Packing Up

C G Am
1. Do you know what to do
C D7 G
Do you know what is true
F C G Am
Is there some one there for you D7 Am D7 G G7
There for you

2. Do you know where to go
To take it fast of take it slow
Do you know what you need to know
Need to know

Chorus:

F G C
Packing up, taking off
F G Am
Setting sail across the soft soft ocean
F G Am
There’s one way to find out
D7 G G7
What its all about

3. Do you know night from day
Do you know what you should say
Should you keep it or give it away
Away

Packing up, taking off . . .

Papa's in the Backroom

Papa’s in the back room
Plucking on the string bass
Used to play the trombone
But he gave it up so
He could keep the back beat
With the fellas up the street
He meets with them once a week
To give the folks at home a treat

Playing that cowboy music
Feels good to be working hard
Playing that cowboy music
It’s what we do, it’s who we are

Out there in the barn yard
Dancing in the fruit shed
Harvesting is over
Now its time to party
Got a pretty little girl
I met her back in grade school
That’s before I dropped out
Who needs school anyhow

When your playing that cowboy music . . .

We ain’t got no
Technological
Am/fm radio
No phonographs
Or record stacks
Just old guitars
And pots ‘n pans

Papa’s in the back room
He’s still plucking on his string bass
I play the piano
I’m just trying to keep it up so
Everybody here is singing
No body here’s a singer
Some of us are shouters
Some of us are singers

We’re playing that cowboy music . . .

We ain’t got no . . .

Every one knows the words
Everyone sings along
Not because it is a hit
Just because it’s a real good song

Piss It Away

Possibly, perhaps something,
will put a path upon my soul
Stearing clear of what I fear
With good will we can rejoice

I’m not blind but I can see
When the path don’t lead to me
Even though the choice is mine
I’ll pick the wrong one everytime

Piss it away . . . . and throw it in the ocean

Foolishly standing tall
Cause at the bottom you cannot fall
Even though I thought I’s smart
I can’t play chess without my heart

One, I’ll always get confused
Two, we’re mutually abused
Three and four are castaways
On a distant shore pissing it away

Piss it away . . . and throw it in the ocean

I once had some dignity
I threw it in the raging sea
I don’t need that shit round me
I’ll set it free, I’ll set it free

Its not like we where meant to be with what we need
We’ve got to fight or else the sea will take what’s hers
And not return, we’ll never learn . . . .

I once had an old bill fold
I threw it in the raging foam
Let me be free be free to roam
And finally find myself a home

Piss it away . . .

Precious Stone

Sleeping like a precious stone
Way down under ground
She’s got a beauty that’s all her own
Waiting to be found
A million miles underneath
The planet earth
Just like the universe
Trying to give it birth
To love and beauty and harmony
Come on baby, dig yourself home to me

Floating in a wishing well
It’s colder than the start of time
I know she’s growing but too slow to tell
The water rises past the line
And then I watch
The water change
From black to green from green to blue
The world’s not crazy
It’s just a little strange
She’s like me I’m just like her

And then there was a burst of flame
A million filthy fingers burst apart
And their tapping still continues today
Like the rain metallic hearts

Pretty Jane

Pretty Jane, Precious Jane
Never be so shy
Meet me in the evening
When the moon is in the rye
Spring's waning fast, love
And corn is in the ear
Summer nights are coming
And the moonshine’s bright and clear

Pretty Jane, Precious Jane
Never be so shy
Meet me in the evening
When the moon is in the rye
Pretty Jane Precious Jane
Never be so shy
Meet me in the evening
When the moon is in the rye.

Name the day
The wedding day
And I will buy, will buy the ring
Boys and Girls
In fine white favors
Village bells will ring.
Spring is waning fast, love
And corn is in the ear
Summer nights are coming
And the moonshine’s bright and clear

Pretty Jane, Precious Jane
Never be so shy
Meet me in the evening
When the moon is in the rye

Pretty Jane, Precious Jane
Never be so shy
Meet me in the evening
When the moon is in the rye

Professor's Blues

Downtown San Francisco
Has got a feeling that’ll get you low
You gotta hold back like a downtown disco
Gotta stick to the things you know

Cannot believe my eyes when I fell for a loop
Chicken shack funk attack and let a beauty be loose
And to my shock what do I see
San Francisco at its finest down on Polk and Green

Another rainy day
I’ve got no words to say
How my time unfolds
I think I found a way
I’m gonna wash out all the grey
Stuck in side my soul

Don’t think about it
There’s money in the bank
Don’t think about it
Cause all those beers I drank
Don’t think about it
I’ve got no one to thank
Not at all

Downtown San Francisco . . .

If you give me the city
Where gritty is pretty
I’m making love over hills
Stand out like a titty
So get your boogie down
And avoid the clowns
Moving in this town
To shaking round and round

I’m just walking the streets
Minding my own
I got my books in my bag
And no need for a coat
Cause its lovely on this rainy day
I got my roots in L.A. and my home by the bay