponies run
Leadfoot Leadfoot carrying’ a heavy load
Now don’t you step out in the way when he’s racing down the road
Well I heard old Leadfoot coming from a mile and a half away
I stepped out on the street there and here’s what I had to say
I said “hey now, hey now, slow that old thing down
This city ain't your highway and you’re tearing up my town”
Now Leadfoot Leadfoot racing from the sun
Got a 502 in an old Chevelle, he’s letting’ them ponies run
Well late last night I heard the crash from up by Yeoman’s Hill
It was the feeling I had all along
I knew he’d finally killed himself in that old car
And I ran down to see the risin’ flame
Just then I realized I never even knew his name
Just called him Leadfoot Leadfoot racing from the sun
Had a 502 in an old Chevelle, he was letting’ them ponies run
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Banjo, Guitar, Bass, Steel Guitar, Ebow Electric Guitar, 1972 Chevrolet Chevelle
Matt Chamberlain: Drums
Well down the road a mile or three
A graveyard by the hickory tree
Laid ‘em down with all their sorrow
Down in Happy Hollow
Well listen close you’ll hear the call
It’ all for one and one for y’all
There ain’t no time to weep and wallow
Down on Happy Hollow
As the years keep flying by
Still a rocky road to roam
Like a Sparrow to the sky
I’ll always find my way back home
Well solemn judge he comes around
All the way from Nashville town
Looking for a swig to swallow
Down on Happy Hollow
Well the sign out on the front door reads
Leave a list of what you need
If I ain’t here come back tomorrow
Down on Happy Hollow
As the years keep flying by
Still a rocky road to roam
Like a Sparrow to the sky
I’ll always find my way back home
A rusted tin roof in the rain
Cabin down a grandma lane
If you lead, I’ll surely follow
Back to Happy Hollow
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing) and Thomm Jutz (Thomm Songs, SESAC; Administered by: Bluewater Music)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo, Backing Vocals
Royal Masat: Bass, Backing Vocals
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
This is the beginning of the end
It’s been a real nice time and I can’t wait
To see you all again
This is the beginning of the end
If there’s anyone around you
Throw your arm around a friend
Cause’ the end of today
Could be the end of the way we’ve been living
If you wind end up on the wrong side of the road
You’ll always have a hand to hold
It’s like a dream that I just never want to end
Wish I could stay right here with all my best friends
It’s the end of the line
It’s the end of the show
It’s the end of the record
Even though I hate to go
I could stay here for awhile
If I had nowhere to be
But this old highway keeps on calling
For the end of you and me
So this is the beginning of the end
It’s been a real nice time and I can’t wait
To see you folks again
This is the beginning of the end
If there’s anyone around
You throw your arm around a friend
At the end of the day
It’s the end of the way we been living
And if you wind end up on the wrong side of the road
You’ll always have a hand to hold
It’s like a dream that I just never want to end
Wish I could stay right here with all my best friends
It’s the end of the line
It’s the end of the show
It’s the end of the record
Even though I hate to go
I could stay here for a while
If I had nowhere to be
But this old highway keeps on calling
For the end of you and me
So this is the beginning of the end
It’s been a real nice time and I can’t wait
To see you folks again
This is the beginning of the end
If there’s anyone around
You throw your arm around a friend
If there’s anyone around you
Hold them close cause’ it’s the end.
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Vocals, Guitar
Billy Failing: Banjo
Royal Masat: Bass
Jarrod Walker: Mandolin
Alex Hargreaves: Fiddle
Now one of these days I’ll wake up tired of the life I’m living
And feel inspired to get off my ass
And be on my way
One of these days I’ll wake up steady and ready-to-go like Richard Petty
I’m gonna wake up and change my ways
One of these days
One of these days
I’m gonna find me a better way
To live my life
And carry on without the strife
I know it won’t come easy but believe me when I say
I’m gonna wake up and change my ways
One of these days
One of these days I’m coming up to it
Gonna put my foot right down and do it
It’s about damn time
I made a change
One of these days I’m bound for glory
And that’s the moral of this old story
I’m gonna wake up and change my ways
One of these days
One of these days
I’m gonna find me a better way to live my life
And carry on without the strife
I know it won’t come easy
But believe me when I say
I’m gonna wake up
And change my ways
One of these days
One of these days
I’m gonna find me a better way to live my life
And carry on without the strife
I know it won’t come easy
But believe me when I say
I’m gonna wake up
And change my ways
One of these days
I’m gonna wake up
And change my ways
One of these days
Written by Billy Strings (Apostol Publishing, BMI; administered by: Songs of Tuckaway Music, BMI and Sony Tree Publishing)
Billy Strings: Lead Vocals
Billy Failing: Tenor Vocals
Royal Masat: Bass Vocals
Jarrod Walker: Baritone Vocals
Bluegrass Traditional
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by George Jones
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Doc Watson
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Hank Thompson
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Arthel Lane “Doc” Watson & Gaither Carlton
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Ray Pennington & Roy Eugene Marcum
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TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Eugene Wellman
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TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Jody Emerson & Roger Bowling
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by A.P. Carter
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Lawrence Hammond
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Bluegrass Traditional
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Damon Black
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Lester Flatt & Bill Monroe
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
Written by Carl Story & Lowell Blanchard
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
TERRY BARBER: GUITAR, VOCALS
DEBRA BARBER: VOCALS
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol), Jon Weisberger, & Aaron Allen
Well all I know is everything I’ve learned
And if I’m changing that's the reason that I’ll turn
Into someone I can trust
Before I turn back into dust
There's an answer but I wouldn't be concerned
Out of everything I’ve seen and all I’ve heard
And everywhere I’ve been around the whole wide world
There's still something I can't find
I've been lost within my mind
Since you fell out of my sight without a word
Well I thought I knew it all
Till I crashed into the wall
Let me learn from my mistakes
And try to pick up all the pieces
Well the night we met I thought you were the one
Yes and when you left I nearly came undone
There’s a million miles to go
At the end I still won’t know
What I did to ever send you on the run
Now the memories just keep flying ‘round and ‘round
And I’m traveling faster than the speed of sound
Well the bigger I stand tall
It's the harder I may fall
On the day my vices lay me in the ground
Well I thought I knew it all
Till I crashed into the wall
Let me learn from my mistakes
And try to pick up all the pieces
Well all I know is everything I've learned
And if I’m changing that's the reason that I’ll turn
Into someone I can trust
Before I turn back into dust
There's an answer but I wouldn't be concerned
Well I thought I knew it all
Till I crashed into the wall
Let me learn from my mistakes
And try to pick up all the pieces
Let me learn from my mistakes
And try to pick up all the pieces
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN, VOCALS
ROYAL MASAT: BASS, VOCALS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol), Jon Weisberger, & Aaron Allen
It’s something cold like what I stuck around to fight through
And it gets feeling tougher every day
I feel like everybody likes to run their mouth but
can’t decide on what it is they’re tryin’ to say
There’s nothing wrong with hearing voices
Even when they’re in your dreams
And if you’d listen in tomorrow could be better than it seems
I used to think I couldn’t even count my blessings
But now I know they’re few and far between
And when I look at my reflection in the mirror
I can see some man I’ve never even seen
The wasted life I left behind me
Was just a war I couldn’t win
I’m the devil’s guest of honor that’s the best it’s ever been
Little said is soonest mended
Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles
I’d rather be abandoned or alone
Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
I know a man whose pain is heavy like an anchor
and it drags him to the bottom of the sea
His cloudy eyes are often lost behind a daydream
Or frozen in some broken memory
I’ve never heard him speak about what happened
He’ll never say what laid him low
There are secrets that we carry that are ours to bare alone
You said a love that’s kept in secret dies in darkness
And a soul needs to confess to be set free
So I’m lifting back the cover of my heart, dear
And hoping that you’ll do the same for me
It’s not too pretty, but it’s open
It’s the only way I know to tell you true
I’d walk the world alone before I’d ever walk away from you
Little said is soonest mended
Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles
I’d rather be abandoned or alone
Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
If you can link your value to your wallet or a key chain
Or a locked wrought iron fence around your yard
Living check to check, a skinny tie around your neck
On stolen time and borrowed numbers off a card
You blink and life is left behind you
There’s no escape, that’s just a fact
We’re all a dollar short and
every one of us is running out of track
Little said is soonest mended
Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles
I’d rather be abandoned or alone
Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
Little said is soonest mended
Without a wing a word could fly a 1,000 miles
I’d rather be abandoned or alone
Just so I could lend my secrets to the wind
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS, GUITJO
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN, VOCALS
ROYAL MASAT: BASS, VOCALS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol) & Aaron Allen
Down by the river
The water’s cold
Used to have a girl but that’s alright
She came to me in a dream
And slipped away like a running stream
The hours of silence
In the light of the moon
Brings to me a sense of ease
There’s nothing else that I could do
For that woman won't be pleased
I see her running
But I’m not the same
I’ve chased after pleasure
To bury my pain
But it’s resurrected
When I say her name
My love and regret are one in the same
The scream of a raven
The screech of an owl
A heartbroke and lonesome coyote howl
Those old Hartford records that we used to play
And the silence when she went away
A flower illustrated in bloom
Floating on a wisp of consciousness
She rides innocently down the river to
the place where the light lives
And shrugs off enchantment with a sigh
Dreaming from the first moment of her life
Unheard songs bathed in silver ring out as
morning rolls into the endless
I see her running
But I’m not the same
I’ve chased after pleasure
To bury my pain
But it’s resurrected
When I say her name
My love and regret are one in the same
I keep wandering back
To a place in my mind
Where moonlight reflections return to her eyes
To gaze at the water once more
Before turning again to the sky
Down by the river
The water’s cold
Used to have a girl but that’s alright
She came to me in a dream
And slipped away like a running stream
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
PIANO, SYNTH, BASS DRUM, BELLS, CHIMES
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
SPENCER CULLUM JR.: PEDAL STEEL
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol) & Aaron Allen
Well I was walking down the street just the other day
I had a double headed nickel and a bill to pay
There was bubblegum a’blistered on the hot cement
And I was waiting like patience on a monument
Well I rolled a little spliff and tightened up my shoes
And I went to the corner where I lit the fuse
Disgusted by the loneliness I couldn’t lose
I sat and wrote a little verse to the ‘rona blues
I said I always wanna do the things I used to do
But everybody got a job and works enough for two
We could have a little party at the end of the day
But everybody had a family and moved away
So I’m sitting with a paper soakin’ on my tongue
And feeling better than I did back when I was young
Now I’m seeing music that nobody else can see
With all the colors like a symphony surrounding me
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS, SYNTH, GUITJO, BELLS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol) & Paul Hoffman
So in the morning when I see her in the light
She comes through to me in any kind of weather
And I know I'll never see a brighter day
When she smiles with her eyes
And even with a clouded heart chocked full of doubt
She can sing away the worry of rejection
She’s a wonder to behold
I'll love her till I'm growing old and that’s the plan
But if I could find more, that’s worthy
I surrender it all
I’m not sure that I deserve the love that I receive
But I give it all to her
Captivating when she moves across the floor
I remembered what it is I came here for
And it seems so easy now
I can’t believe it but somehow I’ve made her mine
Every now and then the past will ring a bell
But I’m not looking back I'm only moving forward
If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't be
here anyhow and it’s been clear
But if I could find more, that’s worthy
I surrender it all
I’m not sure that I deserve the love that I receive
But I give it all to her
So if I come to some conclusion by tonight
I'll be free from all the sorrow I've been drinking
I swear I'll never let her down
I couldn't bare to hear the sound of her steps leaving
And in the evening when the sun is running low
I’ll walk bravely through the fields of burning ember
and I’ll remember everything she said to me when
our love was first in bloom
But if I could find more, that’s worthy
I surrender it all
All the praise that I could earn
Means nothing without hers
I’m not sure that I deserve all the love that I receive
But I give it all to her
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol), Jon Weisberger, Aaron Allen, Jarrod Walker, & John Mailander
Well there’s nothing worse than feeling
like you’re first in line for losing
I thought my life was cruising then it crumbled all away
I had a lot to give but what I gave should be forgotten
Unnoticed like a stranger I’ll surrender for the day
Well this night was an illusion,
it came down like an intrusion
I stay up through the night though
I can’t stand it sinking low
I’m a witness to the fight between
the darkness and the light
You’re a mean old world I’m leaving though
I have no place to go
You’re a mean old world I’m leaving though
I have no place to go
This old world took me for a ride
I lost everything I had and then my pride
So much that I don’t know, but I guess I’m set to go
And this old world she took me for a ride
I was raised when I saw ugliness
to try to make some beauty
Found purpose in the duty when
I couldn’t find the shore
What beauty couldn’t lift just simply floated on adrift
Rolling on directionless and lost forevermore
It goes from bad to worse sometimes
before it can get better
I string some words together and
just try to speak the truth
I have a lot to get, I hope my lot will be forgiven
Pardon me for living for the time I’m here with you
Pardon me for living for the time I’m here with you
This old world took me for a ride
I lost everything I had and then my pride
So much that I don’t know, but I guess I’m set to go
And this old world she took me for a ride
When I lay my body down I’d like to
feel the dirt beneath me
And the howling wind could sheath me and
I’d finally be set free
For a moment you can yawn and
throw my things into a pile
My dawn is finally here and
yours might come in just a while
My dawn is finally here and
yours might come in just a while
This old world took me for a ride
I lost everything I had and then my pride
So much that I don’t know, but I guess I’m set to go
And this old world she took me for a ride
This old world she took me for a ride
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN, VOCALS
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Jarrod Walker & Christian Ward
She ebbs and flows like water,
and she feels just like wine
She loved the things I bought her,
when I did not have a dime
There were times I felt like hiding,
she could almost read my mind
In her yard the trees are dying,
and there’s nothing growing on the vine
I’ll be here if you need me
I’ll be here, even if you don’t
Show me the door
or show me something more
Take me in or shove me out to sea
She lit me up like powder,
and she scattered me like dust
A broken bell in a crooked tower,
born to fall and built to rust
I’ll be here if you need me
I’ll be here, even if you don’t
Show me the door
or show me something more
Take me in or shove me out to sea
Couldn't see much deeper
than a penny on the ground
We looked as far as flesh and bone
So that was all we found
She told me there’s no way of knowing,
when the last time had come and gone
We can’t reap what we’ve been sowing,
waiting for answers farther along
I’ll be here if you need me
I’ll be here, even if you don’t
Show me the door
or show me something more
Take me in or shove me out to sea
Show me the door
or show me something more
Take me in or shove me out to sea
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS, GUITJO
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN, VOCALS
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
SPENCER CULLUM JR.: PEDAL STEEL
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol), Jon Weisberger, & Aaron Allen
In the cold early morning in the hills of Kentucky
I woke to the sound of the rain
And the girl from last evening laid silently sleeping
though I couldn't remember her name
My head was a pounding and the sweat poured
around me like the faucet that she left on high,
With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older
and I swear I could break down and cry
I Never once made a dollar, which I didn’t gamble,
or scramble to burn at both ends
I’ve raged all night long, in the hour before dawn
on spirits and bitters and blends
What’s left of my day might be crimson or
grey but never again black and white
With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older
and I swear I could break down and cry
I'm a fool with my money and I'm a fool with
my drinking I'm sinking to bottom of the well,
Adding fuel to the fire like my wildest desire
is to spend the next lifetime in hell
I could cruise down to Hades, in a
snow white Mercedes and a devilish look in my eye
With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older
and I swear I could break down and cry
There's a hard place on one side and a
Rock on the other, no corners to cut in this maze,
Only one way to do it, just to grin and bear through it,
I've been drinking up the courage for days
So I’ll drain every cup and keep stacking them up
till the sun stumbles out of the sky
With a chip on my shoulder I'm another day older
and I swear I could break down and cry
I’ll keep on this way till my last dying day,
it’s a blessing I’ve tried to disguise
With a chip on my shoulder I’m another day older
and I swear I could break down and cry
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN, VOCALS
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Jarrod Walker & Christian Ward
Daisy red daisy growin’ on a hill
Sunshine fallin’ on her petals so fine
At first when I found you all covered in the dew
The stars had all faded the day was brand new
Daisy red daisy growin’ on a hill
Sunshine fallin’ on her petals so fine
When the skies are gloomy
and you’re covered in the frost
Daisy red daisy I fear my soul is lost
Daisy red daisy growin’ on a hill
Sunshine fallin’ on her petals so fine
Queen of the springtime
my body’s getting old
Winter winds might bind me but
I’ll keep you from the cold
Daisy red daisy growin’ on a hill
Sunshine fallin’ on her petals so fine
One day a passing traveler plucked
you from the ground
Oh how I'll miss you and your crimson crown
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol), Jon Weisberger, & Aaron Allen
There ain't enough corn mash
In this whole sorry town
To wash off or burn out
The way it all went down
But that cork squeaks so loud
When it’s sneaking its way out
That I’m afraid to death she's going to hear
Now the fire on my tongue
Is for those who die young
And the weariness of we who stay behind
There's poison sickness in my heart
And I don't trust the ashes of my mind
I’ve got too many sorrows
And far too little time
To sit and drown out these memories
Under Tennessee rye
But the salt on the rim
Has me thinking about him
And my shaking hands can't hold back no more tears
Now the fire on my tongue
Is for those who die young
And the weariness of we who stay behind
There's poison sickness in my heart
And I don't trust the ashes of my mind
Whispering my shame
To the bottom of my glass
Won’t get me through the dawn
Or make the darkness pass
So I’ll hold out tonight
And clench this bottle tight
And drink about the light I saw in you
Now the fire on my tongue
Is for those who die young
And the weariness of we who stay behind
There's poison sickness in my heart
It’s tearing me apart
And I don't trust the ashes of my mind
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS, VOCALS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol) & Lindsay Lou
Absolutely nothing
Nothing for to show
She’s feeling helpless
like there’s nowhere left to go
Things she set out to do
She made sure were done
She’s feeling dismal
But she’s not the only one
Take time to listen to the quiet ones
Watch how the pain lives
underneath the skin
Forgotten words and lost
love won’t make the grade
On a lonesome journey
Tryin’ to stay high
Put another coin in and
stop to wave goodbye
Praying to the hologram
High up in the sky
Is it for justice or is it just for the crime
Take time to listen to the quiet ones
Watch how the pain lives
underneath the skin
Forgotten words and lost
love won’t make the grade
Killers on the TV
Writing on the wall
How could such a kind heart
take such a heavy fall
Absolutely nothing
Nothing for to show
Heart and guts against the wind
and nowhere left to go
Take time to listen to the lonely ones
Watch how the rain gives
up a chance to swim
Burn the broken bridges and
we’ll build them up again
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol), Billy Failing, Royal Masat, & Jarrod Walker
A twisted game of hide and seek
The stench of darkness and defeat
Another day without relief
Leaves me broken
Curtains falling all around
Echoes up from underground
Screaming out without a sound
Leaves me breathless
Well it’s a dark time I do believe
A cold winds a blowin' at my door
Incredible light I'm gonna find
Where I don’t have to worry anymore
A feast for eyes deprived of peace
Internal pressure no release
Pain eternal my disease
Neverending
Paralyzed and drowned in thought
All the things that I have lost
My salvation can't be bought
Drains me empty
Well it’s a dark time I do believe
A cold winds a blowin' at my door
Incredible light I'm gonna find
Where I don’t have to worry anymore
I wasn’t ready to believe
Constant failure to achieve
Nothing hidden up my sleeve
I remember
Well it’s a dark time I do believe
A cold winds a blowin' at my door
Incredible light I'm gonna find
Where I don’t have to worry anymore
It’s a dark time I do believe
A cold winds a blowin' at my door
Incredible light I'm gonna find
Where I don’t have to worry anymore
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS, VOCALS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol)
Instrumental
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, CHIMES
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN, RESONATOR GUITAR
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
GRANT MILLIKEM : SYNTH
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol), Billy Failing, Royal Masat, & Jarrod Walker
It’s a careless wind that carries me
across the great divide
From the wretched underworld to
the place where fear resides
Behind the line you hold,
you can only hold so long
When you see my forked tongue
and hear my twisted song
My sign is the fire line, uncontrolled
My bitter ruthlessness is a beacon to behold
Like cancer growing, someday to die
Where the water’s flowing I’m
gonna drain the river dry
‘Cause it’s a poison dream
Keeps me running through the night
I’ll take it all and then some more
By the dawning of the sickly morning light
Burn through the midnight oil
and the bridges I can’t cross
Somehow I’ll find myself in
everything you’ve lost
We’ve seen it all before but
it comes as no surprise
Just like reflections of the fire in your eyes
It’s a poison dream
Keeps me running through the night
I’ll take it all and then some more
By the dawning of the sickly morning light
And when the work is done and the devil’s called his time
You’ll feel a sterile breeze that blows through ashen pine
And you may ask yourself where did the endgame lie
The question I might ask if I could stop to wonder why
It’s a poison dream
Keeps me running through the night
I’ll take it all and then some more
By the dawning of the sickly morning light
It’s a poison dream
Keeps me running through the night
I’ll take it all and then some more
By the dawning of the sickly morning light
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS. PIANO
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS, VOCALS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
JONATHAN WILSON: PERCUSSION, HARPSICORD
Written by Jarrod Walker & Christian Ward
Instrumental
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, GUITJO
BILLY FAILING: BANJO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN
ROYAL MASAT: BASS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
Written by Billy Strings (William Apostol) & Steve Poltz
We're not the leaders anymore
All our believers washed ashore
We've got to find another door
We're not the leaders anymore
Where are the children left to play?
Let mother nature lead the way
We're gonna need her love someday
Where are the children left to play?
We're not the leaders anymore
All our believers washed ashore
We've got to find another door
We're not the leaders anymore
We stand up straight and suck our thumbs
Sometimes it feels so fucking dumb
It makes my fingers tingle numb
We stand up straight and suck our thumbs
We're not the leaders anymore
All our believers washed ashore
We've got to find another door
We're not the leaders anymore
There should have been some other way
For us to thrive and have our say
Without just throwing it away
There should have been some other way
We're not the leaders anymore
All our believers washed ashore
We've got to find another door
We're not the leaders anymore
BILLY STRINGS: GUITAR, VOCALS
BILLY FAILING: BANJO, VOCALS, PIANO
JARROD WALKER: MANDOLIN, VOCALS
ROYAL MASAT: BASS, VOCALS
JOHN MAILANDER: VIOLIN
SPENCER CULLUM JR.: PEDAL STEEL
JONATHAN WILSON: CELESTA, GROUP VOCALS
ALLY DALE: GROUP VOCALS
NATE FLORES: GROUP VOCALS
STEVE YORK: GROUP VOCALS
BILL ORNER: GROUP VOCALS
Cold Cold ashes on the ground
Nothing lost and nothing found
Friends and loved ones falling down
Can't you hear that mournful sound
Nothing left but memories
Of things I still can't stand to see
There's an empty spot in me
Where my hometown used to be
This old boat is taking water
It won't be long till it goes down
We've had enough to push us over
Time to turn the wheel around
Neighborhoods Left to decay
People died or walked away
Nowhere left for them to stay
And we just look the other way
This old boat is taking water
It won't be long till it goes down
We've had enough to push us over
Time to turn the wheel around
Waves keep pounding through the night
Lost without a ray of light
Going down without a fight
Is there still time to make it right?
This old boat is taking water
It won't be long till it goes down
We've had enough to push us over
Time to turn the wheel around
Dirty broken dishes
Cigarette burns on the floor
She held a look of disbelief
And wandered through the door
To have a seat and meet the parents of the child
That was heading the wrong way
And it's probably seven years
Since she turned around and hit the road that day
Paper tearing off the walls
A rotten, moldy sink
Well, he wandered to the cupboard
Just to fix himself a drink
Like there wasn't something wrong
Like he couldn't see the sorrow in the soul
And it must be seven years
Since he tipped his hat and told 'em all "So long"
Well, she was so distracted
By the color of the room
She never thought that she would see
Her little flower bloom
And take the cards that he was dealt
Into the house the big, bad wolf could not blow down
And it must be seven years now
Since they turned their lives around
She said, "Stay on track
Don't let me see you lookin' back
Never mind what's left behind and don't look back
Don't look back"
Well the house shrunk in the rearview
They left it far behind
It faded out of sight
Back to the shadows of her mind
Like the shards of shattered mirrors
Broken pieces scattered o'er the burial ground
And it must be seven years now
Since they got out of that town
She said, "Stay on track
Don't let me see you lookin' back
Never mind what's left behind and don't look back
Don't look back"
I am running and running as fast as I can go
I am running and running from all the things I know
Well I had to leave it somewhere so I left it far behind
I had to get away from all the trouble I might find
Run to the river, run to the sea
Run from the evil that's been calling you and me
If we keep rolling right out of town
We'll reach the Promised Land before they tear it down
Well I am running and running just like a fast mail train
Running and running and I won't be back again
Nobody ever told me I'd be ridin' on the blind
Well the rumble and the rattle seems to ease my worried mind
Run to the river, run to the sea
Run from the evil that's been calling you and me
If we keep rolling right out of town
We'll reach the Promised Land before they tear it down
Run to the river, run to the sea
Run from the evil that's been calling you and me
If we keep rolling right out of town
We'll reach the Promised Land before they tear it down
Remember the time
We were both eye to eye
And we both knew the reasons why
It seemed like we faced the world on our own
Before we collide
Can we just take a moment
Collecting reflections of this
And remember the paths that we chose
Spring lied to us this year again
I can't stand to face the fear again
You could always laugh about those things
It's enough to make a man feel sour
Burning minutes every day by the hour
Just to end up gone like everything else
Let go of the pain and hold onto the rhythm
It's consciously held back in you
You're drowning a sorrow that's long been at rest
The past is a hell, it can creep up inside you
So let me remind you of this
It's the reason your troubles exist
Spring lied to us again this year
And still, I can't stand to face the fear
Will you always laugh about those things?
It's enough to make a man stay humble
Every day is just a new chance to stumble
Just to end up gone like everything else
If ever a time
Comes around in the wheel
To replace where we stand side-by-side
We'll be ready and able to fly
Away from the mire
And the senseless decisions
Of somebody's wasted desire
Through the smoke and the wind and the fire
Spring lied to us this year again
I can't stand to face that fear again
You could always laugh about those things
It's enough to make a man feel sour
Burning minutes every day by the hour
Just to end up gone like everything else
Remember the time
We were both eye to eye
And we both knew the reasons why
It seemed like we faced the world on our own
Before we collide
Can we just take a moment
Collecting reflections of this
And remember the paths that we chose
Spring lied to us again this year
And still, I can't stand to face the fear
Will you always laugh about those things?
It's enough to make a man feel sour
Burning minutes every day by the hour
Just to end up gone like everything else
Alone for a while with myself
I feel so at home in the shade
Alone for the first time in my head
I feel so at ease there instead
Maybe I should leave my home
Maybe I could slip away
A home is a heartache, they tell me
Come in, leave your shoes at the door
The phone never rings quite on time here
The paint is a dried pool on the floor
Maybe I could finish this
Turn my back and walk away
Maybe I could slip away
At home there's a fire you've left burning
The frosted designs outline the pane
And the cold winter nights keep on turning
Stealing memories of sunshine and of rain
Maybe I could break this down
Turn around and face the day
Maybe I could slip away
Alone for a while with myself
I feel so at home in the shade
Alone for the first time in my head
I feel so at ease there instead
Maybe I should leave my home
Maybe I could slip away
Well it's not so easy now
Though it never was back then
We still can't seem to work this out
But you can still pretend
And these tattered walls and burning bridges
Quickly start to fall
How long until there's nothing left at all?
I've been to California, man
I've seen them city lights
Been stranded in the desert
Scorching days and freezing nights
I'll never understand
Why people try to walk so tall
How long until there's nothing left at all?
Don't you love what you got used to?
When we used to feel so free
Won't you wait a while in silence, love
Watch it fall with me
Well the old men said the great big apple
Is rotten to the core
With Wall Street skimming from the till
While no one minds the store
And how could someone get so low
In a building so damn tall?
How long until there's nothing left at all?
While chunks the size of Delaware
Are falling off the poles
Our heads are buried in the sand
Our leaders dug the hole
Like junkies hooked on fossil fuel
Headin' for withdrawal
How long until there's nothing left at all?
Don't you love what you got used to?
When we used to feel so free
Come and wait a while in silence, love
And watch it fall with me
Now the answers in our heads
To the questions that were asked
It boils up from underground
And leads us to the past
To a place that's long forgotten
When we had enough for all
How long until there's nothing left at all?
Don't you love what you got used to?
When we try to make our stand
The hourglass is growing empty now
Just to leave a pile of sand (Watch it fall)
Would you listen when the wind decides to whisper English fate?
Will you heed the words within the winds that whisper "it's too late"?
Will you see the reasons falling from the sky?
Or the locusts screaming madly as you turn around and die?
Could you recognize some message to relate
Have you felt the atmospheric friction churning up above
All the traits and the descriptions seem to fit just like a glove
Can you see us scratching backwards through the seams
Crawling circles on our backs with our dumbfounded expertise
Just the thought of this is riddled with disease
Can you see her moving slowly to the rhythm of the song?
Would you like to tag along with us?
I know it won't be long
Could she take us back to somewhere you desire?
Could she lead us to the doorway?
Would you sit down by the fire and
Would your eyes be sealed with love instead of hate?
Can you hear the empty chambers of your head begin to spin,
Leaving nothing but a cavity for all the living skin?
Would you settle for the empty space within
Or just kick and scream for something else to carry your thoughts in
One foot before the other, lets begin
Have you grown without a doubt or have you always wondered why?
Does this morning rush intrusively to flash your waking eyes
Do you take it in or leave it as it lay?
Would you give a nod to life before returning to the clay?
Could you think about tomorrow like today?
Her eyes are open
She's always hoping
We can turn this old familiar nightmare into a song
The sun keeps burning
The world keeps turning
She's reaching out and teaching love until the doubt is gone
Do you listen for the echo of your long forgotten dream?
You should listen for the echo of your long forgotten dream.
I'm burning, I'm smoking
Got to keep these wheels a-turning
The hot road underneath me
This cataclysmic journey
White lines and traffic signs
Ain't nothin' I ain't missin'
I can't stand in the drivin' daze
I'm constantly road trippin'
Gone like the wind
Oh, I'll see your face again
Passing through your town before you know
I gotta do my time
With this old guitar of mine
White line fever leads me to the show
Well, the road of life I travel on, I move along so freely
Mesmerized and satisfied with the beauty that has found me
I travel on and sing my song to anyone who'll listen
Forever mindful of the gift that I been given
Gone like the wind
Oh, I'll see your face again
Passing through your town before you know
Well, I gotta do my time
With this old guitar of mine
White line fever leads me to the show
Well, the car, she is against me and I'm runnin' for my money
I need to have a hobby, my guitar, and my sweet honey
News travels fast, my friend, but I keep traveling faster
Angels, they watch over me to keep me from disaster
Gone like the wind
Oh, I'll see your face again
Passing through your town before you know
Well, I gotta do my time
With this old guitar of mine
White line fever leads me to the show
Enough to kill you
Enough to put you down
Seems like everywhere you turn
Is like a hard wind comin' down
Enough to leave me
Enough to leave me here
And though the room is empty now
I can almost feel you here
What am I supposed to do with my afternoons?
Know I won't hear your call, know I won't see you soon
What can you say to me to ease my heart and pain?
Could you send a ray of light to come down and dry the rain again?
I'd give you diamonds
I'd give you rings and pearls
If you could stay a while with me
And just hold on to this world
Feelin' sorry
For things I haven't said
And there's a lot I'd like to say
Before your final page is read
What am I supposed to do with my afternoons?
Know I won't hear your call, know I won't see you soon
What can you say to me to ease my heart and pain?
Could you send a ray of light to come down and dry the rain again?
Its finally over
It's finally over now
And you can rest assured, my friend
'Cause you'll be restin' anyhow
I hate to leave you
Hate to say goodbye
I surely hear your voice come through
In the early morning skies
What am I supposed to do in my afternoons?
Know I won't hear your call, know I won't see you soon
What can you say to me to ease my [heart and/hardened?] pain?
Could you send a ray of light to come down and dry the rain again?
You move around like running water
It seems like you might never settle down
Well, I spent a lifetime waiting for you
While you were runnin' 'round the town
You'll always have a place with me, Dear
A place inside this hollow heart of mine
But it's all right, my little darling
Ain't ready to just keep steppin' down the line
Well, I had a dream that I was dying
I was bleeding while the rain was pouring down
When you appeared inside my dream, Dear
You just left me lyin' on the ground
Won't come home and say you're sorry
You just come on in and crawl your ass in bed
But it's all right, my little darling
You're crawling over someone else, instead
Them pretty eyes are always roving
And I guess you never will be true
This love of ours is a disaster
But I keep holdin' on to you
Seasons come and go while waiting
And my hollow heart is empty all the time
But it's all right, my little Darling
And you'd rather just keep steppin' down the line
But it's all right, my little Darling
And you'd rather just keep steppin' down the line
You could climb the highest mountain
You could swim the deepest sea
You could walk that lonesome valley
And never find a love like me
All the thorny roses blooming
All the leaves upon the vine
All of nature's fairest treasures
I'll not know 'til you are mine
Darling, if you'll walk beside me
I will be a steady hand
If you need a rock to stand on
Honey, I will be your man
If the sun refused to shine, Dear
And the clouds held back their rain
If the world should turn upon you
Don't forget you know my name
You could climb the highest mountain
You could swim the deepest sea
You could walk that lonesome valley
And never find a love like me
I'm goin' to Florida
I'm goin' to Maine
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I can sketch out a plan
Change my name
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I've been a lock-pick
I've been a thief
I'll lie to your face and make you believe
I'll tear through town like a hurricane
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I killed a rounder
I killed a priest
I stole the gold right out of their teeth
I've sold my soul for fortune and fame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
I'll drink your whiskey
I'll drink your beer
By this time tomorrow, I'll be anywhere but here
Burn down your orchard and dance in the flame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
It's always "goodbye"
It's always "farewell"
The day I slow down be a cold day in hell
I'm on the run; it's a crying shame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
Well, I'm on the run; it's a crying shame
No matter where I roam, everything's the same
Instrumental
All white as snow and black as night
You know you can't give up the fight
There with the stars up in the sky
The angel band sings by and by
I want to walk, I can't sit down
I want the road, I want the crown
Fear not the day when all is lost
This Earthly wealth ain't worth the cost
Shadows and light in pairs that cling
Allow your soul the right to sing
All through the night, the moon will shine
The whispers heard defeat the time
Allowed to be with feasting eyes
And life alone, it is the prize
And all the things you thought you knew
Accuse the sky of being blue
Freedom from these trials in this troubled world below
Freedom from these trials in this troubled world below
You can't stop us from moving
You can't stop us from feeling fine
You can't stop us from putting our lives on the line
You can't stop us from dancing
You can't stop us from feeling high
We can't help it if we'd like to stay out all night
It's a cure for the bleakness
It's a pill for the day to day
It's just a way for me to shake loose the dust and the clay
I'd love to show you but you wouldn't go
I'd love to take you but I know the way you roll
You see it your way, I see it mine and I'll be fine
You see it your way, I see it mine and I'll be fine
While we're young and resilient
While we're fearless and fancy free
We'll be fine without you and your numbers and lines
While we're wishing and watching
While we're wishing and watching here
We won't see your illusional blanket of fear
Like a wave through the ocean
Like the dust on an august day
While we're moving you won't stand a chance in our way
I'd love to show you but you wouldn't go
I'd love to take you but I know the way you roll
You see it your way, I see it mine and I'll be fine
You see it your way, I see it mine and I'll be fine
You should have been gone for years now
You should have packed up and left this place
You should have ducked out and given up your spot in the race
You can cling to your madness
You can swim down and hold your breath
But I'll be standing on dry ground with all of the rest
I'd love to show you but you wouldn't go
I'd love to take you but I know the way you roll
You see it your way, I see it mine and I'll be fine
You see it your way, I see it mine and I'll be fine
You see it your way, I see it mine and I'll be fine
Well I'm standing all alone by the river of my home
Thinking about the days I've left behind
All the years I roamed not a nickel can I show
And the river helps to ease my worried mind
Well the river run all night, lord, the river runs all day
I can't run no more cause I'm here to stay
I had an eye for trouble and I've lived a life of pain
I sit back and let that water heal my brain
I'm letting go of all my troubles
I think I'll be right here to stay
Well the water keeps a churning while my poor heart is burning
Muddy water take my pain away
Well one thing I want to know, lord, is where we people go
When everything comes crashing to the ground
Meet me at the creek grab a beer and tap your feet
See that muddy water flowing down
I'm letting go of all my troubles
I think I'll be right here to stay
Well the water keeps a churning while my poor heart is burning
Muddy water take my pain away
Well I'm standing all alone by the river of my home
Thinking about the days I've left behind
All the years I roamed not a nickel can I show
And the river helps to ease my worried mind
I'm letting go of all my troubles
I think I'll be right here to stay
Well the water keeps a churning while my poor heart is burning
Muddy water take my pain away
Muddy water take my pain away
I don't want anything, but I need you around
There's a light in me that only you have found
I know that I wrote you and told you to forget
But you held on to my heart, you are holding it yet
I can play like a strongman and smile when there's a crowd
But these old bars have never been so loud
And each time I'm alone with you upon my mind
I regret the day I left you and the other folks behind
If I could lose all of tomorrow
For the days we had before
Well I would trade my life of sorrow
For a life with you, the one that I adore
Well the glimmer in your eyes told me that your love was true
Now the ribbons in your hair were navy blue
I know that I'll nevermore see your face again
This heart of mine keeps aching so sometimes I pretend
That I could lose all of tomorrow
For the days we had before
Well I would trade my life of sorrow
For a life with you, the one that I adore
All the years we spent apart you were still dear in my heart
These memories feel just like yesterday
And I know that it's true if I had just believed in you
I'd be free of all this pain safely in your arms again
If I could lose all of tomorrow
For the days we had before
Well I would trade my life of sorrow
For a life with you, the one that I adore
It's been over 30 days I've not received your letter
My fingernails are chewed down to the bone
So many different ways I've tried to say I'm sorry
While I'm left here in this 8 by 10 alone
It's not the four walls moving in that tortures me
It's not the cold cement or shivers down my spine
It's just them visions in my head that make me paranoid
And wonder if when I get out will you be mine
I never should have treated you so bad my love I'm sorry
I'm broken I can see that now it's true
My picket fence has turned to razor wire and now I'm awaiting trial
For things you have to know I did not do
If I could get a word with you I'd be just fine
Or any envelope with both your name and mine
Would be enough to keep me going
In a world where I'm left knowing that
There's something more to live for just outside
Seems like the last time, feels like the first
Though I've had bad days this has to be my worst
I'm left thinking of you dear
While I'm waiting here
I haven't seen the sun since it rested on your shoulder
While we walked along that vacant riverside
They carried me away to a place where I'll get older
If I cannot prove to them you never died
Seems like the last time, feels like the first
Though I've had bad days this has to be my worst
I'm left thinking of you dear
While I'm waiting here
Seems like the last time, feels like the first
Though I've had bad days this has to be my worst
I'm left thinking of you dear
While I'm waiting here
Living like an animal
Down on all fours
I'm down on my luck again can't take this anymore
I feel just like a broken stone
Drowning in the stream
This pressure rushes over me feels like a bad dream
Well I've worked so hard to earn my life
I never could be paid
I'm living like an animal hiding in the shade
It never should have been so hard
To fix the big machine
It was broken from the start bursting at the seams
Living like an animal
Migration to the grave
Been walking down this broken road never will be saved
Living like an animal
Basking in the sun
Rotting from the inside out to think of what I've done
Oh to think of what I've done
Through the turmoil and the tinfoil
I could wait my early life
I can see you in the darkness
And I'm running through the night
I recall a silver morning
When your face had turned to gray
You were standing right before me
But I missed you every day
Though you never said you're sorry
I forgave you even then
But I feel inconsequential
In the current state I'm in
But I'll try to keep on living
Through the nauseating gloom
And I'll try to keep on digging
Wretched past I will entomb
Though you never said you're sorry
I forgave you even then
But I feel inconsequential
In the current state I'm in
Through the turmoil and the tinfoil
Just the way it used to be
But I have the strength and I will learn
How to fly on broken wings
Though you never said you're sorry
I forgave you even then
But I feel inconsequential
In the current state I'm in
Instrumental
I remember the first thing I saw.
It was a blue light far in the distance and as it
Was getting closer I could see that it was a woman.
Not human, but definitely female.
She was twirling and twirling and dancing for me and
Mumbling in a language that was only used for this one occasion.
And as she danced for me,
I noticed that her skirt was made of eyeballs, and
Then she turned and it was made of ears and she turned and it was
Made of teeth and she turned and it was
Made of mouths and then eyebrows and then hair. And she was telling me this wonderful story and when she got close
Enough she sort of put her arms around me and asked
Me if it was okay and I said yes it's okay, it's okay.
So she took me out into the outer edges of a multiverse,
This multiverse and she showed me all of
The universes spinning and working together.
And then she took me down to our universe and she
Showed me all of our galaxies spinning and working together.
And then she took me to our galaxy and showed me
All of our planets spinning and working together. And then she took me to our planet and showed me all of the wind and
Dirt and fire and water and flesh and bone and
Currents and storms all spinning and working together. And then she took me to a grain of sand and showed me how everything
Is exactly the same in that we all are
Spinning and hopefully working together.
Well the folks around here don't get along anymore
Everybody's dealing despair
Few are the flowers to stop and smell
Exasperation lingers in the air
Well it must be something in the water, my darling
I'm waking on the wrong side of the bed
I long for existence in tune with the others
I turn to the hatred within
Come go surrender to the evil
Do your part to feed the burning flame
You know I don't want your opinion
I just want to blow out your brains
Well the dreams that I had, now are all dead and buried
Bleakness and misery succeed
Run with the hurt take part of the malice
Swim through the hatred and greed
Come go surrender to the evil
Do your part to feed the burning flame
You know I don't want your opinion
I just want to blow out your brains
Come go surrender to the evil
Do your part to feed the burning flame
You know I don't want your opinion
I just want to blow out your brains
Yes, I just want to blow out your brains
Instrumental
I keep doin' things right
It's like I can't do wrong
Well I feel so tired
It's probably cause I've been awake so long
And I got a little rhythm
Playing through my head
And I'd like to keep it goin
Otherwise I might wake up dead
We gotta stick together baby
Through thick and thin
If we're gonna see the sun come up again
It don't matter where you're from
What shade you are
Keep reaching for the sun and the moon and the stars
When you're feeling all alone
You need some ears to pull
You can call me up baby
Cause you know my heart is feeling full
It's a peaceful easy livin'
Down here on earth
With my eyes on the bright side
I've had em glued there since birth
We gotta stick together baby
Through thick and thin
If we're gonna see the sun come up again
It don't matter where you're from
What shade you are
Keep reaching for the sun and the moon and the stars
You couldn't tell me no rules
I couldn't learn sometime
And if I did you wrong
You know eventually I'm gonna get mine
It's just the way of the world
She's got the master plan
And with her in mind
You know I'm trying to be a better man
Come on and listen little children
To the words I say
We've got to stand together
To put an end to hate today
It don't matter where you're from
Or what age you are
Well you can make the difference
You can be somebody's shooting star
We gotta stick together baby
Through thick and thin
If we're gonna see the sun come up again
It don't matter where you're from
What age you are
Keep reaching for the sun and the moon and the stars
Darling don't you know I love you?
Can't you see it in my tears?
Oh, I know you'll soon be leaving
And I will feel this way for years
Oh, I could never love another
And so I'll be so sad and blue
I'll be waiting here, my darling
With all these memories of you
All the time I sit and wonder
Why you left me here alone
And I pray for a letter
Or just a message on the phone
Oh, I could never love another
And so I'll be so sad and blue
I'll be waiting here, my darling
With all these memories of you
Do you think about me darling
When the night turns into day
Do you think about your true love
This broken heart you've thrown away
Oh, I could never love another
And so I'll be so sad and blue
I'll be waiting here, my darling
With all these memories of you
I'll be waiting here, my darling
With all these memories of you
I'm heartbroken and I'm feelin' low-down
I'm sick and tired of the life I live around this old town
And I'm gettin' tired of cryin' over you
So honey, here's what I'm gonna do
I'm takin' the slow train for a long ride
I'm gonna stay a long time
Losin' an old love, startin' a new life
I'm takin' the slow train, leavin' tonight
Well I'm as lonesome as a soul could be
I've got to find someone who cares a little bit for me
And I'm gettin' tired of goin' down the track
Still honey, I ain't never comin' back
I'm takin' the slow train for a long ride
I'm gonna stay a long time
Losin' an old love, startin' a new life
I'm takin' that slow train, leavin' tonight
I'm takin' that slow train for a long ride
I'm gonna stay a long time
Losin' an old love, startin' a new life
I'm takin' that slow train, leavin' tonight
I'm takin' that slow train, leavin' tonight
Instrumental
The times have changed, the times have changed
Humanity has lost its way
The people now, the people now
How they survive, I don’t know how
My mama said, make many friends
They’ll give to you, you’ll give to them
They count more than money son,
Just care for music friends and fun
What will you do, what will you do?
When everything you’ve listened to,
It’s all a lie, it’s all a lie,
You’re gonna hang your head and cry
The times have changed, the times have changed,
Humanity has lost its way
The people now, the people now,
How they survive, I don’t know how.
And when I go to canaan’s land,
My friends I hope you’ll take my hand
And we will leave this world below
And with our loved ones we will go
The times have changed, the times have changed,
Humanity has lost its way
The people now, the people now,
How they survive, I don’t know how
Instrumental
Ain’t got no use
For your red rocking chair
I ain’t got no sugar baby now
I ain’t got no honey baby now
Who’ll rock the cradle
Who’ll sing this song
Who’ll rock cradle when I’m gone
Who’ll rock cradle when I’m gone
It’s I’ll rock the cradle
I’ll sing this song
It’s I’ll rock the cradle when you’re gone
It’s I’ll rock the cradle when you’re gone
It’s all I can do
It’s all I can say
Gonna send you to your momma next payday
Gonna send you to your momma next payday
It’s all I can do
It’s all I can say
I can’t get along this a way
I can’t get along this a way
I ain't slept in seven days, haven't ate in three
Methamphetamine has got a damn good hold of me
My tweaker friends have got me to the point of no return
I just took the lighter to the bulb and watched it burn
This life of sin has got me in
Well it's got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie
Well if I would have listened to what mom and papa said
I wouldn't be locked up in prison, troubled in the head
I took that little pop and sucked until my mind was spun
I got twenty years to sit and think of what I've done
This life of sin has got me in
Well it's got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie
Sometimes I sit and wonder where my little life went wrong
These old jailhouse blues have got me singing this old song
My life is a disaster, lord and I feel so ashamed
In here where they call by a number, not a name
This life of sin has got me in
Well it's got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie
Dusty Miller
Must Be Seven
Psycho
Meet Me at the Creek
California Sober
10,000 Miles From A Friend
The Train That Carried My Girl From Town
Black Mountain Rag
The Cuckoo
Uncle Pen
Taking Water
Ice Bridges
Gone A Long Time
Love Like Me
Home Of The Red Fox
Secrets
East Virginia Blues
Hellbender
Doin' Things Right
Dealing Despair
Cold, Cold World
On The Line
Train 45
Leadfoot
I'm One Of Those
Cold Virginia Night
Bronzeback
My Alice
She Left Me Standing On The Mountain
Don't Be Calling Me (at 4AM)
My Love Come Rolling Down
Hide And Seek
Train, Train
Hide And Seek
Leaning on a Travelin' Song
California Sober
Old Home Place
Shenandoah Breakdown
Drifter's Escape
Watch It Fall
Black Clouds
Enough To Leave
Home
Cocaine Blues
Lonely At The Top (Bitch At The Bottom)
Sorrow And Me
Fiddle Tune Medley
Country Blues
Am I Born To Die?
Rueben's Train
Red Daisy
I Only Exist
So Many Miles
Stratosphere Blues / I Believe in You
Cabin Song
While I'm Waiting Here
White Dove
Meet Me at the Creek
Richard Petty
How Long Have I Been Waiting for You
Ole Slew-Foot
Long Forgotten Dream
The Cuckoo
The Train That Carried My Girl From Town
Black Mountain Rag
Pyramid Country
Must Be Seven
15 Steps
In The Morning Light
Little Sadie
Highway Hypnosis
Turmoil and Tinfoil
Seney Stretch
I Miss The Mississippi And You
Ridin' That Midnight Train
Fire Line
Running The Route
Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
In The Clear
Nutshell
Wargasm
Hold the Woodpile Down
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