| Bend In The Water Come on Pearl, come on Kitty, if you feel inclined. Down around the bend in the water, bring your fishing line. Come on Pearl, I'm rough and ready, got my fishing pole, Down around the bend in the water to the fishing hole. It's a fine July on a beautiful night with a heavenly sky and moonlight on the bay. Down around the bend in the water, if you feel inclined, come on Pearl, come on Kitty, I'm gonna make you mine. All around the world tonight, what a beautiful scene below. Too fine a time to stand in line, I'm gonna take my love to go. It's a fine July and a beautiful way for a boy and a girl to pass the time of day. Come on Pearl, come on Kitty, if you feel inclined. Down around the bend in the water, bring your fishing line. All around the world tonight, what a beautiful scene below. Too fine a time to stand in line, I'm gonna take my love to go. It's a fine July on a beautiful light with a heavenly sky and moonlight on the bay. Down around the bend in the water, if you feel inclined, come on Pearl, come on Kitty, bring your fishing line. Come on Pearl, I'm rough and ready, got my fishing pole, down around the bend in the water to the fishing hole. Rainy Day People Rainy day people always seem to know when it's time to call. Rainy day people don't talk, they just listen till they've heard it all. Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you they've been down like you. Rainy day people don't mind if you cry a tear or two. If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love. Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above. Rainy day lovers don't love any others, that would not be kind. Rainy day people all know how it hangs on a piece of mind. Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you, they've been down there too. Rainy day people don't mind if you cry a tear or two. Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feeling blue. High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too. Take it or leave it, or try to believe it if you've been down too long. Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on. Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on. Cold On The Shoulder All you need is time, all you need is time, time, time to make me bend. Give it a try, don't be rude, put it to the test and I'll give it right back to you. It's cold on the shoulder, and you know that we get a little older every day. Kick it around, take it to town, try to defy what you feel inside, you better be strong, your love belongs to us. It's cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day. All I need is trust, all I need is trust, trust, trust to make it show. I don't want to know everything you done, If you get a tip then tell it to the Eskimos. It's cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day. It's cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day. All we need is faith, all we need is faith, faith, faith to make it nice. Kick it around, don't be rude, if you're gonna make a mistake, don't you make it twice. It's cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day. It's cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day. It's cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day. It's cold on the shoulder and you know that we get a little older every day. The Soul Is The Rock The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved. Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved. And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow. Say what you like to, do what you do, everyone's sleeping now, two by two. Bats in the roof, cats in the hall, dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall. Big rain coming, big rain coming this way, rain on the rock, rain on the rock, rain on the rock. The sea is the space which the rock has displaced. The mind is some stranger that some soul has embraced. And somewhere between, in a no-man's land of dreams, the heart becomes the soldier yet the rock is not redeemed. Say what you like to, do what you can, live like a sheep, die like a lamb. Bats in the roof, cats in the hall, dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall Big rain coming, big rain coming this way, rain on the rock, rain on the rock, rain on the rock. The soul is the rock and the rock will always roll. In circles round the sun doing rings around the pole. When the mind is not sure what the heart will do next, the rock becomes the master and the road becomes what's left. Late one night when the moon shone down, we went to the mill on the edge of the town. She wore white, I wore black, the town was sleeping when we got back. Big rain coming, big rain coming this way, rain on the rock, rain on the rock, rain on the rock. The soul is the rock and the rock will not be harmed, though man must be cheated just as women must be charmed. And the mind is the light for the heart which cannot see, the soul becomes the stranger but the rock will always be. Say what you like to, do what you do, everyone's sleeping now two by two. Bats in the roof, cats in the hall, dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall Oh, big rain coming, big rain coming this way, rain on the rock, rain on the rock, rain on the rock. The soul is the rock and the rock will not be moved. Nothing is disputed, yet nothing is disproved. And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow. And the seeds of the earth that were planted long ago still yield a better harvest than the rock was prone to grow. Bells Of The Evening Bells of the evening, oh, sing to my love, tell her I miss her, my own turtledove. The streets of the old town are covered with rain, I think I might never know true love again. I'm lost with no road signs to guide me, a slave to my whiskey and dreams. Bells of the evening, oh, bells that I love, I've got some feelings I long to be rid of. I'm not one to ramble, I'm not one to boast though I had one lover more lovely than most. She was a country girl born to be free who took to the city by chance there to find me. Bells of the evening go pealing, I'm down here listening to you. Bells of the evening, oh, bells of the sea, tell her that I miss her, I'm lost and so lonely. Bells of the evening, your sweet Sunday sound reminds me of the redwoods and moss covered ground. So if I should wander on back to the coast, tell her to remember it's her I need the most. I'm caught by the minstrel's misfortune of being forever displaced. Bells of the evening, oh, bells of the sea tell her that I love her, that I'm lost I'm so lonely. Rainbow Trout In the name of love she came, this foolish winsome girl, she was all decked out like a rainbow trout swimming up stream in the world. And she said "Please, please, I've lost my way, the current is too strong. In the name of love, kind sir I pray, in the name of love." So I took her by the hand, she took me by the will, she was all dolled up like a blue eyed pup looking for something to spill. And she said "Please, please, I've lost my way, the current is too strong. In the name of love, kind sir I pray, in the name of love." In the name of love she came, this foolish winsome girl, she was all decked out like a rainbow trout swimming up stream in the world. And she gave one flip of the rainbow tip of her tail and she swam back down. And she said "Please, please, I've lost my way, the current is too strong. In the name of love, kind sir I pray, in the name of love." A Tree Too Weak To Stand I see a place where candles burn and lovers rest tonight. The hollow sound inside me now keeps telling me to write. But songs of love will never leave love's feelings undefiled, the tide has turned, the waves roll in, the waters fill my eyes. The price of lust has risen till the ceiling will not stand. The tears I shed were not in shame, the world was in my hands. If trust was just a simple thing then trusting I would be, but deep within my soul I know it's better to be free. The days fly by, the waves roll in, but freedom has not come. I fear my faith will soon give out, my senses come undone. My role is played, the demon dogs come stealing o'er the land and foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand. I see a place where candles burn and lovers rest tonight. The hollow sound inside me now keeps telling me to write. But songs of love should not be sung where staying is not planned and foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand. And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand. All The Lovely Ladies All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight, I wish that I could know them one by one. All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds, strolling in to take the ladies home. Bless you all and keep you on the road to tenderness, Heaven can be yours just for now. All the gentle strangers who by nature do not smile to everyone who cannot hold a pen, to all you heavy rounders with a headache for your pains who dread the thought of going round the bend, bless you all and keep you on the road to better things, Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the lovely ladies in their finery tonight, I wish that I could kiss you while you knit. To all the ones who learn to live with being second-guessed whose job it is to give more then to get, bess you all and keep you with the strength to understand, Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the little dreamers with a dream that cannot last, to all the sleeping giants who must wake. To every man who answers to the letter of the law and all the rest imprisoned by mistake, bless you all and keep you with the faith to let it pass, Heaven can be yours just for now. To all the lonely sailors who have trouble being seen, to all of you with heartache that remains, maybe sometime later you might swim back into shore if someone could relieve you of your chains. Bless you all and keep you all on the land or on the sea, Heaven can be yours, just for now. Fine As Fine Can Be You're as soft as the rose, you're as sweet as the honey, you're as warm as the bright morning sun. You're as cool as the breeze on the last days of April, you're as fine as fine can be. You're like time is to space, you're like faith is to trusting, you're like blue is to feeling unkind. You're like joy is for love, you're like dreams are for chasing, you're as fine as fine can be. And when I am gone my thoughts are all with you, you're my little angel, you see. You're as bright as the moon, you're as light as a feather, you're as fine as fine can be. Like the rain is for the crops, you're like food for my thoughts, you're like true is for knowing what's not. You're like leaves are for trees, you're like bees are for buzzing, you're as fine as fine can be. You're as bright as the moon, you're as light as a feather, you're as fine as fine can be. Cherokee Bend His father was a man who could never understand the shame on a red man's face. So they lived in the hills and they never came down but to trade in the white man's place. It was early in the spring when the snow had disappeared, they came down with a bag of skins. In the fall of the year of 1910, Daddy died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said about the dirty little kid at his side, Daddy didn't like what the white man did nor the deal or the way that he lied. There was blood on the floor of the government store when the men took his daddy away. But the boy stayed back till he come to his end and he run like the wind from Cherokee Bend. Now the mother was alone and the winter was at hand and she prayed to her spirit kin. It was warm in the lodge in the Kentucky hills on the day when the boy came in. Then a blizzard came down and it covered up the door till they thought that it never would end and he told her the tale of the terrible affair in the government store down in Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said about the dirty little kid at his side, Daddy didn't like what the white man did nor the deal or the way that he lied. For three long days and three long nights they wept and they mourned and then she returned to her work and her weaving and they tried to forget about Cherokee Bend. Now the boy wasn't big but he hunted what he could and they lived for a time that way but the food run low and the meat went bad and she said to the boy one day, "I'm leaving tonight and I never will return from the land of my Spirit Kin. You must take what you need and trade what you can for a Red Man's grave down in Cherokee Bend." It wasn't very long till she closed her eyes and he wrapped her in a robe. He found her a place on the side of the hill and he buried her in the snow. Early in the spring he was seen in the town with his load looking ragged and thin, not a year had gone by till he stood once again in the government store down in Cherokee Bend. He was ten years tall and a Redskin, too, so he hadn't much face to save and the men sat around and they laughed and they clowned at the talk of a criminal's grave. Then the man from the east didn't smile when he said, "You're the son of that Indian scum. If you value your hide then you better abide by the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend." Daddy didn't like what the white man said about the dirty little kid at his side, Daddy didn't like what the white man did nor the deal or the way that he lied. And he spit on the floor of the government store and it served him to no good end. At the close of the day they had taken him away to the white man's school down at Cherokee Bend. It's been 21 years since the boy disappeared, where he run to, nobody knows. But they say he fell in with a man named Jim and he rides in the rodeos. And they say he returns all alone to a place hidden deep in the Kentucky glen and it's pretty well known who hauled up the stone to the grave on the hill above Cherokee Bend. Daddy didn't like what the white man said about the dirty little kid at his side, Daddy didn't like what the white man did nor the deal or the way that he lied. There was blood on the floor of the government store when the men took his daddy away, it was 1910 and they never had a friend when he died by the rope down at Cherokee Bend. It was 1910 and they never had a friend when he died by the rope down at Cherokee Bend. Now And Then I think this time you've said enough to make me want to leave this place, still I keep coming back for more of the same to fan the dying flame. Here inside these walls that seem to move a little closer every day, there must be a way out of this crazy game we play out to the end. Let us just pretend a while, think about the good things now and then. I think this time that was the best time that we two had ever known, we tried the handle of the house upon the shore and found the open door. Once inside we found a curious moonbeam doing dances on the floor. We were only playing like two children who had stayed away from school, Two of us could not be wrong, Heaven knows who keeps the golden rule. I think this time we've learned enough to know that nothing is the same, but still the pounding of my heart hasn't changed and leaving's so strange. Here among my thoughts of you I find a gentle longing to be free, there must be a way out of this crazy game we play out to the end. Take away the in-between, think about the good things now and then. We will see the day when you or I will stay or face up to the end Let us just pretend a while and think about the good things now and then. Slide On Over Momma's got her long dress on, see how that little girl walks. Now we got it rolling, how're we gonna get it stopped? Momma's got something, Daddy needs more than a lot. Now we got it rolling, how're we gonna get it stopped? Momma put your long dress on, I'd like to take that little girl to town. Now that we have rolled it, how're we gonna hold it down? Gonna slide on over to that pretty little love that I've found, now we've got it rolling, how're we gonna hold it down? Now momma's got her long dress on, listen to that little girl talk. Now we got it rolling, how're we gonna get it stopped? Gonna slide on over to that funny little love that I've got, now we got it rolling, how're we gonna get it stopped? Cause my momma's got something, daddy needs more than a lot, now we got it rolling, how we gonna get it stopped? |
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