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Heaven Is So High
03:49
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I can't hear the beating of the angels' wings
I don't hear no chorus of the angels sing
Got a head full of worries in this city full of sounds
Heaven is so high and I'm so far down
Heaven is so high and I'm so far down
Will the arms of heaven reach all the way to the ground?
Heaven is so high and I'm so far down
I can't see the face of the king and his crown
I don't see the light of truth shining all around
Sometimes all I see are shades of gray and brown
I'm thirsty at the river, I'm hungry at the feast
I've tasted the divine and it tastes bittersweet
I will do my duty but I'm crying to be found
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Rejoice In My Troubles
03:43
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Rejoice in my troubles, my children, for I was never kind, it's true
My hand was hard as a hammer, never did I smile at you
Now the house is empty and you are long gone
No one here lookin' after me
Oh, what I would give to see my little girls and boys
You go on, my children, and rejoice
Rejoice in my troubles, my brothers, a meaner man you'll never find
My word was worthless as a counterfeit bill, my days spent robbing you blind
Now, my pocket's empty and the money's long gone
No help comin' in my time of need
Oh, what I would give to have made a different choice
You go on, my brothers, and rejoice
Rejoice in my troubles, my woman, for I brought no love to our home
My sweet talk was empty as a well gone dry, at night I left you all alone
Now I've fallen sick and I can't get well
No one comin' looking after me
Oh, what I would give just to hear a friendly voice
You go on, my woman, and rejoice
Rejoice in my troubles, everybody, but don't rejoice for too long
Lest in your hearts you become just like me, a man who does everybody wrong
Oh, they'll take me to some lonesome Potter's Field
No one comin' lookin' after me
They'll let me down, and you will hear the echo of my voice
Go on, everybody, and rejoice
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I Will Walk With You
04:12
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am owner of no light, and I cannot be your guide
My eyes cannot see through the unknown
I will sure and steady stride through the darkness at your side
I will see to it you do not go alone
I will take upon my shoulders your worries and your woes
I will walk with you down your darkest road
On your passage into shadows, you will not go alone
I will walk with you down your darkest road
When the briar and the thorn on your path are overgrown
And the dark heart of the wood is still ahead
I will swing the woodsman's blade, for to clear the brambled shade
And make passage for your tired feet to tread
When at last your weary head takes the earth for its bed
I'll watch over your sleep until dawn
But now hearken to the trees, you can hear the night-birds sing
Sing a song for wandering souls far from home
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You Got To Move
03:33
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You got to move, you got to move
You got to move, child, you got to move
When the Lord gets ready
You got to move
You may be high, you may be low
You may be rich, child, you may be poor
When the Lord gets ready, you got to move
You see that woman that walks the street
And the policeman out on his beat
When the Lord gets ready, you got to move
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Oxford Town
03:09
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Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down
The sun don't shine above the ground
Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town
He went down to Oxford Town
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from Oxford Town
Oxford Town around the bend
He come in to the door, he couldn't get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my frien'?
Me and my gal, my gal, son
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I don't even know why we come
Goin' back where we come from
Oxford Town in the afternoon
Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune
Two men died 'neath the Mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon
Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down
The sun don't shine above the ground
Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town
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Come Back Baby
03:17
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Heart full of sorrow, eyes full of tears
We've been together, babe for so many years
Come back baby, let's talk it over, one more time
Baby this world wasn't made in one day
Can't we talk it over before you go away?
Come back baby, let's talk it over, one more time
Look down that track, far as I could see
See that engine blowing smoke back at me
Come back baby, let's talk it over, one more time
Come back baby, please don't go
The way that I love you babe, you'll never know
Come back baby, let's talk it over, one more time
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When I Go
04:34
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Come, lonely hunter, chieftain and king, I will fly like the falcon when I go
Bear me my brother under your wing, I will strike fell like lightning when I go
I will bellow like the thunder drum, invoke the storm of war
A twisting pillar spun of dust and blood up from the prairie floor
I will sweep the foe before me like a gale out on the snow
And the wind will long recount the story, reverence and glory, when I go
Spring, spirit dancer, nimble and thin, I will leap like coyote when I go
Tireless entrancer, lend me your skin, I will run like the gray wolf when I go
I will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noon
Raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon
I will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow
I'll send this message down the wire and hope that someone wise is listening when I go
And when the sun comes trumpets from his red house in the east
He will find a standing stone where long I chanted my release
He will send his morning messenger to strike the hammer blow
And I will crumble down uncountable in showers of crimson rubies when I go
Sigh, mournful sister, whisper and turn, I will rattle like dry leaves when I go
Stand in the mist where my fire used to burn, I will camp on the night breeze when I go
And should you glimpse my wandering form out on the borderline
Between death and resurrection and the council of the pines
Do not worry for my comfort, do not sorrow for me so
All your diamond tears will rise up and adorn the sky beside me when I go
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Raise My Voice And Sing
03:03
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In the city's clang and clatter
In the endless cellphone chatter
When the big trucks roar and rattle all my bones
When the TV drowns my thoughts out
With its dry and deadening drone
I will raise my voice and sing
Raise my voice and sing
Raise my voice and sing
I am here, I am here
And I am a human being
So I raise my voice and sing
In my rumbling roiling room
In the crash and blast and boom
When my neighbors shout down all my quiet joys
And the world now seems deafened by the
Howl of its own noise
I will raise my voice and sing
Under twilight stars a-glisten
For a minute I can listen
To the fleeting hush of peace in my heart
But the day shall start again
With its dread and draining din
So I raise my voice and sing
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Don't You Know Me Well
03:50
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Devil got me again with a 40-ounce jug
Pounding in my brain, woke up on the rug
I try and I try to walk the straight and true
But you made me cry, Devil loves the blues
Oh, baby
Oh, baby don't you know me well
Down so low, I don't even know myself
Walked down the road to the center of town
See somebody who knows why I am so far down
Doctor said I was stuck preacher run me around
Gypsy brought no luck, healer turned me down
Oh, baby....
The river calls my name to jump in and drown
They don't want me in heaven, Devil's calling me down
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Your gentle soul surrounds me like a harbor from the sea
And all the tears and shipwrecked years that haunt my memory
Are held at bay for one more day, each time I see you smile
Your gentle soul surrounds me for a little while
Your gentle soul deserves more than a battered, war-torn thief
Who comes to you with pockets bare of caring or belief
Whose dice from this broken cup have made their final toss
Your gentle soul surrounds me, or I'm as good as lost
Your gentle soul knows all of that, and doesn't seem to care
You brave the buried places where an angel wouldn't dare
All of my old instincts say, come on boy, time to leave
Your gentle soul surrounds me, and I'm starting to believe
I'm starting to believe
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Pat Wictor Brooklyn, New York
Grounded in rural blues and gospel traditions, Pat Wictor's lean, poetic songs and expressive guitar playing are seasoned with jazz, pop, improvisational surprise, and philosophy. He first gained attention as an acoustic lap slide guitarist, and a sought-after collaborator and session musician. His evolving projects push his own musical boundaries ever outward ... more
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