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Penny Cotton Blues  from Jay Brown©1996
Pickin penny cotton
On that dollar farm
You can see the morning mamma
Lookin at the dawn

Livin in the city
Bound to get you killed
You can’t dig a hole now mamma
Hasn’t done been filled

People tell you money
Bound to make you sin
I’m workin like the devil mamma
Just to sin a little bit again

 

The Radio These Days   from Can't Help but Wonder ©2016
Well where is the love on the radio these days?
There’s mountains of music just wasting away
This country’s been blessed with a billion great songs
So why do they keep playing Bang a Gong?

We shouldn’t have to listen to Barracuda
5 times a day if we’re not in the mooda
And the same goes for Ratt, and White Snake and Poison
Take the tight pants off boys and put corduroys on

These days don’t it seem like the radio’s sole function
Is to decrease uniqueness while increasing production
But I don’t feel like workin, I feel more like dyin
Every day, when they play that some song by White Lion

And where is the love on the radio these days
Jimi Hendrix did more than just Purple Haze
And the DJ keeps sayin he was born to rock
But I bet he just says that when he’s on the clock

And where is the love on the radio now
Rock and Roll ain’t a brand on a corporate cash cow
But even if it was, and it just said “moo”
It still would sound better than the swill that they spew

And where is the love on this radio abyss
Only one place, and that’s public access
So send your contributions, to keep em around,
And thank em for being the saviors of sound

 

Rarely Touch the Heart   from In this Life©2007
Sad obscenities
Fill the air like humidity
Swearing lashing backs of broken vows
Snapshot memories
Smiling pictures on the mantelpiece
Those pearly whites are backbitin now
Maybe this makes the world spin
From bliss to blame to bitter end
Kisses linger on the skin
That rarely touch the heart
The world was spinnin just the same
When other knives carved other names
And other lives played other games
That rarely touch the heart

God deliver us
From the dangerous religious nuts
Let ‘em know you can’t be known by name
How they give their trust
Hoping they will reign victorious
They’d never even notice if you came
Maybe this makes the world spin
Fire from religious men
Live to die ‘bout what they believe in
But rarely touch the heart
The world was spinnin just the same
When sages saints and prophets came
And them that ain’t will shout their names
But rarely touch the heart

Maybe this makes the world spin
From bliss to blame to bitter end
Kisses linger on the skin
That rarely touch the heart
The world was spinnin just the same
When other knives carved other names
And other lives played other games
That rarely touch the heart

 

Red Haired Gal  from Protest Songs etc. ©2004
I know a lady, lives by the shady grove
Makes me feel drunk all the time
Rivers of rose-red, flow down her pretty head
But it’s much harder than mine
It’s harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine

Out in the moonlight we got a little tight
I knowed the moment was prime
I stole a quick peck, she nearly broke my neck
Her head is harder than mine
It’s harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine

Under the shade tree, I thought she may let me
Judging the look in her eye
I must have misread, I woke up halfway dead
Her head is harder than mine
It’s harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine

What can I give her, so she’ll deliver?
I keep on buyin and buyin
My presents all fail, she throwed a yard sale
Her head is harder than mine
It’s harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine, harder than mine

 

Rosalita  from Jay Brown©1996
Rosalita your eyes are seein double
Even though you may not know it yet
You may find no reason, for your trouble
When your man comes down to collect the bet

Rosalita you’re searching for a reason
Even though you know you know it well
You will find salvation to be pleasing
Even though it feels as hard as hell

Midnight mournin
Feel time fly
There ain’t no warnin
See how heaven makes you cry

 

Scarred and Mangled  from The Jester©2010
Say can you see all my troubled hours?
Do they show like stripes across my face?
Stars were shooting from a double barrel
With the dawn’s light is the night erased?

What so proudly did I hail with my heart
Did it have me under lock and key
O how loudly we played in the schoolyard
When our bullets still were make believe

I’m scarred and mangled, and I wonder what it’s worth
How is it so ugly, on this beautiful earth?

In the twilight darkness is the marrow
Will the dawn’s light shine on hollow bones?
Now my body is a broken arrow
And my heart is heavy as a stone

I’m scarred and mangled, and I wonder what it’s worth
How is it so ugly, on this beautiful earth?

 

Shadow on the Floor  from Jay Brown©1996
You got something you keep hiding in your pocket
It’s the only thing you got that’s worth your name
It’s the only thing you got that’s worth your name
And I thought I had the key that could unlock it
But you never let me turn it all the way
So we close another door
On another 24
No I can’t see you no more
I only see your shadow on the floor

You got something you can’t see inside a mirror
Like a million of your biggest smiles in one
And I thought that I was destined to be nearer
But you only see the sunshine, not the sun

And we close another door
On another 24
And the sun goes down once moor
To fade away your shadow on the floor

 

She Used to Rock Me  from In this Life©2007
She used to rock me with one steady roll
Now she wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole

Slander my name all over the town
Found my reputation in the lost and found

Freight train freight train little red caboose
Holy rollin rhythm of the sanctified
How many sleepy towns have you rumbled through
How many dreamers have watched you roll by?

I love you baby but I gotta let you go
Bust loose baby let the 4 winds blow

You got good jelly but the juice gets you jammed
Got to get steady ‘fore you make your stand

Freight train freight train little red caboose
Holy rollin rhythm of the sanctified
How many sleepy towns have you rumbled through
How many dreamers have watched you roll by?

Blues is on the radio it’s Saturday night
Dancin in the lazyboy till morning light

Tree frogs are singing like the Pips in the pines
Hate to have to leave this world behind

 

Skinny Girl  from Jay Brown©1996
Skinny girl, skinny girl
Livin in a big fat heavy world
What’s a little girl like you to do
Tryin to feed your mama and your sister too

I saw you shinin in the sun
Layin in the shade when your workin was done
I saw your beautiful skinny smile
You must get fed every once in a while

Well no one’s ever told you how
To do all the things you do
But you can get it done somehow
It don’t fall on you

Skinny girl, skinny girl
I love to see your dancing spirit twirl
Gonna catch a fire fly from your eye
Put it up in this fat boy’s sky

And when you find your perfect love
You know you’ll never be without it
You knew that you could rise above
You’re just all about it

Skinny girl, skinny girl
Livin in a big fat heavy world
Whats a little girl like you to do
Tryin to feed your mama and your sister too

 

Sleepwalkin in Babylon  from Protest Songs etc. ©2004
Your throwing words at me
In a busy bar room scene
Blending with the guitar scream
Comin from the radio
No sense in talking back
You’re closed without a crack
Never find the life you lack
Thinking you already know

Sleepwalkin in Babylon
Your eyes are open but your mind is closed
You think you’re talkin but your only babbling on and on
Is this the life that you chose?
Is this the life that you chose?

Your words are flying fast
Telling stories of your past
And when you pause at last
Your eyes begin to straying
And as I’m saying to you
Something that I feel is true
Your mind is wandering to
The next thing you’ll be sayin

Sleepwalkin in Babylon
Your eyes are open but your mind is closed
You think you’re talkin but your only babbling on and on
Is this the life that you chose?
Is this the life that you chose?

Time ticks you off it seems
When it wakes you from your dreams
Like a child your sadness clings
To dreams of seeming pleasant
If you could read your mind
You could see where you were blind
Then a thousand flowers you’d find
Past the painted desert

Sleepwalkin in Babylon
Your eyes are open but your mind is closed
You think you’re talkin but your only babbling on and on
Is this the life that you chose?
Is this the life that you chose?

 

Some Sweet Day  from Protest Songs etc. ©2004
Well let us see the sunrise
From your eyes
Some sweet day, some sweet day
When we leave all fear behind
We will find you all the time
Let us see the sunrise
From your eyes
Some sweet day, some sweet day

Let us feel the cool breeze
Of sweet peace
Some sweet day
This old road is getting hotter
Takin us further from the Father
But let us feel the cool breeze
Of sweet peace
Some sweet day, some sweet day

Well let us take the cross down
Stand on solid ground
Some sweet day, some sweet day
So the next time there come a savior
We won’t show him such bad behavior
Let us take the cross down
Stand on solid ground
Some sweet day, some sweet day

Well let us see the sunrise
Through your eyes
Some sweet day
When we leave all fear behind us
We will see the tie that binds us
Let us see the sunrise
Through your eyes
Some sweet day, some sweet day

 

Soul to Soul  from Soul to Soul©2013
I don’t have an enemy, not one enemy in all this world
Its just the ones I love who ever hurt me
Angels have been sent to me, been sent to me that’s for sure
Only angels can shake my faith when they shout me down
Falling tears are warm when souls are intertwining
When we steal away in pride they’re steely cold
Well no harm ever came from a little fightin
Just as long as we’re fightin soul to soul

Pain’s been a friend to me, been a friend, at least it stuck around
When all the chips are down it won’t desert me
The sweeter the memory the more the many tears come down
Only angels can know the souls that I long to hold
Its’ so warm to lay where souls are intertwining
But our fears can leave us cold as any hole
If loved sailed away we still could sail inside it
Just as long as we’re sailin soul to soul

 

Talkin Sugar Mountain Blues  from Protest Songs etc. ©2004
Well I was standing on an Appalachian peak
And them hills just seemed to roll on through the week
I felt high and I felt wholesome and my mind was overdosin
On a view that left me holy, mild and meek
Well I gazed south and I felt a rush of heavenly bliss
I gazed north and tears of joy I could not resist
I gazed west and I wished I had with me
Ma and Pa for this epiphany
But then I gazed east and godalmighty was I pissed
For there was no way my eyes could get around
This obtrusive, odd obstruction they had found
And in the middle of God’s great wonder
Plain as day and loud as thunder
Sugar Mountain resort stood there on sacred ground

You don’t hang Van Gogh in the bathroom
You don’t sing Handel’s Messiah Karaoke
You don’t put no frame round the sunshine
Sugar Mountain, you just don’t belong

Well I peered through my binoculated glasses
And I spied the sign on the front lawn where fresh cut grass is
It said “welcome to Sugar Mountain where the fun flows like a fountain
And we welcome all the upper social classes
Well there were limousines and slot machines
And putting greens and winey teens
And a hair saloon with some frizzy hairs
And a petting zoo with some grizzly bears
And indoor Jacuzzis and 3-D movies
And any time tellers and real-estate sellers
And the view from it was effervescent
But the view of it was less than pleasant

You don’t hang Van Gogh in the bathroom
You don’t sing Handel’s Messiah Karaoke
You don’t put no frame round the sunshine
Sugar Mountain, you just don’t belong

Well you can steal the beauty and then collect the pay
Let your fancy flow like the stream from a baday
But in time your walls will tumble and all your greenback dollars crumble
And the hill where you once stood will softly say…

You don’t hang Van Gogh in the bathroom
You don’t sing Heebie Jeebies Karaoke
You don’t put no frame round the sunshine
Sugar Mountain, you just don’t belong

 

That’s Alright  from Jay Brown©1996
Well I got a good friend
Worries all the time
Goes to see the doctor
Every time the sun don’t shine
But that’s alright
The big old world keep spinnin round
You know its bound to make you dizzy baby
But it don’t have to drag you down

And I got another good friend
Smokes a lot of grass
It don’t slow him down at all
Just makes it all go fast
And that’s alright
You know the truth is hard to tell
If you can’t get it from the river baby
You might get it from the well
And I got another good friend
Cries some every day
She ain’t got no reason
She just happier that way
And that’s alright
The big old world keep spinnin round
You know its bound to make you dizzy baby
But it don’t have to drag you down

That’s alright baby
It ain’t all that hard
Grass is always greener
 In your neighbor’s yard
That’s alright baby
It ain’t all that bad
You know that all your headaches
Are only in your head

Well I got a feelin
Call it what you want
Everybody’s reelin
Nothin’s getting caught
But that’s alright
The big old world keep spinnin round
You know its bound to make you dizzy baby
But it don’t have to drag you down

 

Too Late Blues  from Protest Songs etc. ©2004
Sweet Lucy Brown
Was out on the town
Just to get her habits on
Some fool full of shine
Was feeding her lines
Just like you’d throw an old dog a bone
“Honey you know you remind me
Of my old time used to be”
“You best cherish those memories boy
Cause you won’t be makin any with me”
“Mama you’d better use those good looks
You know they just bound to fade”
“If when they fade I’ll be through with your kind
Papa I’ll call that an even trade
I done been down that old lonesome road
Till I finally saw the detour sign
You might be in the right place papa
But you sure ain’t at the right time
I used to fool around
With fools like you
But I done left that life behind
Living too fast
With a love that can’t last
Last thing on my mind
I used to run around ape and clown and all that stuff
I’ve done some playin and now I’m sayin enough’s enough
I used to fool around
With fools like you
But I done left that life behind
I mean, I done left that life behind

I used to fool around
With fools like you
But I done left that life behind
Living too fast
With a love that can’t last
Last thing on my mind
There was a day I gave it away
I can’t deny it
But now you just can’t get it if you try and buy it
I used to fool around
With fools like you
But I done left that life behind
Living too fast
With a love that can’t last
Last thing on my mind
They say that wild women
Don’t get the blues
But that’s a lie and I can testify to you
I used to fool around
With fools like you
But I done left that life behind
For the most part
I done left that life behind.

 

To All Ye Saints and Sages  from Protest Songs etc. ©2004
To all ye saints and sages who live in your day
Unlocking the shackles and pointing the way
Ye workers of wonder, ye talkers of truth
You’re a light on the path through the troubles of youth
There are those in every culture, every color, and every creed
Who did shed blessed light on the shadows of greed
And who walked beyond the crutches of heaven and hell
And with peace, godly peace, did proclaim “all is well”
All is well, all is well
So the saints and sages tell
All the seekers and the strugglers
There’s joy beyond the veil
Through the day and through the night
There’s peace throughout the fight
Say the saints and the sages
“all is well in the light”

To all ye saints and sages, your glory abounds
In the slow rolling river where property drowns
And the tall, timeless mountain that echoes your sounds
In the pain of the pilgrim your spirit surrounds
Though the times are swiftly changing and we know not the way
Though the maze of the system has led us astray
Though the earth is tired and troubled and the truth hard to tell
There are those who will be coming
To say “all is well”
All is well, all is well
So the saints and sages tell
All the seekers and the strugglers
There’s joy beyond the veil
Through the day and through the night
There’s peace throughout the fight
Say the saints and the sages
“all is well in the light”

 

Troublesome Times  from Can't Help but Wonder ©2016
Troublesome times, anywhere you travel its troublesome times
Changes on changes, pavement on gravel, money on minds
The people shout more, the more they stop listenin
Who is gonna hear the whisperin pines?
Troublesome times, anywhere you travel its troublesome times

River of Time, have you been polluted by man unkind?
We build on your banks, but you just flow through it, leave it behind
The things that ought to change will hold on for ages
Things that ought to stay the same always change
River of Time, have you been polluted by man unkind?

Troublesome times, anywhere you travel its troublesome times
Hard to hear the chimes of freedom through the clamor
of angry closed minds
While we’re tossed on the storm out on this ocean
May you be strong, beware and be kind
Troublesome times, anywhere you travel its troublesome times

 
     
 
 
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