Lyrics from Other Releases

Lyrics here are from songs that have been released on compilations, b-sides, live cd's, collections or other locations.

There is also a page for lyrics to
songs which been performed live but never released.


Highway Kind

from POET: A Tribute to Townes Van Zandt
(Townes Van Zandt)

My days they are the highway kind
They only come to leave
But the leavin' I don't mind
It's the comin' that I crave
Pour the sun upon the ground
Stand to throw a shadow
watch it grow into a night
and fill a spinnin' sky.

Time among the pine trees
It felt like breath of air
usually I just walk these streets
and tell myself to care
sometimes I believe me
sometimes I don't hear
sometimes the shape I'm in
Won't let me go.

I don't know too much for true
but my heart knows how to pound
my legs know how to love someone
my voice knows how to sound
shame that it's not enough
shame that it is a shame
follow the circle down
where would you be

You're the only one I want
and I've never heard your name
Let's hope we meet someday
if we don't it's all the same
I'll meet the ones between us
be thinkin' 'bout you
all the places I have seen
and why you were not there.


Captain Kidd
(Traditional: Arranged by Michael and Margo Timmins)


My name was Captain Kidd, when I sailed, when I sailed.
My name was Captain Kidd, when I sailed, when I sailed.
And so wickedly I did, God's laws I did forbid.

I roamed from sound to sound, and many ships I've found.
I roamed from sound to sound, and many ships I've found.
And that night I saw ....

I murdered William Moore and I laid him in his gore.
I murdered William Moore and I laid him in his gore.
And this I did to him, A-many leagues from shore

Farewell to young and old, the jolly sea
Farewell to young and old, the jolly sea even more
and welcome to my ...
and the open ... door

Farewell to London town and the pretty girls around.
Farewell to London town and the pretty girls around.
My friends have all vanished, in the garden can be found.

Farewell, for I must die, I must die, I must die
Farewell, for I must die, I must die, I must die
and in my own misery I must lie, I must lie
I must lie, must lie, must lie, must lie


Lost My Driving Wheel
from Studio and Born to Choose
(David Wiffen)

Just came up on the midnight special
Hey, how about that
My car broke down in Texas
she stopped dead in her tracks.
Just called to tell you that I need you,
Just called to tell you how I feel.

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.

They took my money on the night train north,
what a terrible thing.
I gave my promise that I will be there with you,
by saturday night.
I want to tell you that I need you,
I need to tell you how I feel.

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.

You can't say much in a phone call, baby
You know how it is.
I have to tell you one sure thing,
won't you listen to this.
I want to tell you that I love you, baby,
I want to tell you just how I feel.

I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.
Some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.
I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel.

 


Ooh Las Vegas
from the Return of the Grievous Angel Tribute CD
(Gram Parsons and Rick Grech)

Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.
Every time I hit your crystal city
You know you're going to make a wreck out of me.

Well, the first time I lose I drink whiskey.
The second time I lose I drink gin.
The third time I lose I drink anything
Cause I think I'm going to win.

Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.
Every time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me.

Well, the queen of spades is a friend of mine,
The queen of hearts is a bitch.
Some day when I clean up my mind
I'll find out which is which.

Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.
Every time I hit your crystal city
You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me.

(Guitar solo)

Well I spend all night with a dealer
trying to get ahead.
Spend all day at the Holiday Inn
trying to get out of bed.

Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.
Ooh, Las Vegas, ain't no place for a poor girl like me.


Hot Burrito #1

Taken from the CD 'Live'
(Gram Parsons & Christopher Ethridge)

You may be sweet and nice
but that won't keep you warm at night
'cause I'm the one who showed you how
to do the things you're doing now
She may feel all your charms
You may hold her in your arms
but I'm the one who let you in
I was right beside you then.

Once upon a time you let me feel you deep inside
and nobody knew and nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried?
You’re my toy, you’re my sweet boy
and I don't want no one but you to love me
No, I wouldn't lie
I know you’re not that kind of guy.

You let me feel you deep inside
And nobody knew and nobody saw
Do you remember the way you cried?
You’re my toy, you’re my sweet boy
and I don’t want no one but you to love me
No, I wouldn’t lie
I know you’re not that kind of guy.


Bad Boy
Unlabeled Track #10 on 200 More Miles
(Larry Williams)

A bad little boy
moved into the neighborhood.
He don't do nothing right
just sits around and looks so good.
He don't want to go to school
to learn to read and write.
Just sits around the house and listens
to those records all night.
Well he put thumb tacks on teacher's chair
put chewing gum in little girl's hair
Now Junior behave yourself.

He buys every rock and roll book
on the magazine stand.
Every dime he gets he’s
off to the jukebox man.
He worries that teacher
till at night she's aready to poop
From rocking and a rolling
spinning in a hula-hoop
Well his rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now Junior behave yourself.

Gonna tell your mamma
you'd better do what she said.
Get to the barber shop
and get that hair cut off your head.
You took the canary
and fed it to the neighbor's cat .
You have the cocker spaniel
a hot tub like the one you had.
Well your mamma said it's gotta stop
Junior's head is hard as a rock
Now, Junior behave yourself.



Tired Eyes
from Out of the Blue: An Acoustic Tribute to Neil Young
(Neil Young)

Well, he shot four men in a cocaine deal
and he left them lying in an open field,
full of old cars with bullet holes in the mirrors
he tried to do his best but he could not.

Please take my advice, please take my advice,
open up your tired eyes, open up your tired eyes.

Well, it wasn't supposed to go down that way.
But they burned his brother,
They left him lying in the driveway.
They let him down with nothing,
he tried to do his best but he could not.

Please take my advice, please take my advice,
Open up your tired eyes, open up your tired eyes.

Well, tell me more, tell me more, tell me more.
I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser?
He was a friend of yours, what do you mean,
he had bullet holes in his mirrors.
He tried to do his best but he could not.

Please take my advice, please take my advice,
Open up your tired eyes, open up your tired eyes.


Dead Flowers
(Mick Jagger and Keith Richards)

When you're sitting there
in your silk upholstered chair
talking to some rich folk that you know,
I hope you don't see me in my ragged company
You know I could never be alone.

Take me down little Suzie, take me down.
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
and you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail
Send me dead flowers at my wedding
and I won't forget to put roses on your grave.

Well, when you're sitting back
in your rose pink Cadillac
making bets on Kentucky Derby Day,
I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
and another boy to keep my blues away.

Take me down little Suzie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
and you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
and I won't forget to put roses on your grave.

Take me down little Suzie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
and you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
and I won't forget to put roses on your grave.


Ritual
Theme from the Canadian TV show Liberty Street
(Michael Timmins)

Today's the day that the world becomes my oyster.
Today's the day that I've set aside
to find a place in the new sunshine
Today's the day I start using my voice, sir.

Today's the day that I crack that shell
and probe it for a pearl or two.
Today's the day, 'cause that's my choice sir.


Coast of Peru/Whalers

Available on the 2003 release In the Time before Llamas
(Traditional )

First performed live n 1989 or earlier, usually as an introduction to Mariner's Song.

Come all ye old whalers who rounded the horn,
Come all ye brave sailors who've weathered the storm,
The Captain has told us, and we hope he says true,
There's plenty of whaling off the Coast of Peru.

It was early in the morning, just as the sun rose,
The man in the full mast, he yells 'there she blows'.
'Where away?', cries the Captain,
Where away does she lay?',
Three points to the eastward, and not a mile away.

 


In the Long Run
From the CD Single A Common Disaster
(Brodie Lodge of the Corndogs)

She writes him a letter to see how he's doing.
She's stopped up for words on a pen she keeps chewing.
The light from the window blows through her graying hair.
The pen on the page is the proof that she still does care.
'Cause in the long run the story's told,
and in the long run the young grow very, very old.

He sits in the park in the dark by his favorite tree.
His mind is all lost in a haze of how things used to be.
She carried him so far but then had to let him go.
He wanted one more chance at least to let her know.
'Cause in the long run the heat grows cold,
and in the long run the young grow very, very old.

He doesn't do much now, just sits by the window light.
His hair is so long and his unshaven face so white.
His heart feels a part of the breeze that is blowing outside.
His eyes now see magic around him at most times.
'Cause in the long run the story's told,
and in the long run the young grow very, very old.

She walks in the morning, it's best before seven.
It's that time of day that seems closest to heaven.
She finds herself dancing and singing songs out loud.
Songs from her childhood that suddenly come around.
'Cause in the long run the farm gets sold,
and in the long run the young grow very, very old.

He's ready to go now, he's done with his living.
He's gone where he's going, he gave what he's giving.
A thousand and one times he sat before dinner.
A thousand and two times their lives growing thinner.
'Cause in the long run the story's told,
and in the long run the young grow very, very old.


Carmelita
From CD Single Angel Mine and Maple Music One
(Fred J. Eaglesmith)

Down along the railroad track
I ran into my old friend Jack.
He was dressed in his Sunday best
but his face was red and his eyes were dead.
He said I lost Marina
and the last place that I'd seen her
she was making off
with my best friend.
I took him to the water.
I spent fifty dollars
on something that would take him to the moon.
Well he must have gone to heaven
cause just before I left him
I tried to wake him up
but he would not move.
So come on Carmelita,
you drunk too much
and I can see that
soon you're gonna need a breath of air.
We'll dance across the wheat fields
There's a place I know just east of here
It wouldn't take too long to drive out there.
We'll sleep out on the ground
and in the morning when we wake up
we'll leave town.
And I picked my last tobacco leaf
Soaking wet up to my knees
out there before the sun was on the rise.
You can have a drink of water
but don't you look at my daughter
or I'll come down there and cut you with this knife.
So come on Carmelita
You drunk too much
and I can see that
soon you're gonna need a breath of air.
We'll dance across the wheat fields
There's a place I know just east of here
It wouldn't take too long to drive out there.
We'll sleep out on the ground
and in the morning when we wake up
we'll leave town.
There ain't any flack, man
but if you are a black man
they'll put you on a plane
back from where you're from.
We'll sleep out on the ground
and in the morning when we wake up
we'll leave town.


The Way I Feel
From Beautiful: A Tribute To Gordon Lightfoot
(Gordon Lightfoot)

The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
A tall oak tree alone and cryin'
When her birds have flown and the nest is bare
Now a woman lord is like a young bird
And the tall oak tree is like a young man's heart
Among his boughs you will find her nesting
When the nights are cool she's warm and dry

Your coat of green will protect her
Her wings will grow your love will too
But all too soon your mighty branches
Will cease to hold her she'll fly from you

If I'd wings to fly
I'd follow you
If you'd wait for me
I'd fly away
I'd fly away


Don't Need You
From POR VIDA: A Tribute to the songs of Alejandro Escovedo
(Alejandro Escovedo)


There's Heaven, then there's somewhere else
And those that fall between
the cracks and land upon their feet
With the rhythm of the King
But most they sway from side to side
Just to keep the story lit
and guide the rest across the rooms
the borders and the lines

I don't need you
Like you don't need me

Someone can wish you everything
Then take all that he gives
And tie a rope around the neck
of the promises he gave
The time he takes to twist his lies
Just to keep his story lit
And you wish you would have bit your lip
then followed him to sleep

I don't need you
Like you don't need me

There's Heaven, then there's somewhere else
And those that fall between
The cracks and land upon their feet
With the rhythm of the King
Me, I sway from side to side
Just to keep this story lit
And hold your hand across the rooms,
the borders and the lines

I don't need you
Like you don't need me
You don't need me


Let Me Call You Sweetheart
From the soundtrack to The Sadness of Sex
(Beth Slater & Leo Freidman)

Let me call you sweetheart
I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper
That you love me too.
Keep the love light burning
In your eyes so true.
Let me call you sweetheart
I'm in love with you.

Let me call you sweetheart
I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper
That you love me too.
Keep the love light burning
In your eyes so true.
Let me call you sweetheart
I'm in love with you.



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Last update: June 18, 2005
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