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f you say all the good times are gone,
If you say this rain will keep rainin' on
I'll walk along with my head held high
Findin' a song and I'll sing it to the sky
I may be wrong, but I'll live 'til I die
That's the way it's gonna be....... Wait and see
Though you say the devil knocks at my door
Though you say my ship will not reach the shore
I've got a will and a thousand ways,
I've got a dream of a thousand better days
I've got a smile that just stays and stays
That's the way it's gonna be........Wait and see.
Though you say I've reached the end of my road
Though you say my tides are all running low
Victory is waitin' for me round the bend,
I won't stay down til the count of ten
I've said it before, and I'll say it again
That's the way it's gonna be...... Wait and see
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Eventide
03:48
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can't give my love no silver and no gold
She don't hold her riches in her hand
She told me her love is the finest marigold
And it can't be bought by any man
CHORUS:
In the long and easy silence
In the sigh of eventide, I know our love is true
The bell's quiet toll, the whisper of the soul
The stillness of our love coming through
Summertime my love and I went up the mountain side
The world a-humming soft and simple tunes
Shining like the sun, full of love she cannot hide
A bride on her wedding afternoon
CHORUS
Here we are, my love, in the autumn of our lives
With thoughts of distant daughters and sons
Winter soon will come to the solemn riverside
With waters all running into one
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Whiskey Vacation
04:27
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Daddy comes home late and unties his shoes
Sits in the rocker and turns on the news
I run upstairs and leave Momma with him
With his tumbler and rocks, and his bottle of Jim
I hear his voice, talking on 'bout his day
And Momma pretends she's got nothing to say
After supper there won't be too much conversation
Daddy is goin' on a whiskey vacation
Whiskey, Whiskey vacation
In the kitchen downstairs, Momma's pacing
And I try to play quiet, but my hands are a-shakin'
Daddy has gone on a whiskey vacation
The good nights were silent, but some nights he'd be
Badmouthing Momma, then he'd start in on me
When he gets on a roll, three sheets to the station
Daddy is gone on a whiskey vacation
Whiskey, Whiskey vacation
And I'm shut in my room and I'm prayin'
But God, he don't answer, and all Momma's sayin'
Is Daddy has gone on a whiskey vacation
Now Daddy, you see, was the drinker next door
He always provided, we never were poor
He never lost his job, and never raised his hand
Respected by all as an upstanding man
For years I have pondered what makes people drink
The demons that haunt them and make 'em feel weak
Hit the bottle myself, but stopped in trepidation
To keep from being lost on that whiskey vacation
Whiskey, Whiskey vacation
There's a choice every day that I'm making
So my sons and my daughters will never be saying
Daddy is gone on a whiskey vacation
Daddy is gone on a whiskey vacation
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Thick-Skinned Blues
02:58
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She's as sweet as a Granny Smith,
Easy as a bed of nails
She's coming on like a freight train
When you're tied down to the rails
Oh, but now she's got me good, and
Her smile says, "This ain't no time to think about sin."
You know, I'll die of a thickened skin, if her love don't do me in
She's a flash flood on an August day
She's steady as a leaf in a storm
Kind as a Minnesota blizzard,
And sometimes she's just as warm
Oh, but now I've got her good, but
Her smile says, she don't mind letting me win
You know, I'll die of a thickened skin, if her love don't do me in
She's the rumor of gold in the riverbed
She's the crack as you step on the ice
She's the kinda song that gets stuck in your head
She's the fix as you roll the dice
I could lie and say I've had enough, but
My smile says, I can take it right here on the chin
You know, I'll die of a thickened skin, if her love don't do me in
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Well, Well, Well
04:29
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The man who stole the water will swim forevermore
But he'll never reach the land on that golden shore
That faint white light will haunt his heart
Till he's only a memory lost in the dark
Dig a hole in the ground
Straight down to hell
Till there ain't no more water in that well, well, well
When you're down on your knees
With nothing left to sell
Try digging a little deeper in that well, well, well
Take care of your body like you care for your soul
Don't dig yourself into a hole
Until you've paid the price, you can't know what it's worth
The air, water, fire and earth
Dig a hole in the ground
Straight down to hell
Till there ain't no more water in that well, well, well
When you're down on your knees
With nothing left to sell
Try digging a little deeper in that well, well, well
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Song of Songs
03:33
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When your garden is wet with the morning dew
I will lie in the naked grass with you
Fill my head with nature's thick perfume
As the blushing sun throws it scarlet hues
Across the sky and all creation groans
I will sing to you my song of songs
When your fruit is heavy on the vine
I will take a long, long drink of wine
'Til my captured heart cries out your name
Flutters like a songbird in a cage
And you are mine, safe where you belong
I will sing to you my song of songs
So who is this like rosy dawn
Moving softly like a rising fawn
Trailing starlight as she runs
Fair as the moon bright as the sun
She is my bride, I've come to take her home
And I'll sing to you my song of songs
I sing to you my song of songs
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Changes
03:34
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Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
And wander in my words,... dream about the pictures
That I play ..... of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
the circle time parade of changes.
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
'Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines..... of changes.
The world's spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.
Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they're swept away by
Golden drops of dawn, of changes.
Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
strings of souls, of changes.
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
the rolling river shores of changes.
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Mr. Blues
03:37
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Blues, oh Blues, you dog me like a ghost
Whispering at midnight the things I fear the most
Oh Blues, you dog me like a ghost
Hiding in the darkness, you wait til I'm alone....
And then you moan
It's the serenade of sorrow
Gonna think about tomorrow, Mister Blues
Blues, oh Blues, trickster in my house
Creepin' in the side door, stirring up my doubts
Oh Blues, you're the trickster in my house
I get worried when you're whistling that same old tune....
Trouble's coming soon
While you're smiling at my sorrow
Gonna think about tomorrow, Mister Blues
Blues, oh Blues, got a stumble in your step
Without all my troubles, you ain't nothing by yourself
Oh blues, got a stumble in your step
I will gather in my chosen, and we'll burn the lanterns high....
Until you fly
Gonna send you home in sorrow
Better think about tomorrow, Mister Blues
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Marching Still
04:10
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She is old, and bent, and wrinkled
In her rocker in the sun,
And the thick, gray, woollen stocking
That she knits is never done.
She will ask the news of battle
If you pass her when you will,
For to her the boys are marching,
Marching still.
She was knitting in the corner
When the fatal news was read,
How her last and youngest perished,--
And the letter, ending, said:
"I am writing on my knapsack
By the road, with borrowed quill,
For the Union army's marching,
Marching still."
Reason sank and died within her
Like a flame for want of air;
So she knits the woolen stockings
For the soldier lads to wear,
Waiting til the war is ended
For her sons to cross the sill;
For she thinks they all are marching,
Marching still.
Seven tall sons about her growing
Cheered the widowed mother's soul;
One by one they kissed and left her
When the drums began to roll.
They are buried in the trenches,
They are bleaching on the hill;
But to her the boys are marching;
Marching still.
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Existentialist Blues
02:46
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Things are just as hard as they seem
Things are just as hard as they seem
The genie won't go back in the whiskey flask,
All your wishes went up in steam
Things are just as hard as they seem
Things are just as hard as they seem
Things are just as hard as they seem
Your fairy godmother said, "You're on your own, brother.
It's too big a mess to clean."
Things are just as hard as they seem
But don't you walk around with your face all looking sad
Whistle a tune when you're feeling blue
This too shall pass...
Things are just as hard as they seem
Things are just as hard as they seem
Tinkerbell ain't gonna wake you up
And tell you it was all just a dream
Things are just as hard as they seem
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Where Did You Go?
03:04
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Where did you go, darlin'? Where did you go?
How will I find you again?
'Tween righteous and wrong, silence and song
Somewhere between prayer and "amen"
Send me a sign, darlin', send me a sign
Send me a sign from above
Feathered wings ferry you, spirits come bearing you
Carrying a sign of your love
What did you dream, darlin'? What did you dream?
What do you dream of at night?
Dreams bright and blissful, dreams for an angel
Dreams filled with beautiful light
Where did you go, darlin'? Where did you go?
How will I find you again?
'Tween righteous and wrong, silence and song
Somehwere between prayer and "amen"
'Tween righteous and wrong, silence and song
Somehwere between prayer and "amen"
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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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