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Way Down in the Hole
04:18
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Way Down in the Hole
When you walk through the garden
You gotta watch your back
Well I beg your pardon
Walk the straight and narrow track
If you want to walk with Jesus
He’s gonna save your soul
But you gotta keep the devil
Way down in the hole
He’s got the fire and the fury
At His command
Well you don't have to worry
If you hold Jesus’ hand
We'll all be safe from Satan
When the thunder rolls
But you gotta keep the devil
way down in the hole
All the Angels sing
Of Jesus’ mighty sword
And they shield you with their wings
And keep you close to the Lord
Don't listen to Temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta keep the devil
Way down in the hole
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2. |
Strange Flight
04:32
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Strange Flight (Jeff Rogers)
Dreams,
So beautiful and terrible it seems.
In the night
Strange flight
Like a bird on the wing
In a half moon light
A half moon light
My dreams,
these visions of the past are haunting me
Just a boy of 17,
Looking for love,
With his hopes and dreams
Hopes and dreams
Oh, you can never know,
The time for letting go.
Just let it go.
You can never know.
I can't let it go.
Let it go.
He held my hand so tight
and now it seems
He's gone with the wind
on a strange flight
Like a bird on the wing,
Seeking shelter from the devil
In the cold dark night
Oh, you can never know,
The time for letting go.
Just let it go.
You can never know.
I can't let it go.
Let it go.
Dreams
There is a comfort in the quiet
of the night,
A strange flight
Like a bird on the wing
In a half moon light
Half memory and maybe half right
Lord I hope it comes and goes by the morning light
There is a comfort in the quiet
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3. |
Stand Up
04:30
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Stand Up (Natalie Rogers)
She sees the fire burning low, shadows on the floor.
Her apron’s hanging on the wall, she’s walking toward the door.
He grabs her arm as she walks by, and raises up his hand.
She turns prepared to push him back, cause she’s standing up to her man.
Oh oh oh oh
She was a child when they met, a child when they wed.
She always did what she was taught, compliant, easily led.
Oh do your work don’t answer back, a meek servant to the land,
Offer pain up to the lord, and never stand up to your man,
Oh oh oh oh
Courage grew with babies born, and bruises on her skin.
A blank face was all he saw, she kept her rage within.
Until once more he raised his hand to demonstrate his right.
A damn burst forth and she let go so she could fight and fight and fight and fight,
Oh no no, no no
So now the fire’s burning bright, no shadows on the floor.
Her babies tucked up safe and warm, a rifle by the door.
Oh power’s not a gift bestowed, or given upon demand.
We must take what we are owed, it’s time to Stand Up to your man
Stand up stand up, up! Oh oh oh oh
Stand up, stand up!! Oh oh oh oh
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I Guess
03:54
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I Guess (Richard Henderson, Rob Easto)
They’re burning all the fields tonight
Before the crops are in
And they’re tearing down the churches
‘Cause they don’t believe in sin
They told me love’s forever
I guess they must have lied
I’m older, maybe wiser
Guess I never should have tried
But I’ve forsaken all I used to be
For the promise of your touch
I guess I still believe in you
And love you way too much
Chorus: I guess I love you way too much
And I guess I always will
I guess too much is not enough
And I guess I love you still
They’re closing down the factories
They’re living on the run
They’re bringing back the Black Plague now
I guess their time has come
They told me of love’s power
I guess they just don’t know
I gave you all I had to give
Although you had to go
And I’ve forsaken all I used to be
For the promise of your touch
I guess I still believe in you
And love you way too much
Chorus:
They’re handing me a cigarette
I hear the captain call
They’re leveling their rifles
I’m standing ‘gainst the wall
They told me love would conquer
I guess they got it wrong
You sold out all my wretched dreams
And it didn’t take you long
And I’ve forsaken all I used to be
For the promise of your touch
I guess I still believe in you
And I love you way too much
Chorus:
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5. |
Miss Me When I'm Gone
03:43
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Miss Me When I’m Gone (Jeff Rogers)
Four walls and a blanket for my pillow
There's a damp wind that chills me to the bone
It blows across the water from old Frisco
On this lonely rock that I call home
There's mistakes I did make as a young man
For which I never did atone
The verdict was clear, now its' 20 long years
That I'm stuck here, without you dear, all alone
And I miss my father, and I miss my mother
And I miss you darling, my dearest lover
But tell me who's gonna miss me when I'm gone,
Oh tell me dear, will you miss me when I’m gone
Gazing thru the bars, I can see the evening star
Rising as the day begins to fade
And the setting sun casts a bloody shadow
On the graveyard where the broken bodies lay
Now the walk down Broadway here is a short one
From the mess hall to solitary row
And I don’t expect your forgiveness
Cause I’m killin’ time for killing another lost soul
At night I hear the sounds of happy laughter
Echo on the water ‘cross the bay
Reminding me of you on Christmas eve dear
So near and yet so far away, from these
Four walls and a blanket for my pillow
And the damp wind that chills me to the bone
That blows across the water from old Frisco
On this lonely rock that I call home.
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6. |
Weary Town Blues
04:38
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Weary Town Blues (Jeff Rogers)
I'm wishin I was leavin this town today
With my feet on the ground or behind the wheel, either way
Got money in my pocket, but not enough to stay
and not enough for leavin' anyways
I'm so tired of living in this weary town
Lonely nights, in the bright light, with the shades pulled down
I can’t get no rest with all these city sounds
all the late night subways rumblin’ under the ground
Got these weary town blues, my soul's in tatters
It leaves an achin in my heart, that I can't heal
I can't leave, but I can't stay any longer
I have to find some other way to pay the devil his due
Day breaks, all the children fast asleep
The Sunday paper’s blowing down an empty street
On a shivering girl, workin’ her corner beat
To make enough to pay the devil and warm her achin' feet
Got these weary town blues, my soul's in tatters
It leaves an achin in my heart, that I can't heal
I can't leave, but I can't stay any longer
I have to find some other way to pay the devil his due
I've been living in this city for so long
Now the pavement on my boot heels sings a ragged song
Of a small town dream, that leads my soul astray
in the flash of a neon sign I lost my way
Got these weary town blues, my soul's in tatters
It leaves an achin in my heart, that I can't heal
I can't leave, but I can't stay any longer
I have to find some other way to pay the devil his due
I'm wishin I was leavin this town today
With my feet on the ground or behind the wheel, either way
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7. |
Before the Fall
05:02
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Before the Fall (Jeff Rogers)
Well the rain is a comin’ and there’s gonna be a bad flood
Waters rise, gonna take us all
Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving
Pride always comes before the fall
A man called Noah, said he saw it coming
Dark clouds near, time is gonna tell
Thunders rolling, now there's no denying
That the ways of man are bound to fall
Flood is a comin’ and its gonna be a bad one
Waters rise, gonna take us all
Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving
Pride always comes before the fall
All the fools and kings are sitting in the palace
They take from the rest, and talk on high
Some day soon the walls will start to crumble
and the pride of a fool will surely die
Flood is a comin’ and its gonna be a bad one
Waters rise, gonna take us all
Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving
Pride always comes before the fall
I built my house, down by the river
Its’ all I had, and now its gone
All that's left are memories and ashes
Oh, lord give me strength to carry on
Flood is a comin’ and its gonna be a bad one
Waters rise, gonna take us all
Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving
Pride always comes before the fall
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Fire and Gasoline
03:18
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Fire and Gasoline (Richard Henderson, Rob Easto)
Noah you made it, got out alive
But you better watch out, it won’t be water next time
God told Noah, you know what I mean
Next time it’s fire and gasoline
I’m gonna float to Heaven in my limousine
God said Noah, you got to be dead first
You only get to Heaven in a big black hearse
Well, the swaddling child know what he’d do
He gonna save the world before he get through
He cried out Lord at what he’d seen
Give me fire and give me gasoline
I’m gonna rise to Heaven in my limousine
Sorry son for your pain and thirst,
But you only get to Heaven in a big black hearse
I’m gonna drive that hearse down on Route 16
I got a full tank of fire and gasoline
Gonna get to Heaven in a mile or two
Moses part the water ‘cause I’m comin’ on through
Well, the devil he live on the Shankhill Road
He rock on his porch, he take what he’s owed
He laugh in the night at God’s grand scheme
Give me fire and give me gasoline
I’m gonna drive past Heaven in my limousine
Wrong turn boy, I heard God curse
You gonna do some ridin’ in the next black hearse
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Rotary Phone
03:22
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Rotary Phone (Jeff Rogers)
My baby’s gone like the rotary phone,
My baby’s gone, so just leave her alone,
My baby’s gone, now she ain’t comin back,
Saw her heading out of town on that big smokestack.
Well, chicken’s in the kitchen, granny’s in the corn,
My baby’s in her playhouse and the work ain’t done,
Sun’s getting high, my baby’s getting’ low,
Listen to the preacher on the radio,
Listen to the man, he say’s “it’s time to go!!”
Well granny made a bad batch, threw it on the floor,
Mixed it with the chicken feed and threw it out the door,
Now chickens’ gettin’ high, pecking up the dough,
Look out momma ‘cause I think its gonna blow,
Granny’s got a dog bite, go child go.
My baby’s gone like the rotary phone,
My baby’s gone so just leave her alone,
My baby’s gone but she ain’t coming back,
Saw her heading out of town cross that railroad track
Layin’ her stripes right across my back, …………..cross my back…
Now my baby’s burned her playhouse down,
and she’s pickin’ up daisies cause her money’s all gone,
To that in-ground pool and the Cadillac car,
My baby’s getting crazy and she’s gone too far!
And running out of gas for the Cadillac car.
Well granny made a bad batch, threw it on the floor,
Mixed it with the chicken feed and threw it out the door,
Now chickens’ gettin’ high, pecking up the dough,
Look out momma ‘cause I think its gonna blow,
Granny’s got a dog bite, go child go.
My baby’s gone like the rotary phone,
My baby’s gone so just leave her alone,
My baby’s gone but she ain’t gettin’ far,
Cause she’s running out of gas for the Cadillac car,
Running out of gas cause she’s gone too far…. aw too far now…
Better get out and push
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10. |
Wayfaring Stranger
04:41
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Wayfaring Stranger
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that fair land to which I’m going
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I know dark clouds will hover 'oer me
I know my path is rough and steep
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes, no more will weep
I'm going home to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
I'll soon be free of every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I’ll drop the cross of self denial
And enter in that house with god
I'm going home to see my father
I'm going home no more to roam
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home
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The Wanted Toronto, Ontario
“Beautifully blurring the lines between Folk and AltCountry with that Canadian ‘edge’ and trademarked ‘cool’ that is so
difficult to put into words.”* This is full-throated full-throttle entertainment with edgy licks, infectious rhythms and soaring harmonies— "…performances worthy of The Ryman on a steamy Saturday night.”*
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