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Passing
02:49
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Thought I was a redneck child
Up in the North Woods
Just running wild
Sometimes I wonder where I fit in
Black blood in a white skin
Wonder if I'm passing...
My grandfather he passed for white
Was a doctor to those white folks
He was doing all right
On the weekends on the south side of town
Was a doctor to the black folks
He’s not passing now
My father was born in a lynching time 1906
White woman with a black man
Thats a lynching crime
Best don't tell the child or let him meet his black kin
No knowing what a boy might say
Could just do us in
I hear an old aunt say 'you got nice hair
Not black and nappy
Like your little cousins over there'
And I hear some white folks put the black man down
Good thing I don't own a gun
I might just shoot them down
But my family's got all kinds of colors
White black brown and yellow
Maybe we’re all just passing
Maybe we’re all just passing
Maybe we’re all just passing through
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2. |
Spirits Down Here
02:56
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Sprits walking down on the bayou
Spirits talking in the air tonight
They’re looking for some souls for taking
They’re looking for your soul tonight. They go
OOOOOOOwwww…………….
Forget about your family bible
Forget about your grandma’s rosary
Spirits down here are older than Jesus
Spirits down her are older than time. They go
OOOOOOOwwww…………….
Someone going out in his piro
Someone going to check his lines
Someone going out on the bayou
Someone won’t be coming home tonight. When they go
OOOOOOOwwww…………….
You got old Dr John’s prescription
You got his satchel of gris gris yah yah
You got your Beatles ju ju eyeball
They won’t help on bayou tonight
OOOOOOOwwww…………….
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3. |
Important Work
02:36
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Today I woke up thought I’d write me a song
But the sun got in my way
Important work out on the back porch
It’s getting done OK, playing my guitar
Ooh…so much to do, swing on a star
Important work I know, playing my guitar, groovy
Look at the view it’s sure a good one
Wish that you were here
You’re working hard down in the city
Important work I hear, just like playing guitar
Ooh…so much to do, swing on a star
Important work I know, playing my guitar
Take a siesta guess that’s the best way
To make it through this day
Important work with total satisfaction
Just wish that it would pay, playing my guitart
Ooh…so much to do, swing on a star
Important work I know, playing my guitar
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4. |
Go Down To The River
03:36
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Go down to the river look for Jesus there
Watch out for the devil, he might be waiting there
Went down to the river to look for Jesus there
Went down to the river child, the devil laid his snare
The devil laid his snare
Offered wine and women, offered gold and fame
Offered everything I wanted, 'Can Jesus match my game?'
'Can Jesus match my game?'
Go down to the river look for Jesus there
Watch out for the devil, he might be waiting there
Took his offer into Jesus threw it in his face
Asked if he could match this deal, then he put me in my place
He put me in my place
'Can not give you women, can not give you gold
But come down to the river child and I will save your soul
I can save your soul'
Must say I was tempted that deal was hard to beat
Told that devil I’d pass it by and kneel at Jesus’ feet
I'd kneel at Jesus' feet
Went back to the river, I met sweet Jesus there
He forgave me all my sins and saved me from that snare
Saved me from that snare
You go down to the river look for Jesus there
Watch out for the devil, he might be waiting there
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5. |
Tornado Weather
02:56
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Talkin’ about tornado weather
Something has got to give
Can’t see up ahead
Sky so black my visions dead
And I see a twister comin’ fast take cover or step on the gas
Lay low or get out of town, no other choices this time around
Everything was black and white
Now everything looks like midnight
Big clouds and a rollin’ sky
Feels like God’s gonna let her fly
And I see a twister comin’ fast take cover or step on the gas
Lay low or get out of town, no other choices this time around
Find a basement or find a ditch
It don’t really matter which
Hit the road if you’ve got no choice
Maybe you can outrun his voice
But I see a twister comin’ fast take cover or step on the gas
Lay low or get out of town, no other choices this time around
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6. |
Saratoga
03:32
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Up in Saratoga where you can watch those ponies run
There’s an aging troubadour out busking in the sun
But racing season’s over and winter’s coming on
No one’s on the street tonight but he’s still singing his song
It’s a high and lonesome tenor with a clumsy finger style
You can tell from his old guitar he’s been doing this a while
Down the street the kids play bluegrass they’re racking in the cash
He’ll be lucky for a buck an hour from people walking past
Gotta say that he’s not that good but he sings with his heart and soul
About the loves that he has lost and never going home
The bluegrass kids have given up they caught the bus back home
He’s still singing to the night about how he’s got to roam
I pass him twice so I can drop two dollars in his case
Think about my life, thank God, thank God I’m not in his place
But I don’t buy his CD figure it’s not worth the price
Go into a bookstore, twenty dollars for Keith Richards “Life”
Up in Saratoga, watch that pony run
Up in Saratoga
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7. |
Willow Lane
03:38
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I shouldn't a gone walking down with you
Down where that green water flows on through
Down past the birch trees down by Willow Lane
Wild water lily there I learned your name
Oh you took me by surprise
Oh you opened up my eyes
Oh you took me by surprise
Down Willow Lane
My old man told me son beware
Of willow lane and girls like summer air
I should know 'cause your mama took me there
And that willow and summer just ain't playing fare
Oh she took me by surprise
Yah she opened up my eyes
Oh she took me by surprise
Down Willow Lane
But that was such a long time ago
I don't go down there no more
That was such a long time ago
Down Willow Lane
This verse isn't in the recorded version:
I was dreaming on a sunny afternoon
Sitting on my front porch playing this tune
You don't ask for heaven on a sunny day
You don't ask for more when it's coming your way
Do I have time to watch the water flow?
On a sunny day why say no
You were smiling like a friend of mine
Didn't see the danger, not in time
Oh you took me by surprise
Oh you opened up my eyes
Oh you took me by surprise
Down Willow Lane
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8. |
Last Good Country Road
04:30
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Don't know where I was going don't know where I was bound
I was on a road to nowhere lost in the highway sound
So I called on the radio preacher said I was a soul in need
He said he could help me send in money please
I'm just looking for a country highway
Where I can feel the breeze
I just want to get off of this freeway
Ah help me please
I feel like a dog on the freeway can't get off can't get across
There's no way to get to safety soon my soul will be lost
I got that Triple A insurance but I'm still stuck on the road
I got frequent flyer miles but I still can't get back home
I'm still looking for that country highway
The one that leads back home
You know the one with the breeze that's blowing
Last good country road
I got friends and they found Jesus and I got friends and they found love
And some found nothing but money and some went down in the flood
I'm still looking for that country highway the one that leads back home
You know the one with the breeze that's blowing last good country road
Last good country road
Still looking for that last good country road
Still looking for that last good country road
Last good country road
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Wilson Abbott Vashon, Washington
Swampy Dobro, Electric lap steel & Weissenborn style Hawaiian acoustic slide guitar. Original songs from a long life.
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