DISC 1
1. From Here to There (R. Cox, W. Waldman, P.Parker)
New York City in the pouring rain
Long way from Santa Fe
You can measure the miles but
you can't change
The reasons you came by this way
So many faces in your memory
All those places...just had to be
You can't go back
That's the price of the fare
That gets you from here to there
A desert town on a summer night
A thousand years ago
A restless boy, hell-bent for something
Hell...what it is, he don't even know
Headlights on the highway
Carried my dreams
I knew that someday...they'd carry me
It's a cry in the night...
It's a whispered prayer
That gets you from here to there
Sittin' here thinking by the railroad tracks
Ain't complaining...just statin' facts
If you wake up in the mornin and you can still care
Oh, that gets you from here to there
So many faces in your memory
You walked away...(it) just had to be
Sometimes it's the road
That ain't going nowhere
That gets you from here to there
Takes you from here
Oh, that gets you from here to there
Oh, that gets you from here to there
2. Compadres in the Old Sierra Madres (W. Paul)
There is a place I know way down in Mexico
High in the old Sierra Madres
Where many an outlaw band from across the Rio Grande
Have found a haven, a hold-out, a hideaway
But danger rides with those who stray
Upon that secret hideaway
Where death will surely welcome anyone within the law
But if a man must run from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres
Deep in the dark of night beside the campfire's light
They weave the tales of the lives of the bandits
Jewels rare and old, of coaches filled with gold
Hold-ups pulled off just like they planned it
But danger rides with those who stray
Upon that secret hideaway
Where death will surely welcome anyone within the law
But if a man must run from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres
There is a place I know way down in Mexico
High in the old Sierra Madres
Where many an outlaw band from across the Rio Grande
Have found a haven, a hold-out, a hideaway
But danger rides with those who stray
Upon that secret hideaway
Where death will surely welcome anyone within the law
But if a man must run from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres
But if a man must run from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres
3. The Dutchman (M. Smith)
The Dutchman's not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
But that's a secret only Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the morning
Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow
He's mad as he can be but Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes
Chorus
Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee
Long ago, I used to be a young man
And dear Margaret remembers that for me
The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and coat are patched with love
That Margaret sewed in
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
He watches tugboats down canals
And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain
'Til Margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets that trip him
Though she holds his arm
Sometimes he thinks that he's alone and calls her name
Chorus
The windmills whirl the winter in
She winds his muffler tighter,
They sit in the kitchen
Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew
He sees her for a moment, calls her name
She makes the bed up humming some old love song
She learned it when the tune was very new
He hums a line or two
They hum together in the night
The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.
Chorus
4. That's Good (T. Haselden, T. Menry)
Last night she told him they were through
(That's bad) No, that's good
Now the coast is clear for me to make a move
Thought I'd walk right up and ask her if she'd dance
(That's good) No, that's bad
I tripped and knocked that drink right out of her hand
Then I fumbled like a fool
Yeah, she thought that it was cute
She said, "Is it safe to dance with you?"
(That's good) Yeah, man, that's good
Right away, she saw that I had two left feet
(That's bad) No, that's good
She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll follow your lead."
We didn't have too much to say
No, we danced the night away
And that smile stayed on her face
(That's good) Yeah, man, that's good
What's good, what's bad
Sometimes it's hard to say
Just when it seems wrong
It turns around and goes your way
She said, "After this dance I've got to go."
(That's bad) No, that's good
We walked across the parking lot real slow
One soft kiss goodbye
Thought I saw a twinkle in her eye
She said, "Call me tomorrow night."
(That's good) Yeah, man, that's good
Umm, that's good, that's unmistakably good
Yeah, man, that's good...Oh, that is good
5. Hot Water Cornbread (R. Cox)
You need two cups of cornbread, finely ground
Make sure it's white when they mill it
And then some oil, about an inch deep
Real hot, but not smokin' in the skillet
Four spoons of flour, a teaspoon of salt
Then you pour from that whistlin' pot
Two cups of boiling water
Be careful, don't you spill it
Now comes the tricky part, you gotta add the water
To all that dry stuff you got
And the only way to do it is to put our hands in it
Do it quickly, 'cause it's hot
Drop 'em in the skillet when they're round
Turn 'em over once they're brown
Feeds four hungry people, and that's a lot
Chorus
Hot water cornbreat, my grandma's cornbread
I see her in the kitchen, oh, I miss her so
I hear my grandma saying "Bless my soul"
It takes me back to childhood Sunday mornings
Grandma singing in some mystery key
I hear my daddy saying "Rise and shine, you lazy cowboy"
Someone's in there cooking up a special treat for us to eat
And I know just what he's talking about so I jump out of bed
It's gotta be my grandma's sweet cornbreat
Chorus
Now I ain't had any hot water cornbread since I I grew up and moved away
'Cause the doctors nowaways say if you eat that fried stuff
There's gonna be hell to pay
Well, I guess they're right but here's what I think
If you spend your life trying to be in the pink
You don't really live any longer, it just seems that way
Chorus
My grandma used to say "Bless my soul"
6. Playing on the Runway (J. Williams)
Lights - along the runway...
They say the pilot cannot see.
Wings - of rust and age,
Too weak to rage or carry me.
The distant city is silent now.
We cannot fly away,
We don't know how.
So we're playing on the runway -
There will be no way to leave the ground.
Stars- no one remembers
Great dying embers;
Turn out your light.
Hearts - like scarlet sashes
Rise from the ashes,
Shine on tonight.
The broken forest, the holy land
Fall to rubble and turn to sand
While we're playing on the runway
There will be no way to leave the ground.
Stand - and be my friend;
If this must end
Why should we care?
Dance - like no tomorrow -
There is no sorrow we cannot share.
One blue tomorrow
We'll never see.
This very moment
Will always be
While we're playing on the runway
There will be no way to leave the ground.
There is no heaven...
There is no fire.
No sanctuary...
No angel choir.
So we're playing on the runway
There will be no way to leave the ground.
We're just playing on the runway
Watching the Milky Way slowing down.
7. Who's The Baby's Daddy (T. Haselden)
It was nine months B.C., Joe didn't have a clue
What Mary, his pretty little fiance, had gotten herself into
Or where the spirit touched her in the back seat of a dream
Sooner or later he'd find out she'd been riding with the King
And want to know who, tell me who,
Who's the baby's daddy?
She told Joe the story, he just shook his head
Said, "Hell, Mary, mother of God, looks like we've both been had."
She said, "No, no baby, it's not like that
You need to understand, now, technically, I'm still a virgin
Untouched by human hands."
Won't you tell me the truth, girl, tell me who
Who's the baby's daddy?
Well, they thought about calling it off but divorce is a terrible mess
So they gathered up their things and caught the next donkey out of Nazareth
Said, "Baby you know I'm a righteous man and I can't let you get stoned,
But I still feel like a bigger ass than the donkey you're riding on."
Won't you tell me who, tell me who
Who's the baby's daddy?
That night in a Motel 6 in Jerusalem
An angel came to him
Made him an offer he could not refuse
Said, "Do you know who I am?"
Uh, you the baby's daddy?
Joe woke up the next morning with a brand new attitude
A midnight talk with the great I Am will scare the hell right out of you
He said, "Baby this match was made in heaven, I know it's gonna last
And I promise you, here and now, I ain't a gonna miss another Lamaze class."
'Cause I know who, I know who
Who's the baby's daddy
Now Dick Clark led the countdown from downtown Galilee
Five, four, three, two, one...Zero B.C.
There was a manger in a stable, a star over Bethlehem
Eight reindeer and a fat man flying when Mary had a little lamb
And you know who, who
The world knows who
Oh, you'd better know who
Who's the baby's daddy?
He's the baby's daddy?
He's the baby's daddy?
8. Bus to Baltimore (R. Cox)
She stood on the corner, lost in time
Trying to get back, to somewhere in her mind
"Mister, can you help me find the place I'm looking for?
I am waiting for the bus to Baltimore."
Pale blue dress, neatly pressed, nothing out of place
Snow white hair, coal black eyes, a sweet angelic face
"I' really got to get back home, I've got so many chores
So I'm waiting for the bus to Baltimore."
"That's where my two precious babies sleep
Where Dad and Harvey decorate the tree
Ruth still has a fever, Cathy scrape her little knee
They need me."
Then a younger woman came, took her by the hand
"Have you been telling stories, Mom, to this nice young man?
The house we had in Maryland burned down in '64
Still she's waiting for the bus to Baltimore."
'Cause that's where her two precious babies lie asleep
Where her daddy decorates the Christmas tree
Ruth has move to Philly, now all that's left is me
And she needs me
Sometimes late at night on the edge of sleep
I think about that sad, sweet woman on the street
And I wonder if she found the peace she was longing for
Oh, I hope she found the bus to Baltimore
9. Love Me, Love My Dog (L. David Lewis, K. Williams)
I came home from work today
You threw my beer and chips away
You lectured me on alcohol, exercise and cholesterol
You said you're worried about my health
I ain't no bean sprout man myself
I love read meat and I hate to jog
Love me, love my dog
Chorus
Love me, love my dog
The good or bad, you've gotta take it all
If you want a prince go kiss a frog
Love me, love my dog
You drug me out to see ballet
What a cultural mistake
I couldn't scratch and I couldn't sleep
When I tried you elbowed me
So take them Broadway tickets back
'Cause I don't care to look at Cats
Don't go showing me your claws
Love me, love my dog
Chorus
10. Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled (J. Stewart, T. Nichols)
I remember Sunday mornings, sittin' on Grandpa's knee
The congregation singing "Rock of Ages, Cleft for me"
The preacher spoke of Heaven, he warned about the fires of Hell
He taught the love of Jesus and drawing life from the living well
Chorus
Children, let not your life be troubled
By thing you can't do nothin' about
If his eye is on the sparrow
Then He sure won't let you down
We were gathered by the Harpeth River, it was close enough to Jordan for me
When I came up from that water my sins had been set free
Now I stand upon that promise, I'm safe in the Master's hand
And I don't have to worry, I'm gonna see the Promised Land
Chorus
Singin' Glory Halleluliah, sing it right out loud
If his eye is on the sparrow, then he sure won't let you down
No he sure won't let you down
Chorus
11. A Brave New Christmas (J.W. Davis)
Put down them hammers, put down them saws
You ain't working no more for Santa Claus
Check them bells and grab a pink slip
The elves're being replaced with a microchip
Frosty the Snowman has been outsourced
No more meltdowns from my work force
Additionally layoffs shall include
The Sugar Plum Fairy and the Nutcracker dude
A total restructure began today
For this much over-rated holiday
The downsize, streamline experts say,
Christmas ain't nothin' but a dead giveaway
For homeland chimney security
Tom Ridge took Santa into custody
The fat terrorist with the bright red dress
Will now be replaced by UPS
Chorus
Christmas has a brand new CEO
And the business plan, it don't include any Ho Ho Ho's
A new holday for a brand new century
We'll re-package Christmas and make it work efficiently
The power bills have risen clean outta sight
Euthanize that reindeer with the bright red light
Unplug the manger, unplug the tree
We're switching for fluorescents and LEDs
Furthermore, our studies did conclude
The factory ain't suited to this latitude
To fight the cost of heating so much snow
We're moving operations down to Mexico
By leveraging technology,
We're re-living Christmas virtually
We'll virtually decorate the virtual halls
With virtual boughs and virtual balls
Then it's virtual presents from a virtual mall
At virtually no expense at all
Let 'em baste their virtual butterballs
With virtually no cholesterol
Chorus
We will re-package Christmas and make it work efficiently
12. May the Road Carry You Safely Home (J. Flynn)
May the road carry you safely home
May the road carry you safely home
No matter how long or how far you may roam
May the road carry you safely home
May the hope in your heart never die
May the hope in your heart never die
May the truth set you free from the pain of the lie
May the hope in your heart never die
May your days bring you laughter and peace
May your days bring you laughter and peace
For of all the good gifts the most wondrous are these
May your days bring you laughter and peace
May the road carry you safely home
May the road carry you safely home
No matter how long or how far you may roam
May the road carry you safely home
DISC 2
1. Sanctuary (L. Bastian, T. Bocci)
Where do you go with a brand new foal?
Ground froze solid 'neathe the blowing snow
Sanctuary
Fought off the coyotes, fooled a lion
Got Black Hawk Creek in the back of her mind
Sanctuary, Sanctuary
Chorus
There's a southside pocket where the rimrock's ending
Cheat grass, water and a sun ascending
If her colt's gonna make it his life's depending
On Sanctuary
Morning breaks pretty on the canyon floor
A place that she's been looking for
She tests the wind until she's sure
It's Sanctuary
Chorus
2. Drive All Night (R. Bissex)
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
Drive all night, drive all night
To get back to you
Goodbye, Virginia, I'm leaving you behind
Maryland, you've been grand but I'm moving on tonight
Delaware, you're unaware I'm even coming through
I've got Philly on the radio, Gene Shea and Michael Majoun
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
Waving at New Jersey and those lovely sisters Share
New York, you're a hell of a town but I ain't stopping there
Going to Connecticut and my old home state of Mass
Back up to Vermont where I can see your gorgeous ..
Ask me why I go around and I drive from town to town
I' got friends every where I go. They feed me and show me around
Ask me how I make it through all those lonely nights
Well, the boys line up right behind the girls
Just to make me feel all right
Waiting a t the stage door I will not appear
They'll see my dust on down the road
Hitting all the gears
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
I'm gonna drive all night, I'm gonna drive all night
Just to get back to you
Drive all night just to get back to you
3. Radio (J. Byrd)
I left out of DeSylva, 12:30 on the dash
Had a thermos full of coffee and a pocket full of cash
Chorus
Radio, radio, me and you again
You are the midnight preacher
Listen to the wheels spin
Listen to the wheels spin
NCW out of Spindale
Kept me going until tree
I want to thank you for gettin' me
A little east of Hickory
Chorus
Just this side of Ardale County
I can get the BBC
There's some station they call country
It don't sound country to me
Chorus
I'd even listen to a preacher
For a while if he's good
Bringing Jesus down from Heaven
Lay his hands upon my hood
Chorus
Five thirty in the morning
Sun is waiting in the wings
Lay my head down on the pillow
As the birds begin to sing
Chorus
To the wheels, to the wheels
To the wheels
4. In New Orleans (R. Cox, A. Haselden, J. Stewart)
On the levee by the lazy Mississippi
When that sun goes down Cresent City starts to cookin'
We'll add a pinch of me and you
To that old French Quarter stew
'Cuz it don't matter who do voodoo
In New Orleans, only in New Orleans
If you want music it's there on every corner
Dancin' in the streets
They got them taps nailed to their sneakers
You can Dixie-Land or blues it, all you gotta do is choose it
You got a problem you can lose it
In New Orleans, only in New Orleans
Bayou ladies, they're tall and tan and sassy
My head turns clear aroung
Every time one sashays past me
If you can't find love down there you can't find it anywhere
'Cause there's magic in the air down in
New Orleans, only in New Orleans
Oh my plane left yesterday
But I'm still here to say
Laissez le....Bon Temp Roulez
In New Orleans, only in New Orleans
Laissez le....Bon Temp Roulez
Only in New Orleans
5. Love Slips Away (C. Eberhardt)
I had no doubt, had no fear
Guess that you could call me cavalier
I was playing loose, thought it would stay
Hold on tight, love slips away
Love what you have, you might have naught
Thank your lucky stars for what you've got
One day sunshine, next day rain
Hold on tight, love slips away
Chorus
Love slips away when you're not watching
All the things you love
Love slips away when you're the only one
You're thinking of
Here's my advice, make it real
Tell the ones you love just how you feel
Don't wait 'til tomorrow, tell 'em today
Hold on tight, love slips away
6. Quintanaroo (R. Cox, W. Waldman)
The shadow of a ceiling fan sweeps across the floor
He stares at the shutters, stays out of view
So many reasons, he's forgotten them now
But he followed them all to Quintanaroo
He'd kill for a cigarette, the Cuervo is gone
Nowhere to go, nothing to do
So he waits for the chance, slip out with the dawn
But dawn takes forever in Quintanaroo
Chorus
Once it was easy, you could always talk your way out
It didn't matter if what you said was true
Truth and lies are all the same, hell, everything you knew
Don't mean nothing in Quintanaroo
From Lupo's cantina music seeps through the door
And it plays like a movie there in his head
The burning white flash, the look of surprise
The cobblestone street, a river of red
Chorus
He knows that they'll find him, it's just a matter of time
No one can save you in Quintanaroo
Truth and lies are all the same, hell, everything you knew
Don't mean nothing in Quintanaroo
No one can save you, in Quintanaroo
7. Good Night Irene (Leadbelly, J.A. Lomax, Sr.)
Last Saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted
Gona take a little stroll downtown
Chorus
Irene, goodnight, Irene, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Stop rambling, stop your gambling
Stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and family
Stay there by the fireside bright
Chorus
Sometimes she sleeps in pajamas
Sometimes she sleeps in a gown
But when they are both in the laundry
Irene is the talk of the town
....That's when I come around
Chorus
8. Flies on the Butter (C. Cannon, A. Shamblin, A. Cunningham)
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the scren door big as your fist
Flies on the butter
Mamaw makin' sugar cookies, we were watchin' cartoons
Heard her holler from the kitchen "Which one of you young'uns
Wants to lick the spoon?"
Yellow Jackets on a watermelon, honeysuckle in the air
Daddy turnin' on the sprinkler as kids runnin' through it
In our underwear
Old dog nappin' on the front porch, his ears just a twitchin'
Fall asleep on Grandaddy's lap to the sound
Of his pocket watch tickin'
Chorus
Oh, oh it doesn't feel like it was all that long ago
Oh, oh you can dream about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Me and my best friend Rickey set up a backyard camp
Stole one of Mama's mason jars, poked holes in the lid and
Made a firefly lamp
Me and Jenny Monroe sneaking down by the river
I'm still haunted by the kiss I was
Too scared to give her
Chorus
There's a blacktop road, faded yellow center line
It can take you back to a place, but it can't take you
Back in time
Chorus
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the scren door big as your fist
Flies on the butter
