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Mother Country
06:24
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There was a story in the San Francisco Chronicle that someone remembered to save
And it was about a lady who lived in the good old days
When a century was born and a century had died
And about these good old days the old lady replied
Why they were just a lot of people doing the best they could
Just a lot of people doing the best they could
And then the lady said that they did it pretty up and walking good
What ever happened to those faces in the old photographs
I mean, the little boys
Boys hell they were men
Who stood knee deep in the Johnstown mud
In the time of that terrible flood
And they listened to the water that awful noise
Then they put away the dreams that belonged to little boys
And the sun is going down for Mister Bouie
As he's singing with his class of nineteen-two
Oh mother country I do love you
Oh mother country I do love you
I knew a man named E.A. Stuart spelled S-T-U-A-R-T
And he owned some of the finest horses I've ever seen
And he had one favorite a champion the old Campaigner
And he called her Sweetheart On Parade
And she was easily the finest horse that the good Lord ever made
But old E.A. Stuart he was going blind
And he said before I go I gotta drive her one more time
So people came from miles around and they stood around the ring
But no one said a word
No one said a thing
And they're opening the gates back there
And here they come E.A. Stuart in the wagon right behind
Sitting straight and proud and he's driving her stone blind
And would you look at her
Oh she never looked finer or went better than today
It's E.A. Stuart and the old Campaigner Sweetheart On Parade
And the people cheered
Why I even saw a grown man break right down and cry
And you know it was just a little while later that old E.A. Stuart died
And the sun is going down for Mister Bouie
As he's singing with his class of nineteen-two
Oh mother country I do love you
Oh mother country I do love you
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2. |
Gold
03:14
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When the lights go down in the California town
And people are in for the evening
I jump into my car I throw in my guitar
My heart's keeping time with my breathing
Driving over Kanan singing to my soul
People out there turn the music into gold
Oh my buddy Tim Bass is working pumping gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour
Rhythm in his hands as he's tapping on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower
Driving over Kanan singing to my soul
People out there turn the music into gold
Oh California girls are the greatest in the world
Each one a song in the making
Singing out to me I can hear the melody
The story is there for the taking
Driving over Kanan singing to my soul
People out there turn the music into gold
Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
People out there turn the music into gold
Into gold
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3. |
Razorback Woman
02:38
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I still can remember Pa coming home drunk
With the boys from the Union Hall station
And it's hard to believe all the words that I read
We are living in God's favorite nation
And we knew he was ill from the size of his pills
And he choked on the preacher's salvation
And I know that his blood it still flows in my veins
As I fall for each blue-eyed temptation
And the razorback woman who stood by his side
Is skinny and fixing to die
Oh the razorback woman is calling me home
And she cries
Oh my God how she cries
I was only fourteen and my Dad he was mean
When his face shined a river of sweat
And he started yelling you go straight to hell
And you're young and your ears are still wet
When all the other young boys were showing off their toys
He gave me my first cigarette
And I'd like to say that these were the days
That my sprung lungs won't ever forget
And the razorback woman who stood by his side
Is skinny and fixing to die
Oh the razorback woman is calling me home
And she cries
Oh my God how she cries
I still can remember Pa coming home drunk
With the boys from the Union Hall station
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There she calls from her second floor room
The end of a back porch afternoon
Where we'd stand on the bow of our own man-of-war
No longer the back porch any more
And we'd sail pulling for China
The pirates of Stone County Road
Weathered and blown
And we'd sail ever in glory
Till hungry and tired
The pirates of Stone County Road
Were turning for home
There she calls from her high wicker chair
As I climb to my room up the stair
Where the wind through the shutters
Sends the mainsail to fall
From the shadow of the bedpost on the wall
And we'd sail pulling for China
The pirates of Stone County Road
Weathered and blown
And we'd sail ever in glory
Till hungry and tired
The pirates of Stone County Road
Were turning for home
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5. |
I Remember America
02:58
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I remember America
I remember it well
When you could walk downtown in the middle of the night
Without the smell of fear on your shoulder
As you jump at every sound
And you never look in the eye of any stranger
Who could easily gun you down
I remember America
I remember every town
When crack was the sound that caps would make
In the only guns that kids would have around
I remember America
I remember my friends
I remember America
And I want to be safe again
I remember America
I remember the time
When rock n' roll was cool and fun and we'd read between the lines
I remember America
Like you remember the dead
When freedom of speech wasn't every four-letter word a sailor never said
I remember America
And I remember my school
Now it's graft and gangs and guards and guns and needles in the pool
But I remember America
When kids could walk alone
Go to the corner for a root beer float and safely make it home
I remember America
I remember my friends
I remember America
And I want to be safe again
I remember America
And I remember my home
That any working man would proudly say it was something that he owned
I remember America
And I remember the day
November twenty-second, nineteen sixty-three,
When they blew the dreams away
I remember America
I remember my friends
I remember America
And I want to be safe again
I remember America
I remember America
I remember America
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6. |
Kansas
03:26
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Time moves like a river
You can either sink or swim
A wise man learns to forgive her
For all she's done to him
No one's getting younger
But a few aren't getting old
It's all in what you feel
And not in what you're told
But you can't go back to Kansas
I was there just yesterday
You can't go back to Kansas
It just up and blew away
Oh but I will go on loving you
It's easier that way
But you can't go back to Kansas
'Cause that was yesterday
See the sun rise and fall
Feel the earth beneath my shoes
And there's no use in believing
That you were born and cursed to lose
So why not go on dreaming then
Pick anyone you choose
There's nothing to be down about
You either win or lose
But you can't go back to Kansas
I was there just yesterday
You can't go back to Kansas
It just up and blew away
Oh but I will go on loving you
It's easier that way
But you can't go back to Kansas
'Cause that was yesterday
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7. |
July, You're A Woman
04:45
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I can't hold it on the road
When you're sitting right beside me
And I'm drunk out of my mind
Merely from the fact that you are here
And I have not been known
As the Saint of San Joaquin
And I'd just as soon right now
Pull on over to the side of the road
And show you what I mean
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
July, you're a woman
More than anyone I've ever known
And I can't hold my eyes
On the white lines out before me
When your hand is on my collar
And you're talking in my ear
And I have been around
With a gypsy girl named Shana
Daughter of the devil
Ain't it strange that I should mention that to you
I haven't thought of her in years
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
July, you're a woman
More than anyone I've ever known
I can't hold it on the road
When you're sitting right beside me
And I'm drunk out of my mind
Merely from the fact that you are here
And I have not been known
As the Saint of San Joaquin
And I'd just as soon right now
Pull on over to the side of the road
And show you what I mean
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
July, you're a woman
More than anyone I've ever known
July, you're a woman
More than anyone I've ever known
More than anyone I've ever known
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Oh it’s time to tell the children
That it’s not about the war
It’s not about the winning
It’s not about the score
It’s time to tell the children
It’s not about the rings
We put upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
And it’s time to tell the children
That it’s not about the gold
It’s not about the money
Things that are bought and sold
It’s time to tell the children
They don’t mean a thing
Like the rings upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
And it’s time to tell the children
That it’s not about the plan
To see who is the richest
Or the baddest in the land
It’s time to tell the children
The birds upon the wing
Would never give their power
To the man who would be king
Never give their power
To the man who would be king
Don’t you realize
When you see the clues
Right before your eyes
On the evening news
Don’t you realize
That the children know
What the children see
Is where the children go
And it’s time to tell the children
That it is about the heart
It is about the people
In this world we are a part
It is about forgiving
Those who stole the rings
To put upon the fingers
Of the man who would be king
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9. |
You Ride The Wild Horses
05:01
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Well I drove across this nation
Only yesterday
There was no one at the station
Just swipe your card and pay
And all the funky hangs and juke joints
In their smoke and neon haze
Fade away like penny postcards
From the roads of your younger days
And you ride the wild horses
Out into the sun
Oh you ride the big dream horses
Beyond the madness and the guns
I will tell Maria
To wait for you no more
‘Cause you ride the wild horses
Like you’ve never done before
I remember Mister Juarez
And the dollar on his wall
And the old men telling stories
How she busted out her stall
Now there’s just a broken trailer
And the traces of her name
In the rust and painted letters
Oh Sweetheart On Parade
I will tell Maria
All the candles on her floor
You ride the wild horses
You ride the wild
From the New York City concrete
To the great Montana sky
To the silver blue Pacific
We are dreamers in disguise
Oh and when my race is over
Says the oldest living son
I’m gonna find that old campaigner
We’re gonna run run run
And we’ll ride the wild horses
You ride the wild horses
You ride the wild horses
Out into the sun
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Every time I see that Greyhound bus go rolling down the line
Makes me wish I talked much more to you when we had all that time
Still it's only wishing and I know it's nothing more
So I'm never going back
Never going back
Never going back to Nashville anymore
Oklahoma City yes I know that she won't treat me cruel
Denver Colorado never made me feel like such a fool
These are only cities
But they're cities without you
So I'm never going back
Never going back
Never going back to Nashville anymore
Still it's only wishing and I know it's nothing more
So I'm never going back
Never going back
Never going back to Nashville anymore
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11. |
Daydream Believer
02:52
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If I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings
The six o'clock alarm would never ring
But it rings and I rise
Rub the sleep out of my eyes
Shaving razor's old and it stings
But cheer up, sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen
You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed
Now you know how funky I can be
And our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend
But how much baby do we really need
So cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen
Cheer up sleepy Jean
Oh what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen
A homecoming queen
A homecoming queen
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Dave Crossland Los Angeles, California
Dave Crossland and his hard-loved '49 Gibson J-45 are based in LA. No Depression gave Mother Country a “Los Angeles Best of 2014” and the Boston Herald gave his "Pearl" CD a top-10 album spot with Springsteen and Neko Case. Well-seasoned on the indie circuit, Crossland has supported / shared stages with Shawn Colvin, John Waite, Kenny Loggins, Lindsey Buckingham, Rosanne Cash, America, and more... ... more
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