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Mississippi
Half-Step Uptown Toodleloo
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On the day that I was born
Daddy sat down and cried
I had the mark just as plain as day
which could not be denied
They say that Cain caught Abel
rolling loaded dice,
ace of spades behind his ear
him not thinking twice
Halfstep
Mississippi Uptown Toodleloo
Hello baby I'm gone, good-bye
Half a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you, old Southern sky
I'm on my way -- on my way
If all you got to live for
is what you left behind
get yourself a powder charge
and seal that silver mine
I lost my boots in transit, babe
A pile of smoking leather
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather
Halfstep
Mississippi Uptown Toodleloo
Hello baby I'm gone, good-bye
Half a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you, old Southern sky
I'm on my way -- on my way |
They say that when your ship comes in
the first man takes the sails
The second takes the afterdeck
the third the planks and rails
What's the point to calling shots?
This cue ain't straight in line
Cueball's made of Styrofoam
and no one's got the time
Halfstep
Mississippi Uptown Toodleloo
Hello baby I'm gone, good-bye
Half a cup of rock and rye
Farewell to you, old Southern sky
I'm on my way -- on my way
Across the Rio Grand-eo
Across the lazy river
Across the Rio Grand-eo
Across the lazy river
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Let
Me Sing Your Blues Away
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Hop in the hack
Turn on the key
Pop in the clutch
Let the wheels roll free
Not a cloud in the sky
Such a sunny day
Push in the button
Let the Top Ten play
C'mon, honey, let me sing 'em away
C'mon, honey, let me sing 'em away
C'mon, honey, let me sing your blues away
Give me a little of that old-time love
I ain't never had near enough
Walk that walk
with style and grace
This ain't no knock-down
drag-out race
It don't matter much
Pick any gear
Grind you a pound and
drop the rear
Baby, baby, baby, what can I say?
I'm here to drive your blues away |
Sent a letter to a man I know
Said one for the money two for the show
Waited all summer for his reply
Three to get ready and four to fly
Only two things in the world I love
That's rock 'n roll and my turtle-dove
When I was a younger man
I needed good luck
I'm a little bit older now
and I know my stuff
C'mon, honey, let me sing 'em away
C'mon, honey, let me sing 'em away
C'mon, honey, let me
sing your
blues
away
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Row, Jimmy
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Julie catch a rabbit by his hair
Come back step, like to walk on air
Get back home where you belong
and don't you run off no more
Don't hang your head let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pinewood floor
Ask the time? Baby, I don't know
Come back later, we'll let it show
And I say row, Jimmy, row
Gonna get there?
I don't know
Seems a common way to go
Get down row, row, row
row, row
Here's a half a dollar if you dare
double-twist when you hit the air
Look at Julie down below
the levee doin' the do-pas-o
And I say row, Jimmy, row
Gonna get there?
I don't know
Seems a common way to go
Get down row, row, row
row, row |
Broken heart don't feel so bad
Ain't got half o' what you thought you had
Rock your baby to and fro
Not too fast and not too slow
And I say row, Jimmy, row
Gonna get there?
I don't know
Seems a common way to go
Get down row, row, row
row, row
That's the way it's been in town
ever since they tore the jukebox down
Two-bit piece don't buy no more
not so much as it done before
And I say row, Jimmy, row
Gonna get there?
I don't know
Seems a common way to go
Get down row, row, row
row, row
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| Stella
Blue |
All the years combine
they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar
In the end there's just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years
Stella Blue
When all the cards are down
there's nothing left to see
There's just the pavement left
and broken dreams
In the end there's still that song
comes crying like the wind
down every lonely street
that's ever been
Stella Blue |
I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel
Can't win for trying
Dust off those rusty strings just
one more time
Gonna make 'em shine
It all rolls into one
and nothing comes for free
There's nothing you can hold
for very long
And when you hear that song
come crying like the wind
it seems like all this life
was just a dream
Stella blue
"Written at the Chelsea Hotel in 1970." -- Robert Hunter
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| Here
Comes Sunshine |
Wake of the flood
laughing water
'49
Get out the pans
don't just stand there dreaming
get out the way
Here comes sunshine
. . .here comes sunshine!
Line up a long shot
Maybe try it two times
Maybe more
Good to know
you got shoes to wear
when you find the floor
Why hold out for more?
Here comes sunshine
. . .here comes sunshine! |
Asking you nice now
keep the mother rolling
one more time
Been down before
but you just don't have to
go no more
Here comes sunshine
. . .here comes sunshine!
"Remembering the great Vanport, Washington flood of
1949, living in other people's homes, a family abandoned by father; second
grade." - Robert Hunter
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| Eyes
of the World |
Right outside this lazy summer home
you don't have time to call
your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate
of winter's summer home
wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long
just carried
the bird
away
Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts
of its own
Wake now, discover that
you are the song that
the morning brings
the heart has its seasons
its evenings
and songs of its own
There comes a redeemer
and he slowly, too, fades away
There follows his wagon behind him
that's loaded with clay
and the seeds that were silent
all burst into bloom and decay
The night comes so quiet
and it's close on the heels of the day |
Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts
of its own
Wake now, discover that
you are the song that
the morning brings
the heart has its seasons
its evenings
and songs of its own
Sometimes we live no
particular way but our own
Sometimes we visit your country
and live in your homes
Sometimes we ride on your horses
Sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear
are just songs of our own
Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts
of its own
Wake now, discover that
you are the song that
the morning brings
the heart has its seasons
its evenings
and songs of its own
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