Lyrics

’41
(© 2002 Mr Jones)

I’m lookin‘ at that picture
Taken back in fourty-one
I wonder where the hell you’ve come from
I wonder where the hell you’ve gone

I’m lookin‘ at that picture
Bring back tales from that old time
A night of love in late November
All other facts ain’t worth a dime

I’m lookin‘ at that picture
Steel rails hummin‘ in my ear
I see you sittin‘ by the fire
Day and night they disappear

I keep lookin‘ at that picture
So many things I’d like to know
But they don’t matter any longer
I guess I’ve found ‚em anyhow

I keep lookin‘ at that picture
No reproach in me I guess
Maybe I just made my peace with you
I ain’t accusin‘ you of theft

I keep lookin‘ at that picture
First time you really die for me
Maybe I should start to miss you
At least now I know where you’ll be

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ALLEY OF DREAMS
(© 2000 Mr Jones)

Sun smiling down from a clear blue sky
Birds sittin‘ in a tree
Seven fair girls and three happy guys
The one on the right could be me

Mother and father the whole family
Holdin‘ each others hand
Wheat fields wavin‘ in the yellow sunlight
Hearts hovering over the land

Chorus
But you can’t hear the screams
In this alley of dreams
You can’t hear the screams
In this alley of dreams
You can’t hear the screams
In this alley of dreams
You can’t hear the screams
In this alley of dreams

You hardly find black just clear light colors
The whole world looks so bright
People spreading their love all over
Even in the darkest night

The grass still green and the sky still blue
Folks walking side by side
And everywhere you go you find a helping hand
No matter if you’re black or white

Chorus

Tell me where to go
Teach me what to do
How can things be changed
When will it be true
Tell me where it is
Teach me how to fly
And how can you still see
The sunshine in the sky

The snow’s pure white and the water clear
The geese fly high and free
Horses run wild on an endless plain
That’s where I wanted to be

Butterflies yellow and butterflies blue
On flowers alongside the road
Everybody’s got a smile on his face
And noone feels lost like Tom Joad

Chorus

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AUTUMN WIND
(© 1995 Mr Jones)

The leaves are falling in the autumn wind
The leaves are falling in the autumn wind
The leaves are falling in the autumn wind
The leaves are falling in the autumn wind

The snow comes falling from the winter skies
The snow comes falling from the winter skies
The snow comes falling from the winter skies
The snow comes falling from the winter skies

I have to leave my love in the wintertime
I have to leave my love in the wintertime
I have to leave my love in the wintertime
I have to leave my love in the wintertime

The tears are falling from my true love’s eyes
The tears are falling from my true love’s eyes
The tears are falling from my true love’s eyes
The tears are falling from my true love’s eyes

The sun comes up in the springtime morning
The sun comes up early springtime morn‘
The sun comes up in the springtime morning
The sun comes up early springtime morn‘

I’ll be back again hold my true love tight
I’ll be back again hold my true love tight
I’ll be back again hold my true love tight
I’ll be back again hold my true love tight

The sun is burning down from the summer skies
The sun is burning down from the summer skies
The sun is burning down from the summer skies
The sun is burning down from the summer skies

Repeat 1st verse

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BACK HOME AGAIN (aka LONGING IN MY HEART)
(© 1997 Mr Jones)

I have to go out on the road my tour it starts today
I have to earn some money there are many bills to pay
I know for sure that when I’m gone I’ll feel so all-alone
And I’m always longing in my heart
For the day I’ll come back home

I drive in an old borrowed van and hope it won’t break down
Hope that I can use it for going from town to town
And though I’m tryin’ to please myself with sunshine snow or rain
I’m always longing for the day
I’ll be coming home again

I open the motel room door and make a step inside
I feel so sad and lonely that I wanna try to hide
My guitar is my only friend I take it in my arm
But all the songs I try to sing
They tell of pain and harm

The show it starts at nine o’clock I try to do my best
And afterwards I go to bed and try to get some rest
But I can’t sleep I’m thinkin’ and I’m tryin’ to ease the pain
I’m always longing for the day
I’ll be coming home again

One day I’ll be back home again and there I’m goin’ to stay
And for no money in this world I’d ever go away
But in my memory I can hear the ringing of a tone
That I’m always longing in my heart
For the day I’ll come back home
I’m always longing in my heart
For the day I’ll come back home

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COLORADO
(© 1999 Mr Jones)

Grew up in Corpus Christi there I spent my life
I met young Nancy she became my wife
We raised three children one just turned forty-five

Chorus
One day I’ll ride the cold wind up to Colorado
One day I’ll ride the cold wind up to Colorado

Lost my job in nineteen sixty eight
My kids were starving and I was afraid
Got me another job that just barely paid

Chorus

Five years later yes I saw some snow
I longed for more of that but I could not go
Up the mountains where trees don’t grow no more

Chorus

The eighties went too fast now I’m all alone
The gusty winds they hit me to the bone
My beating heart must now have turned to stone

Chorus

Now I’m old and I’m waiting for to die
Please teach my ashes how they’re gonna fly
Then a wind will come and carry me up high

And I’ll ride the cold wind up to Colorado
Yes I’ll ride the cold wind up to Colorado
Yes I’ll ride the cold wind up to Colorado

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DARK NIGHT IN OKLAHOMA
(© 1995 Mr Jones)

It was in Oklahoma City not very long ago
An awful crime did happen to you I will show
Killers put about 1000 pounds of dynamite
In a car there standing on the street but now you’ll feel despite

A detonation that was heard about 50 miles away
Burnt parking cars and broke the glass and blew this house away
200 dead 400 hurt with wounds like in a war
The comfort to stand this pain you won’t find in your jar

The president and the police they guess who commits such an awful crime
They swear to find the killers soon in a short lasting time
Justice will be done to them very fast and sure
But everybody now can see we’re always insecure

What does this help to the people who’ve drawn their last breath
And what does this help to us when we’re face to face with death
So kneel down and pray for those who’ve died and ask the Lord
That from those terrorists he quickly takes away the sword

Bomb specialists and dogs around can not avoid such an awful crime
You have to face that in this world your life ain’t worth a dime
Pray to the Lord that he will make your life lasting long
And if you cannot pray at all come here and sing this song

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FOR REN
(© 2011 Christiane Veith, Mr Jones)

When we met we talked the whole night
‚Bout what music means to us
I remember every word that you said
It lead to writing this song

Chorus
Now I can take out this wonderful instrument
And play you a song with this handmade guitar
And all can join in
From your Bozeman Montana to my Bavarian home

Bein‘ a tinker after growin‘ up poor
You built furniture surfboards and such
After Uncle Sam’s call to the East
Your interests didn’t change much

Chorus

No matter if metal or wood
Your work is accurate and just
California Colorado Montana
And always more laughter than must

Now you travel to find the best wood
And refine all the tools for your job
After mandolins banjos and all
You got your ultimate call

Chorus

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GOOD ENOUGH
(© 2000 Mr Jones)

Chorus
There’s one thing I’d like to understand
No matter what I hold in my hand
There’s one thing I just can’t see
Why it ain’t good good enough for me

Give me back my childhood freedom
It didn’t mean that much to me back then
Give me peace and courage for to wander
Where I really long to be

Chorus

All my life the things that I long for
Seem to be completely out of reach
Looks like the others all get what they want to
So there’s nothing left for me

Every time I see you sad and lonely
A thought comes tumblin‘ to my mind
You’re just like me we’ve got the same trouble
In the days we leave behind

Chorus

Chorus

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GOODNIGHT BABY
(© 1994 Mr Jones)

Goodnight Baby good night
Sleep ‚til the morning light
Goodnight Baby good night
Sleep ‚til the morning light

Sleep in my lovin‘ arm
It keeps you sheltered and warm
Sleep in my lovin‘ arm
It keeps you sheltered and warm

Sleep there for your whole life
You’ll always be my wife
Sleep there for your whole life
You’ll always be my wife

I’ll be there for you
Whatever you’re gonna do
I’ll be there for you
Whatever you’re gonna do

Repeat 1st verse

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HE WON’T HEAR MY SONG TODAY
(© 1997 Mr Jones)

Chorus
The old oak tree is lying down
The leaves are blown away
Many times I talked to him
But he won’t hear my song today

Sorrow and pain ran deep in your vein
Deep furrows were cut in your bark
T’was really hard not to go insane
But finally they ripped up your heart

Chorus

I often listened to your songs
They tell stories oh so sad
Stories of love of rights and wrongs
And of your heart being treated bad

Chorus

Solitude seemed to be your delight
They dug out your roots and ignored your ode
No matter if rain or the sun shining bright
They made you hit the hard road

Chorus

Lonesome though hundreds were there each day
You sat there and hated to hear them say
All the best for your future all the best for you now
When you want to go on but you do not know how

Chorus

Seems you could not find it here on earth
The one thing you’ve been looking for
I hope that you find your peace of mind
Hope that your key will unlock the last door

Chorus

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HIDE AND SEEK
(© 2002 Mr Jones)

Thought I’ve seen you in thunder
I’ve seen you in rain
I’s sure you hold hands
With them people in chains
Get a hint of your presence
Whenever I fly
But I guess now it’s your turn to cry
But I guess now it’s your turn to cry

I began lookin‘ for you
Went to Florence and Rome
I’ve seen all their churches
Almost called them my home
I almost died tryin‘ to find you
No lie
But I guess now it’s your turn to cry
But I guess now it’s your turn to cry

All that’s done in the future
Is just later past
And nobody knows
How long it’s gonna last
But I can’t hold my tears
And I have to sigh
Though I know now it’s your turn to cry
Though I know now it’s your turn to cry

Don’t say things will get better
‚Cause I know they ain’t
I still don’t drink coffee
It won’t keep me awake
I won’t turn the other cheek
‚Cause I don’t know why
But I know now it’s your turn to cry
But I know now it’s your turn to cry

There’s a lack of tomorrows
If you do nothin‘ today
No matter what I do
Or whatever I say
Don’t play hide and seek
And don’t tell me no lie
Cause I’m sure now it’s your turn to cry
Cause I’m sure now it’s your turn to cry

I am drinkin‘ my whiskey
Instead of your wine
And I feel like drinkin’
Most of the time
Turn wine into water
And I could stay dry
Cause I’m sure now it’s your turn to cry
Cause I’m sure now it’s your turn to cry

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I AM A FOLKSINGER
(© 1995 Mr Jones)

I am a folksinger and I travel country roads
I sing my sad songs and I carry my heavy load
I start when sun comes up and travel all along
Now stay sit down and listen I’ll play till my hands blisten
I’m going to sing for you my song

I am a folksinger and I cover all the towns
I sing with children and play along with clowns
I travel all my life and have to sing my song
I won’t grow old this way but I’m only here today
I can’t decide if it’s right or wrong

Repeat 1st verse

I am a folksinger all the people gather ‚round
Maybe they love my song or just its lonesome sound
I have to make a living riding through the land
Some of you may think of me and some will take a drink on me
The day my name is carved in sand

Repeat 1st verse

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I HAVE TO GO
(© 1995 Mr Jones)

I have to go leave you alone I have to go tonight
I have to go leave you alone just put out the light

I’m weary now and I’d like to cry but I’m to shy to show you all my fears
I’m weary now and I’d like to cry but I’m to shy to show you all my tears

You’ve been so kind and you’ve clapped your hands but I have to go away
But this one I can tell you so very sure that I’ll be back someday

I have to go leave you alone I have to go tonight
I have to go leave you alone just put out the light

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I RECALL A WOMAN PUZZLE
(© 1999 Mr Jones, Martin Mueller)

Chorus
I recall a woman puzzle but the pieces don’t fit
I recall a woman puzzle think I’m gonna quit

So I’m gonna go on puzzling all day
Revealing the motif bit by bit
I’m gonna find me a seventh next
Might be I’ll never quit

Chorus

One had freckles all liked horses
One had a hooked nose one studied law
Three had blonde hair one had a wry tooth
None was vegetarian and one wore cowboy shoes

Chorus

All had two feet one was a girl scout
One was in therapy I think three should have been
Two were teachers one was a mother
For one I was the second one for one just one another

Chorus

Three called all the time one had a silly sister
Five built sandcastles two came like the flood
Two I lived with one saved her hide
One comitted suicide and one is still pride

Chorus

One admired Townes all hated country music
One knit me a shawl two lived on their father’s bucks
One cooked Chinese two had no car
Two were a frost the last one’s a fortune so far

Chorus

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JAMES MURRAY
(© 1997 Mr Jones)

It was not in 1884 but in 1995
When a British boxer aged 25 he lost his life
James Murray died in a hospital in Glasgow Sunday night
After being beaten by his opponent in a championship boxfight

Chorus
Yeah he died he died Sunday night he died
In a fucking bloody fight

30 seconds before the end of the twelfth round
His opponent not named here put him to the ground
The people they cried heavy started their own fist fight
‚Cause they got not much enough for their money that night

Chorus

Bottles too and chairs were flying through the air
With the unconscious boxer on a stretcher lyin‘ there
They carried him to the surgeons they removed a clot of blood
But repair James‘ damaged brain they could not

Chorus

Only one day later they said your son is dead
Give up all your hope now Mum and Dad
The young gardener has grown up in a miners‘ town
Tomorrow he will silently be buried to the ground

Chorus

The accident was followed by a many thousands‘ call
To prohibit the boxing sport before more men must fall
But still the fights are going on more boxers have to die
With damaged brains they have to lie and their mothers cry

Chorus

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JUST TO BE WITH YOU
(© 1998 Mr Jones)

If you were a fountain I’d still my thirst with you
If you were a desert I’d be a grain of sand
Just to be with you all the time

If you were a river I’d be a boat on you
If you were an ocean I’d be the salt in you
Just to be with you all the time

I’ll be there I’ll always be there

If you were a blue sky I’d be your shining sun
If you were a dark night I’d be the yellow moon
Just to be with you all the time

If you were a fountain I’d still my thirst with you
If you were a desert I’d be a grain of sand
Just to be with you all the time

I’ll be there I’ll always be there

Just to be with you all the time
Just to be with you all the time

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LADY LIKE A FLOWERCHILD
(© 1996 Mr Jones)

First time I saw you ‚twas in the springtime
You spread out your sprout and caught this heart of mine
I often hurt you and I hate what I’ve done
But your roots grew stronger our love had just begun

Chorus
Lady like a flowerchild
Come spread out your leaves and roots
And bloom away the wintry nights

Your dainty leaves they became stronger
In pastel colours they were longing for the sun
Deeper roots stronger sprout
In fine light colours your bloom it is so fair

Chorus

You should there forever stand
Not be hurt or even treated bad
Stay my little dainty flower
That I can protect and care for everyday

Chorus

Looks like a careful bloom at sunrise
Your words are tender growth and movement in the wind
Give me the strength to save us two
Not to be weaker than you small and tender plant

Chorus

Chorus

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LOVE AND POETRY
(© 2000 Mr Jones)

Chorus
The only reason I keep goin‘ on
Is maybe I can’t live all alone
The only reason I’m tryin‘ to be free
Is just because life keeps haunting me

I’d like to sing and play all night long
With just my guitar and a glass
Make my thoughts and my tears go straight to rhyme
Make up a song at last

I wish my thoughts were only worth a dime
That I might change things soon
Like the words of the homeless drunken man
That I heard this afternoon

Chorus

Every scratch in my guitar makes me cry
Reminds me of the world outside
I would die if I lost that lonesome sound
That’s why I’m tryin‘ to hide

Smell a flower and whistle a tune
Best things in life are free
Sorrow sometimes makes it all so clear
True love and poetry

Chorus

Chorus

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MY WAY
(© 1996 Mr Jones)

Chorus
I am standing at the crossroads don’t know which way to run
Every trail that I will go leads back where I’ve begun

My father told me years ago my son you’ll make your way
These words my old man said to me I remember any day

Chorus

So many things they come my way and want to tear me down
But I look forward walk straight on and try just not to drown

Chorus

Surely often I will choose the wrong way of the three
But one day at the wished place that’s where I’m a-gonna be

Chorus

I will fight for my ideas and hold my head up high
The name of my old father I never will deny

I am standing at the crossroads now I know which way to turn
I’ll go my way and won’t look back all bridges I will burn
Repeat

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NO HELLO NO GOODBYE
(© 2001 Mr Jones)

I love to watch them people riding on a train
I like to see them rushing through the city’s pounding rain
Try to sit right there beside them late night at the hotel bar
Or rush hour gives a perfect view when they’re sittin‘ in their car

Chorus
I know I know I know
I don’t know how they feel

Just looking in their faces not knowing who they are
Do they live around the corner do they travel far
Does a shining in their eyes mean that their days are bright and gay
Or do they hate their need for leaving and preferred a longer stay

Chorus

Papers books and cell phones seem to keep them in the race
But no hint of emotion can be seen on any face
No smile upon their lips no hello no goodbye
They cannot really use these notebooks they just have to try

Chorus

Try to catch a glimpse at a station on a plane
Try to find out where they’re headin’ or are they comin‘ home again
Think about them being married are their children all full-grown
Watch their lonesome forlorn action and find out on your own

Chorus 2
You know you know you know
You just don’t know how they feel

Chorus 2

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NO MORE SATURDAYS
(© 2019 Mr Jones)

Another Saturday morning I feel lonely once more
Doesn’t make sense to get up I don’t know what for
Where’s the girl from last night I thought she would stay
She was quite a challenge that’s the least I can say

Do the six Moscow Mules make my head ache
No matter what all I need is a break
My legs feel like rubber my throat it is sore
There’s one thing for sure I can’t do this no more

Chorus
I will not keep these habits don’t give a fuck what one says
I gotta give up this lifestyle no more Saturdays

Many people I know think it’s good as it is
All I know is that I don’t need more days like this
They say a Saturday morning is lovely and nice
I know I hate my guts I don’t have to think twice

To the café have breakfast and watch all passers-by
I see them busy and hustling see them low see them high
But am I really the watcher or do people watch me
They’ve seen me for years now how sad can it be

Chorus

It is the same breakfast same time and same place
The café and a bookstore rule my Saturday pace
I gotta go to the store takes two hours to skip through
All the new books since last week what else could I do

I think there might be some live music tonight
I know I can’t sleep alone on a Saturday night
I’ll give someone a call if nobody calls me
We’ll have red wine and music there’s a reason to be

Chorus 2
I guess I’ll keep these habits don’t give a fuck what one says
I just can’t give up this lifestyle for a few more Saturdays

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PATH THROUGH THE SEA
(© Fabrizio De Andre, Mr Jones)

Shadows of faces faces of a ship’s crew
Where do you come from where are you going to
From a place where you can see the naked moon
And night would put a knife to our throats too soon
Where only God is left to ride the donkey best
The devil’s in heaven built himself a nest
Let us leave the sea Andrea’ll dry our bones
At his fountain of pigeons house made of stone

Chorus
Let’s go then hey hey let’s go then hey hey let’s go then boys

And who’s gonna be in this house of stone
Cause Andrea’s place is not a sailor’s home
People from Lugano faces of dips
They are crazy for the sea wolf’s wing tips
Girls of decent heritage the smell of good
You can have a closer look without a hood

Chorus

And what will he have our empty bellies to feed
Something to drink something to eat
Combed fish white Portofino wine
Sheep’s brain cooked with the same kind
Lasagne with a sauce full of power
And roof rabbit pie sweet and sour

Chorus

On this ship of wine we will strand on rocks high
Emigrants of laughter with nails in our eye
‘Till the morning grows so we can catch it in
Brother of girls and brother of pink
Master of the rope rotten from salt and water
Who ties us and builds us a path through high water

Chorus 2x

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SET ME FREE
(© 1995 Mr Jones)

I’d like to fly to New York City rain cries just a little pity
I’d like to go to New Orleans in my old stonewashed blue jeans
Yes I’d like to go down south find some peace of mind
Yes I’d like to go down south with love all in my heart
And set me free

I’d like to go to Fort Worth Texas meet my old friend Townes Van Zandt
I’d like to live in Pennsylvania my days in Maine I’d like to spend
Yes I’d like to go up north and find some peace of mind
Yes I’d like to go up north with love all in my heart
And set me free

I want to go to the USA live there for evermore
I want to leave it all behind here in Germany
Yes I’d like to move away settle somewhere else
Yes I’d like to move away with love all in my heart
And set me free

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SLOW DOWN
(© 1999 Mr Jones)

Sometimes my life it rides just like a fast train
Sometimes my life it feels just like a grave
My life can be just like a lonesome highway
Or like a shore that got hit by a wave

One day I sit and think about the past
One day I sit and think about today
Good and bad things they always go too fast
And I hope that I will still be on my way

Chorus
Slow down if you can slow down if you can slow down if you can

The blood red moon hangs up there in the sky
The sun went down too fast like every day
Night will come with black moves all around
Hope that friendship still is there to stay

All day long I think about the future
Good and bad things still are there to come
Time it flies just like a broken arrow
And I don’t even know where I come from

Chorus

Lost my friend on a chilly winter’s day
Can’t believe that he is now all dead and gone
Hope that some of you friends stay here with me
Or else I’d be down here so all alone

Keep your eyes open and keep this thing in mind
When death man takes his toll it is too late
Do what you have to do as soon as you can
But be aware that you just cannot change your fate

Chorus

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SONG FOR OLL
(© 1997 Mr Jones)

I sing my songs of rambling of lovely girls and gambling
Of walking all around ‚til you’re buried in the ground
Sing songs ‚bout living my way ‚bout riding down the highway
And even if my songs are sad I’d like to say to you

Chorus
You can clap your hands Ol any time you want to
You can clap your hands Ol any time you like
You can clap your hands Ol any time you want to
You can clap your hands together all the night and all the day

My songs they tell a story of power and of glory
Of desperate men and workers in the fields
Dick Gaughan and Bob Dylan wrote songs ‚bout love and killing
But this here special song I only wrote for you

So that
Chorus

May your times be funny and may your days be sunny
Every place you’re goin‘ to may God be on your way
Just be this merry fellow act crazy don’t act mellow
Hold your head up high and care for what I say

Chorus

Yes
Chorus

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SUNRISE
(© 1997 Mr Jones)

Chorus
Let the sun rise up the Eastern sky
Let the sunshine in the morning hit my eye
And one day when I will see it I will cry
Hope that this will be before I’ll die

I ask the Lord to tell me why I cannot see the sun up high
Why do I feel so all alone why must I have a heart of stone

Chorus

My job means anything to me that is why I can’t be free
Fear that my life will end and I didn’t see the sunrise in the sky

Chorus

If I travel on a train then an idea hits my brain
Could I do this with my feet that is really what I’d need

I can’t hear a bird that sings or the church bell that rings
I can’t hear the snow or wood crunch and crackle beneath my foot

Chorus

The best would be I’d loose my gold only my true love I could hold
I could stand all the heat or cold and in contentment I’d grow old

Chorus

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TAKE HEED WHAT I SAY
(© 1996 Mr Jones)

In nineteen and seventy-nine they lived in an old schoolbus
Earn 3000$ in good years and in bad ones it’s half as much
They’re fruit tramps like their parents have been and like their children will be as well
They still get diminutive wages and people say they’ll someday go to hell

Linda is 23 years and Luther Henry has 13 years more
They’re picking cherries in Maine and strawberries right outside your door
Many month it’s been raining the harvest is rotting in the fields
And often their four year old daughter for a whole day gets nothing to eat

Chorus
Take heed what I say this can’t be today
Take heed what I say this can’t be today

A strong back and a lack of will-power is not everything that you need
A belly full of hard liquor eases the work in the field
Playing poker in the night and sipping a bottle of gin
Is the only pleasure they get it’s the only game they’re able win

They get up at four in the morning start picking before the sun’s coming up
Eight hours later many baskets are filled but they cannot give up
For three more hours they pick in the parching sun
And at five o’clock in the evening a 25$ job it is done

Chorus

They all are American people but people treat them like dogs
Seems that men become animals when they pick in the morning fog
Rich men should know that all fruits that they eat are picked by people like Henry
Then they’d give them enough money and not only one third of their fee

For a short time they settled up north near the border of Canada
But their blood was too thin for the cold and I don’t know where they now are
Luther Henry suffers from cancer and he wants to go home for to die
In 1992 they all feel so bad that they just can’t stop cryin‘

Chorus

Love is their only religion their delight and for their children they live
Though they are starving with them and they don’t have enough for to give
Luther’s still living and he don’t want to die
But before he will go to hell he’ll go out and pick under blue sky

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WAITIN‘ FOR ME
(© 2001 Mr Jones)

Mozart is still waitin’
Pablo’s waitin‘ too
And Harry still can’t laugh
He don’t play the game
Any better than before
Still walks through hell
Shuddered from the nonsense
He feels an awful pain
Horrified by their laughter

I wish he was waitin‘ for me
I wish he was waitin‘ for me

Sal thinks old Dean’s gone
That he will be alright
And the sun goes down
The long sky’s rolling
The good road’s goin’
He knows that God is Pooh Bear
Who knows what’s gonna happen
Besides growin‘ old
Just like Dean’s long lost father

I wish he was thinkin‘ of me
I wish he was thinkin‘ of me

It’s funny Holden longs for Ackley
He misses Maurice too
Don’t know what to think
It’s a stupid question
If he’d apply himself
You don’t know what you’re gonna do
That’s all he tells about
Coming home that night
He doesn’t feel like telling more

I wish he was missing me
I wish he was missing me

Mozart is still waitin’
Pablo’s waitin‘ too
Harry still can’t laugh

I wish he was waitin‘ for me
Wish he was thinkin‘ of me
Wish he was missing me
I wish he was waitin‘ for me
Wish he was thinkin‘ of me
Wish he was missing me

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WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT
(© 2000 Mr Jones)

Got me the finest boots
That dirty money buys
Walked down the gravel way
Where my old hero lies
‚T was like the smell of stuff
Brings back your long gone youth
I heard Hank Williams sing
Sitting in the corner booth

I wanna be on my way
Wanna be on the road
I wanna be on my way
When the lights go out
Repeat

I felt like coming home
Where I’ve never been before
Don’t turn your back on me
I’d slip right out the door
And when I say it’s true
I just earn disbelief
Think of my friends who died
And turn my heart to grieve

I wanna know my way
Wanna know where to go
I wanna know my way
When the lights go out
Repeat

Maybe that’s my home
I don’t know if it’s real
I just can’t straighten out
The way I really feel
That’s what life’s all about
It’s the leaving stuff
Tryin‘ to find your own way
Is what makes life so rough

I wanna be on my way
Wanna be on the road
I wanna be on my way
When the lights go out
Repeat

When the lights go out
When the lights go out
When the lights go out
When the lights go out

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WHITE LINE OF THE HIGHWAY
(© 1998 Mr Jones)

Small town romance just like an old western movie
The little town where Woody Guthrie was born
Heading out for Oklahoma City
I wrote a song once ‘bout this town where many had to die

Mansions of the settlers back in the old days
Route 66 cried freedom fifty years ago
The red-hot dust of the Oklahoma plains
And the white line of the highway in my rear view mirror

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I feel fine I feel strong I feel young and I feel free
Out on the lonesome highway that’s where I wanna be
I feel fine I feel strong I feel young and I feel free
While the white line of the highway sails under my wheels
While the white line of the highway sails under my wheels

A northern Texas thunderstorm in Pampa
Red stones and blue skies in the canyonlands
The signs of bars and motels by the side of the road
Can make you stay or keep you travelling on

Going further north and to old New Mexico
Hope there is not yet a snowin‘ on Raton
Up to Rocky Mountains’ clear blue lakes
Autumn painted forests and a clear blue sky

Chorus

Back in the south West Texas and the plains
I can see the lone star that guides my way
A rattlesnake that crossed the road before me
Cannot keep me from going on

Chorus