Old Dogs

Words and music by Bill Staines
Copyright 2006 by Mineral River Music BMI

Old dogs lie beside the door, they toss and turn and scratch and snore,
They fight again their puppy wars of playful battles raging.
Old dogs lie alone at night, they tuck their tails, they curl up tight,
They howl when moons are full and bright and recall when they were lovers.
Old dogs have a song to sing, old dogs like most everything,
They care not what the weather brings, except when it is thunder.

Old dogs look you in the eye, they hold your heart, they never lie,
They bark at planes up in the sky and wish that they were fliers.
Old dogs dream about the past when they frolicked fields of golden grass,
And chased the icy winter's blast, to lie by home fires burning.
Old dogs wander off alone but old dogs know the way back home,
The slightest scent, the buried bone, the hunter home returning.

Old dogs come and old dogs go, old dogs always seem to know,
That love is life's most precious flow and love is worth the waiting.
And when their time on earth is through, old dogs are forever true,
And ‘round the bend they wait for you come some tomorrow morning.
And when their time on earth is through, old dogs are forever true,
And ‘round the bend they wait for you come some tomorrow morning.

 

Great Dream From Heaven

Traditional / Joseph Spence
Additional lyrics by Bill Staines

I had a great dream from heaven last night.
The angels in heaven were calling me home.
Thank God I can sing a song of His love,
For I know someday I'll be singing above.

When mother and father forsake me I know,
The angels in heaven are calling me home.
Thank God I can sing a song of His love,
For I know someday I'll be singing above.

Chorus -
Glory to he who has saved us from sin,
Glory to he who has kept me within.
Thank God I can sing a song of His love,
For I know someday I'll be singing above.

When trials and troubles surround me, I know,
My voice will ring out through this world as I go,
Then angels will carry me off on the wind,
And a choir in heaven will welcome me in.

Chorus -
Glory to he who has saved us from sin,
Glory to he who has kept me within.
Thank God I can sing a song of His love,
For I know someday I'll be singing above.

 

Sweet Wyoming Home

Words and Music by Bill Staines
Copyright Mineral River Music BMI

There's a silence on the prairie that a man can't help but feel,
There's a shadow growing longer now, nipping at my heels,
And I know that soon that old four lane that runs beneath my wheels,
Will take me home to my sweet Wyoming home.

I headed down the road last summer with a few old friends of mine,
And they all hit the money, lord, I didn't make a dime.
The entrance fees they took my dough, the traveling took my time,
Now I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.

Chorus –
Watch the moon smiling in the sky,
Hum a tune, a prairie lullaby,
A peaceful wind, an old coyote's cry,
A song of home, my sweet Wyoming home.

The rounders, they all wish you luck when they know you're in a jam,
But your money's riding on the bull and he don't give a damn.

There are the shows in all the cities, but cities turn your heart to clay,
It takes all a man can muster just to try and get away.
Now the songs I'm used to hearing ain't the kind the jukebox plays
So I'm headed home to my sweet Wyoming home.

Chorus
Watch the moon.....

Now I've always loved the riding, there ain't nothing quite the same,
And another year may bring the luck, the winning of the game,
But there's a magpie on a fence rail and he's calling out my name,
And he calls me home to my sweet Wyoming home.

Chorus
Watch the moon.....

 

Uncle Sam

Words and Music by Norman Blake
Copyright Nannor Music BMI

Mississippi morning, sun shining down,
Somewhere around Kosciusko town,
Cocaine horse rode in on the wind,
He slept last night at the table again.

Chorus -
Who's that yonder waving his hand,
Calling out the orders to the town square band,
Playing all the music, fine and grand,
Let me tell you good people it's my Uncle Sam.

He had no friends, he had no wife,
Snow white cocaine had ruined his life.
A silver cornet was his only friend,
On Saturdays, in the town square band.

Chorus
Who's that yonder.....

Mississippi morning, sun shining down,
Somewhere around Kosciusko town,
The old town band won't be playing again,
But listen close to the evening wind.

Chorus
Who's that yonder.....

 

Savannah

Words and Music by Bill Staines
Copyright 2007 by Mineral River Music BMI

Savannah, sing your song for me, that lazy tune in the live oak trees,
In my heart you will always be a sunny, southern girl.
I watch your river slip away, "Come follow me." it seems to say.
Like Mercer's “Moon” on a magic day, we'll be off to see the world.

I can hear your Sunday steeple bells ring out the tunes that I know so well,
Hear the voices rise and the praises swell ‘neath a neon, “Jesus Saves.”
Beneath your blue and endless skies, the seabirds call and the time slips by,
The shrimp boats leave on the morning tide and roll out across the waves.

Chorus -
I was told that sometime way back when,
With your beauty bold and your pride unbent,
You were given as a present to a president,
While the war around you swirled.
Savanna, sing your song for me,
That lazy tune in the live oak trees,
You're older now but you'll always be,
That sunny, southern, girl

Along your quaint and quiet streets, ‘neath silver moss, the lovers meet,
On flowered paths by the jasmine sweet, they step out across the squares.
Magnolias shade the old Café, from the burning sun at the height of day,
I've been gone so long, now I'm on my way to Savannah, ever fair.

Chorus -
I was told.....

 

Cotten Pickin'


( Freight Train / Oh Babe It Ain't No Lie )
Freight Train Words and Music by Elizabeth Cotten, Paul James, and Frederick Williams
Copyright by Piccadilly Music Corporation and Sony/ATV Song LLC BMI
Oh Babe It Ain't No Lie Words and Music by Elizabeth Cotten
Copyright by Vastopol Music BMI

Freight Train...Instrumental

Chorus -
Oh babe, It ain't no lie, Oh babe, it ain't no lie
Oh babe, it ain't no lie, This life I'm living is mighty high.

There is a woman, lord, in this old town, she keeps telling her lies on me.
How I wish that that old woman would die and stop telling her lies on me.

Chorus -
Oh babe.....

Been all around this old whole wide world and I just got back today.
Work all the week and give my money to you, baby, what more can I say.

Chorus -
Oh, babe.....

Been down so long, well, it looks like up to me, but nobody seems to care.
I'm sitting here thinking that if trouble were money, then I'd be a millionaire.

Chorus -
Oh babe.....

 

Once We Walked

Words and Music by Bill Staines
Copyright 2006 by Mineral River Music BMI

Once we walked along rushing waters,
Finding ourselves along winding streams,
Blessed by the moments that time had brought us,
Lost in the living and drenched in dreams.

Beneath the mountains, there we wandered,
Red orange monuments spiraling high,
We traveled the trails as the day was borning,
Watching the hawks as they climbed to the sky.

Chorus -
And as those days were passing on, we came to bind our lives,
With times to come and places gone, and sails beneath the skies.

The mountains we once walked together,
Are now the strengths that we stand upon,
The earth, fire, and lightning, the storms and good weather,
Have shown us the ways from the dark to the dawn.

Chorus -
So now we sit, amazed at how the years fly by anew,
And how, together, hand in hand, we've come to see them through.

Once we walked along rushing waters,
Higher than heavens on canyon paths,
Now all of the lessons that time has taught us,
We hold to the heart as we love to the last.

Chorus -
And so we sit...

 

That's My Song

Words and Music by Barbara and George Tomsco
Copyright Dundee Music BMI

It's been a long life, I've done a whole lot of working,
Had some hard times, but I'm always learning,
It's been a good life, but I've still got this yearning
That's my song, that's my song. That's my song, that's my song.

It makes me wonder and I don't think I'm mistaken,
Getting tired now, too much time I've wasted waiting,
All alone now, got no friends and no relations,
That's my song, that's my song. That's my song, that's my song.

I wish I knew who I was and where I'm going,
Tried my best now, but I ain't never made my showing,
But when I hear that lonesome freight train's whistle blowing,
That's my song, that's my song. That's my song, that's my song

It's been a long life, done a whole lot of working,
Had some hard times, but I'm always learning,
It's been a good life, but I've still got this yearning,
That's my song, that's my song. That's my song, that's my song.

 

Cody

Words and Music by John Stewart
Copyright Little A Music and Unichappell Music Inc BMI

Cody sang for me, a song about the great Montana skies
Cody sang for me, and I could see Montana in his eyes
And I could see Montana, and I could see Montana
And I could see Montana in his eyes

Cody's hair is long and dirty as the rivers of LA
Cody's mind is gone, you never know just what he's going to say
You never knew just what he's going to say

Chorus -
See him fall out on the road, now won't you go and help him on his way
See him fall out on the road, the forgotten son of some old yesterday
The forgotten son of some old yesterday.

Cody starts to tell of how he led the music to the sea
Cody starts to yell and he waves his gnarled hand to follow me
And he waves his gnarled hand to follow me

Chorus -
He's been living for so long, now Cody's begging please take me away
He's been living for so long, the forgotten son of some old yesterday,
The forgotten son of some old yesterday

Cody sang to me, a song about the great Montana skies
Cody sang to me and I could see Montana in his eyes
And I could see Montana, and I could see Montana,
And I could see Montana in his eyes.

 

Lone Star Hotel Café

Words and Music by Guy Clark
Copyright World Song Publishing Inc/Warner Chappell Music, Inc ASCAP

The Old Lone Star Hotel Café was no more than a dive,
And Florence Smith showed up there, lord, every day at five.
Florence was a waitress, did I mention that before?
Selling beers to strangers, and some she'd seen before.

Chorus -
Florence used to ride a little Apaloosa mare,
In the barrel race, at the rodeo, with all that beehive hair.
You could see her pictures over where you paid your checks,
Didn't she look good back in nineteen fifty-six?

I was loving Florence and she was ignoring me.
Florence had experience, it was the first time out for me.
But when I tried to tell her, the only words I found,
Were “Give me greasy enchiladas and a beer to was them down.”

Chorus -
Florence quit the Lone Star Hotel and never was seen again,
And me, I quit south Texas and I ain't been back since then.
But that was many years ago, so many that I can't recall,
But I remember Florence, and her pictures on the wall

So, here's to you south Texas, you old rodeo queen.
How I miss your beer joints and your shuffleboard machines.
Here's to you south Texas, how I miss the smell,
Of greasy enchiladas, at the Old Lone Star Hotel.

 

Mama Lou

Words and Music by Larry Murray
Copyright EMI Unart Catalog Inc and Prodigal Son Music BMI

Night time often finds me down at B Street and Third,
In a tavern better known as Eddie and Flo's “Golden Bird.”
There an old gold toothed lady with a big bamboo fan,
She plays her piano and sings with an old Cajun band.

Chorus -
Sing the blues, ooh de oh oohs,
Where are your shoes, Mama Lou, Mama Lou?
In the bayous they named you, a hard life has claimed you,
Not a good man is gonna tame you.
Sing the blues, sing the blues, Mama Lou.

In the midnight hour at the old Golden Bird,
Mama Lou sings the blues like a prophet who's lived every word.
Smothered in blue lights and lost in her rhyme,
Mama Lou, Mama Lou, will sing you the blues for a dime.

Chorus -
Sing the blues.........

Night time often finds me down at B Street and Third
In a tavern better known as Eddie and Flo's "Golden Bird."
There an old gold toothed lady with a big bamboo fan,
She plays her piano, and sings with an old Cajun band.

Chorus -

 

The Heavens And The Years

Words and Music by Bill Staines
Copyright 2007 by Mineral River Music BMI

There's a star shine fading slowly and a lightening of the sky,
There's a morning in the making and a moment on the fly,
When that first bird comes a-callin' just to sing away your fears,
Then you know the world is turning through the heavens and the years.

When the peepers in the lowlands clamor out their joyful din,
When there's a burning in your blood and you can feel it deep within,
When the clouds sail by above you, silent ships from far and near,
Then you know the world is turning through the heavens and the years.

Chorus -
When a memory settles on you like an old time whisper,
Lying soft and low upon your soul
It reminds you of a time when things were so much simpler,
Well isn't that the way that memories go?

All across the dancing seasons, you have watched your children grow,
Now the days fly by like arrows, fast and fleeting from the bow.
Through the choices and the changes, through the trials and the tears,
You can feel the world a-turning through the heavens and the years.

Now with the leaving of the winter, and the coming of the spring,
I will greet each magic morning and be glad for what it brings.
And when the snow flees from the meadows and the new green grass appears,
I will feel the world a-turning through the heavens and the years.

Now when the snow flees from the meadows and the new green grass appears,
I will feel the world a-turning through the heavens and the years.

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