Mama she loves you
She takes you to school
She combs the curls from your hair
And puts you to work

Papa’s been through that
But forgets what it’s like
He thinks that the world was made
In seven days and seven nights

I’m on the kitchen floor
I’ve locked all the doors
Playing with matches
Just to see what they’re for

Burning like lightning
Smelling like hell
Someone says that they’re hot to the touch
But I can’t hardly tell

Mama she sings to you
Can’t hardly tell why
It all seems like lies to me now
Those sweet lullabies

Papa is fast a sleep
He works very hard
A life without meaning
Is to live for your job

I’ve been through that
I know what it’s like
I believe the world is made
Every day and every night

Oh won't you come home pretty mama
We can go out friday night
Won't come back 'fore the morning
Show me that your mama, mama raised ya right

You can stay hard in the bright sun
You can work on through the day
You can stay say hard in the bright sun
And bring your mama home your pay

Find a star if you want to
Make a wish if you think you might
Find a star you can follow
Home in the middle of the night

Won't you come home pretty mama
We can go out friday night
Won't you come back 'fore the morning
Show me your mama mama raised ya right
Show me your mama mama raised ya right
Show me your mama mama raised ya right
Show me your mama mama raised ya right

Won't you come after you've made
To the top of this tiny town
Tell a story to us childred
And maybe maybe stick around

Won't you come home pretty mama
We can go out friday night
Won't you come back 'fore the morning
Show me your mama raised ya right
Show me your mama raised ya right
Show me your mama raised ra right

Seems like gold
But twice as old
Watch out! You’ll chip out all your teeth

Market place
Pretty face
Across the vegetable

I’ll by a rhyme
Will cost a dime
Perhaps I’ll trade for her heart

Market place
Pretty face
Smiling at the sun

I’ll keep you here
Through the night
I know it isn’t right
But I cannot let you go
Don’t you know
You stole my heart
At the vegetable cart
I thought you’d like to know

Market place
Pretty face
Daughter of the earth

Market place
Touch of grace
Help my vegetable to grow

Bubbles streaming from their mouths like threads
Mermaids try to sing a sailors song
And the audience and clap and cheer
Even innocence can learn to laugh

Floating in the middle of this blue ocean wide
Floating neither down or up, just side to side
Catching a threaded bubble with a mermaids voice inside
Take it to that sailor in the sky

Spider legs piano keys eight beats a bar
Even cold Iago sings along
And the orchestra can’t make up its mind
Whether to play folk or avante- garde

Bound in by a fish tank suffocating on a lung
Sailor’s song means nothing unless you’re sure you are one
Climbing up the anchor scurry up the bough
Just don’t get yourself caught again if you know how

G C G C G
1.The middle son is a dangerous one
G C G D
By moon and sun his wagon wheels are turning
G C G C G
He often sees foxes in the forest
G C G D G
Watching for theives he travels in the night

2.He’s got a strong horse with a gently curving spine
He’s following the course of water down the line
His ears are aching from a pounding near the village
But he knew the danger passed when the lightning had come

Chorus:

C G
The middle son is racing ‘cross the valley
D C G
His morning work is done yes its gone into dust
C G
And his wagon wheels are rolling by moonlight
D C G
The sky’s on fire deliver us
D C G
The sky’s on fire deliver us

The bottle’s restless beating on the wagon’s table tells us
How the wheel ruts beneath us shimmer widely ‘cross the trail
And the stength of any prophecy is sure if time’s eternal
There will be a thunder storm and it will clear the air

Moonshine, moonshine
The sour mash is dong fine
I feel like I’m doing time
In this country shack
Of mine oh mine oh mine

Sunshine, sunshine
You’ve found a cloud to hide behind
My baby’s gone but I don’t mind
I pour myself a glass of homemade wine

There’s a puddle on the floor
I don’t think it was there before
My baby, she don’t clean no more
I think she’s tire of being poor
Shiny cars and fancy clothes
Where they come from I don’t know
My baby thinks she needs them though
So she takes my money and off she goes

Sitting by my rusty still
Waiting for the thing to fill
I gave my girl a dollar bill
To buy some flour from the mill
Oh will she come home

Moonshine, moonshine
What a way to spend your time
Your baby’s crossed the county line
I need something to ease my weary mind

The night is a Joker
The morning's a Judge
By Noon he's a Rambler
Just walking under the sun
Take me to heaven
Or you led me astray
I wouldn't have it
Any other way

I like the beat
I like the junk
I like the good times
I like the funk
I like you here with me like the morning sun

There’s a storm on the dance floor
There's a cloud in this club
Lightning's a warning for the thunder struck
You know how to shake it
You really how to move
We're gonna make it
With nothing to prove

I like the beat
I like the junk
I like the good times
I like the funk
I like you here with me until the morning comes

I like the beat
I like the junk
I like the good times
I like the funk
I like you here with me until the morning comes
Like the morning sun
Like the morning sun

The night is a Joker
The morning's a Judge
By Noon he's a Rambler
Just walking under the sun
Take me to heaven
Or you led me astray
I wouldn't have it
Any other way

D Bm
1. The country’s plain and the sky is brown
Cmaj7 Bm E A
All a - round is the sound
D Bm
Of motorcycles riding into the night
Cmaj7 Bm E A
Ma- gic flight, alright

D Dmaj7 Bm Cmaj7
This dust’ll fool even an iron horse
D Dmaj7 Bm Cmaj7
I cannot penetrate it with my electric torch
D Dmaj7 Bm Cmaj7
I’m gonna see my baby, gonna make that lady ready
D Cmaj7 Bm E
To ride

2. Below the Battle Mountain there’s a pile of stone
All alone and it sings
Sounds just like a fiddle and dances just like a drum
For everyone on the run

This dust’ll fool even an iron horse . . .

3. She’s so pretty I think I’m losing my mind
All the time
With her arms around me we’ll go for a ride
At least we’re gonna try

This dust’ll fool even an iron horse . . .

I’m biting on a bullet
There’s a dog I’ve got to kill
He’s been fucking with my woman
Since April of last year
And they say he is my brother
My brother by a different mother
The bastard’s fucking with my woman
I’m going to lay his down

Oh my darling Jenny
How could you do this to me?
I had the wedding planned already
For the end of February
I don’t trust her
She’s been with another
My bastard brother and her
Have done me wrong

That’s why I’m biting on this bullet
I’m marking it for him
I’m going to meet him in the morning
That’s when I’ll do him in
And then I’ll find that woman
I’ll put my hands around her throat
I’ll throttle her un-gently
Until her neck is broke

How could you do this to me?
My darlin’ Jenny
I had the wedding planned all ready
For the end of February
Instead I’ll be an out law
Running from that posse gang
And if they ever catch me
I’m going to hang

But what choice did you give me
A man has got his pride
You’ve done my bastard brother
Now both of you are gonna die

I finally found my own true love
She makes me feel like I have just been born
With the sun she’s rising like she doesn’t want to go
Rising beside me almost every morning

Mountain climbing maiden
River swimming gal
I’m calling you my missus
Gone missing somehow
But I guess it’s me that’s leaving
And I’m happy to be free
But freedom can be lonesome
When my missus misses me

I finally found my own true love
The romance of can’t hold her down
She’s still got some rambling rattling around
And an itching that won’t stop until she’s leaving town

Mountain climbing maiden
River swimming gal
Living in a city
Far from her home town
Soon she will be leaving
And I’m happy she’ll be free
But freedom can get lonesome
When my missus misses me

I finally found my own true love
I don’t know when we’ll meet again
A love may last forever but I’m just a mortal man
I think that it could span the whole world and back again