I have a few more stories to tell…
One Man's Gun
Well I stalked him down to Boston
'n through southern Maine
when I pull the trigger in Georgetown
you all will learn my name
you'll all read it in the papers
you'll know I'm the guilty one
'cuz the campaign ended...with One Man's Gun
So let them read it in my diary
how I planned this deadly deed
one doctor will say I'm crazy
another will want me freed
the police will say I'm wanted
but my folks won't want their son
'cuz my name flies down the barrel...of One Man's Gun
Well I stare into the mirror
but my face I do not see
just broken bits of childhood
there laughing back at me
let them laugh you'll see I'll show them
I'll show everyone
with this life I will be taking…with One Man's Gun
There's this hunger and it haunts me
the wolf it must be fed
and the voices of destruction
bang 'round inside my head
well they'll wake me when I'm sleeping
I hold my ears, but they still come
like heartache down the barrel…of One Man's Gun
From the southern saint of Selma
to two of Joseph's sons
or the holy man of India
you can count them one by one
but from this motel in Georgetown
they only add to my boredom
'cuz I'm out here waitin'… with One Man's Gun
yes I'm out here waitin'… with One Man's Gun
yes I'm out here waitin'… with One Man's Gun
yes I'm out here waitin'…
'n through southern Maine
when I pull the trigger in Georgetown
you all will learn my name
you'll all read it in the papers
you'll know I'm the guilty one
'cuz the campaign ended...with One Man's Gun
So let them read it in my diary
how I planned this deadly deed
one doctor will say I'm crazy
another will want me freed
the police will say I'm wanted
but my folks won't want their son
'cuz my name flies down the barrel...of One Man's Gun
Well I stare into the mirror
but my face I do not see
just broken bits of childhood
there laughing back at me
let them laugh you'll see I'll show them
I'll show everyone
with this life I will be taking…with One Man's Gun
There's this hunger and it haunts me
the wolf it must be fed
and the voices of destruction
bang 'round inside my head
well they'll wake me when I'm sleeping
I hold my ears, but they still come
like heartache down the barrel…of One Man's Gun
From the southern saint of Selma
to two of Joseph's sons
or the holy man of India
you can count them one by one
but from this motel in Georgetown
they only add to my boredom
'cuz I'm out here waitin'… with One Man's Gun
yes I'm out here waitin'… with One Man's Gun
yes I'm out here waitin'… with One Man's Gun
yes I'm out here waitin'…
Mary Jo
No one speaks your name anymore
a ghost outside the door
waiting to come in
then drifts away again…
a faded photograph
a smile without a laugh
a girl without a voice
a man who made a choice….
Mary Jo
ever so
ever gone, but not forgotten
power & fame
(it always) ends the same you know
Mary Jo…
The river, it still flows
the river, it still knows
the secret that it keeps
it whispers while you sleep
the words they fly like geese
still they give no peace
they hang there like a noose
mmm… and dare not speak the truth
Mary Jo
ever so
ever gone, but not forgotten
power & fame
(it always) ends the same you know
Mary Jo…
No one speaks your name anymore…
a ghost outside the door
waiting to come in
then drifts away again…
a faded photograph
a smile without a laugh
a girl without a voice
a man who made a choice….
Mary Jo
ever so
ever gone, but not forgotten
power & fame
(it always) ends the same you know
Mary Jo…
The river, it still flows
the river, it still knows
the secret that it keeps
it whispers while you sleep
the words they fly like geese
still they give no peace
they hang there like a noose
mmm… and dare not speak the truth
Mary Jo
ever so
ever gone, but not forgotten
power & fame
(it always) ends the same you know
Mary Jo…
No one speaks your name anymore…
The Child with no Name
Stepdaddy was drinkin’
then he’d starts to get rough
he’d always get mean this way
when he was drinkin’ too much
Mama was cryin’
mmm, another terrible fight
and the sound of the slammin’ doors
kept him up all night...
and as he lay his head down to go to sleep
he prayed the lord, his soul to keep
he cried for help, but no one came
say a prayer...for The Child with no Name
well nobody noticed
when he didn’t come to school
yes they’d all seen the bruises
but figured what could they do?
and they found him out wonderin’
the police took him home
back to the raging storm
he faced all alone
and as he lay his head down to go to sleep
he prayed the lord, his soul to keep
he cried for help, in this hurricane
say a prayer...for The Child with no Name
HE LONGED FOR LOVE
HE LONGED TO JOIN THE DANCE
THE WAY MOST CHILDREN DO
AND ALL HE ASKED WAS HALF A CHANCE
THAT DREAM TURNED BLACK AND BLUE...
In the morning paper
the story explained
the neighbors heard lots of shouting
and then the ambulance came...
and as they laid his head down for one last sleep
they prayed the lord, his soul to keep
he cried for help, but when it finally came
they said a prayer...they said a prayer...say a prayer
for The Child with No Name...
then he’d starts to get rough
he’d always get mean this way
when he was drinkin’ too much
Mama was cryin’
mmm, another terrible fight
and the sound of the slammin’ doors
kept him up all night...
and as he lay his head down to go to sleep
he prayed the lord, his soul to keep
he cried for help, but no one came
say a prayer...for The Child with no Name
well nobody noticed
when he didn’t come to school
yes they’d all seen the bruises
but figured what could they do?
and they found him out wonderin’
the police took him home
back to the raging storm
he faced all alone
and as he lay his head down to go to sleep
he prayed the lord, his soul to keep
he cried for help, in this hurricane
say a prayer...for The Child with no Name
HE LONGED FOR LOVE
HE LONGED TO JOIN THE DANCE
THE WAY MOST CHILDREN DO
AND ALL HE ASKED WAS HALF A CHANCE
THAT DREAM TURNED BLACK AND BLUE...
In the morning paper
the story explained
the neighbors heard lots of shouting
and then the ambulance came...
and as they laid his head down for one last sleep
they prayed the lord, his soul to keep
he cried for help, but when it finally came
they said a prayer...they said a prayer...say a prayer
for The Child with No Name...
This Long Goodbye
It’s not as if I could forget
the moon & stars were going to set
but still I hoped I’d never get…to
This Long Goodbye…
It’s not as if I could ignore
the signs were written long before
the wave would finally come to shore…and leave
This Long Goodbye…
And while time, slips away down this river so blue
with no words, left to say…but I won’t forget you
I loved you when the fields were new
I loved you as your dreams they grew
I pray this love will get me through…
This Long Goodbye…
there no words, left to say…but I won’t forget you
And if the sun should rise again
and if this world should start to spin
I’ll close my eyes and then begin…to say
This Long Goodbye
This Long Goodbye
So long…Goodbye….
the moon & stars were going to set
but still I hoped I’d never get…to
This Long Goodbye…
It’s not as if I could ignore
the signs were written long before
the wave would finally come to shore…and leave
This Long Goodbye…
And while time, slips away down this river so blue
with no words, left to say…but I won’t forget you
I loved you when the fields were new
I loved you as your dreams they grew
I pray this love will get me through…
This Long Goodbye…
there no words, left to say…but I won’t forget you
And if the sun should rise again
and if this world should start to spin
I’ll close my eyes and then begin…to say
This Long Goodbye
This Long Goodbye
So long…Goodbye….
It's a Long, Long Story
It’s a long long story
just where to begin?
It’s enough to say my young friend
it’s between her & him
It’s about your mom & daddy
It’s about all their hurt,
It’s a long long story, why a marriage doesn’t work
It’s a long long story
one you’re too young to hear
but you’ve heard too much already
for one so few in years
you’ve lied in bed to listen
to the anger outside your door
and wondered is it your fault, they don’t love each other anymore...
But who can you turn to?
There’s always me
cuz I’ve been down that road myself
and I know just where it leads...
There are no happy endings
you’re far too smart for that
This pain has left your heart broken
and you know there’s to turning back
ah but things do get better
one day I’ll tell you why
but that’s a long long story
now it’s okay just to cry
cry...
just where to begin?
It’s enough to say my young friend
it’s between her & him
It’s about your mom & daddy
It’s about all their hurt,
It’s a long long story, why a marriage doesn’t work
It’s a long long story
one you’re too young to hear
but you’ve heard too much already
for one so few in years
you’ve lied in bed to listen
to the anger outside your door
and wondered is it your fault, they don’t love each other anymore...
But who can you turn to?
There’s always me
cuz I’ve been down that road myself
and I know just where it leads...
There are no happy endings
you’re far too smart for that
This pain has left your heart broken
and you know there’s to turning back
ah but things do get better
one day I’ll tell you why
but that’s a long long story
now it’s okay just to cry
cry...
Pass it On (Gamble's Song)
He was a troubadour, my Gamble could play
he was a quiet man, never had much to say
unless you spoke about things he loved
like good ‘ol southern boys in smoky bars
or old Guild guitars...
I was a younger man, justa few years outta school
eyeing the “big time”...working on my cool
he sat me down and said “here’s how you play it...
be sure to mean all that you sing
and David one more thing...
(be sure to) Pass it on
and show the next one to come along
maybe he’ll look up to you like you do me
And when you’re gone
you’ll know this song will carry on
I give to you...you give to him...Pass it on”
My mind is restless, lying here before dawn
with this memory, ah yes the years have come & gone
Just got the bad news about my old friend
‘n one thought keeps dry through all these tears
and whispers in my ear...
CHORUS
while the world was chasin’ the songs on the radio
he was quietly playing his guitar
a story to tell, a song sung well
I set my compass to that star
(and swore I’d) Pass it on
and show the next one to come along
maybe he’ll look up to me like I did you
and though you’re gone
I know this song will carry on
I give to you...you give to him...Pass it on
he was a quiet man, never had much to say
unless you spoke about things he loved
like good ‘ol southern boys in smoky bars
or old Guild guitars...
I was a younger man, justa few years outta school
eyeing the “big time”...working on my cool
he sat me down and said “here’s how you play it...
be sure to mean all that you sing
and David one more thing...
(be sure to) Pass it on
and show the next one to come along
maybe he’ll look up to you like you do me
And when you’re gone
you’ll know this song will carry on
I give to you...you give to him...Pass it on”
My mind is restless, lying here before dawn
with this memory, ah yes the years have come & gone
Just got the bad news about my old friend
‘n one thought keeps dry through all these tears
and whispers in my ear...
CHORUS
while the world was chasin’ the songs on the radio
he was quietly playing his guitar
a story to tell, a song sung well
I set my compass to that star
(and swore I’d) Pass it on
and show the next one to come along
maybe he’ll look up to me like I did you
and though you’re gone
I know this song will carry on
I give to you...you give to him...Pass it on
Sally Hemings
She bore him a child, then there were more
she came to him black, came to him poor
husband & wife? No master ’n slave
and they both took their secret to the grave...
Well they cared him in bronze
'n they carved him in stone
ah but he was just a man
made of flesh and of bone
and she gave him her love
when she came to him alone…
Sally Hemings
A man of means, a man well bred
above reproach so nothing was said
But on his farm, they all knew
those children’s eyes shone in Jefferson blue...
Well they cared him in bronze
'n they carved him in stone
ah but he was just a man
made of flesh and of bone
and she gave him her love
when she came to him alone…
Sally Hemings
he might have loved her, this might be true
but after all, what could she do?
(what else could she do?)
History hides, a thousand sins
written by the side that wins
They twist the truth, they twist today
but for a blue dress and a little DNA
Well they cared him in bronze
'n they carved him in stone
ah but he was just a man
made of flesh and of bone
and she gave him her love
when she came to him alone…
Sally Hemings
she came to him black, came to him poor
husband & wife? No master ’n slave
and they both took their secret to the grave...
Well they cared him in bronze
'n they carved him in stone
ah but he was just a man
made of flesh and of bone
and she gave him her love
when she came to him alone…
Sally Hemings
A man of means, a man well bred
above reproach so nothing was said
But on his farm, they all knew
those children’s eyes shone in Jefferson blue...
Well they cared him in bronze
'n they carved him in stone
ah but he was just a man
made of flesh and of bone
and she gave him her love
when she came to him alone…
Sally Hemings
he might have loved her, this might be true
but after all, what could she do?
(what else could she do?)
History hides, a thousand sins
written by the side that wins
They twist the truth, they twist today
but for a blue dress and a little DNA
Well they cared him in bronze
'n they carved him in stone
ah but he was just a man
made of flesh and of bone
and she gave him her love
when she came to him alone…
Sally Hemings
From Midnight to Morning
from midnight till morning, when this whole world’s asleep
it comes without warning, this dream dark and deep
back to the jungle, so humid so green
till the choppers start a’hummin’, and he wakes with a scream...
from midnight till morning, he’s out on patrol
his heart’s wildly poundin’, his instincts control
and he prays to sweet Jesus he makes it back alive
this was no war of winnin’, just a war to survive...
from midnight till morningj he looks for some peace
these drugs are habit forming, but they give him release
in his soul it’s still raging, a war forgotten by most
gone are the headlines, but alive are the ghosts...
from midnight till morning he lays in his bed
instead of counting hours, he’s counting the dead
he can still see their faces, though he cannot speak their names
he just did his duty, still he’s made to feel ashamed
from midnight till morning in a broken down motel
in south side Chicago, he writes his farewell
“so hard to keep livin’, when the life has left your eyes...
I fought for this country, came back just to die...”
it comes without warning, this dream dark and deep
back to the jungle, so humid so green
till the choppers start a’hummin’, and he wakes with a scream...
from midnight till morning, he’s out on patrol
his heart’s wildly poundin’, his instincts control
and he prays to sweet Jesus he makes it back alive
this was no war of winnin’, just a war to survive...
from midnight till morningj he looks for some peace
these drugs are habit forming, but they give him release
in his soul it’s still raging, a war forgotten by most
gone are the headlines, but alive are the ghosts...
from midnight till morning he lays in his bed
instead of counting hours, he’s counting the dead
he can still see their faces, though he cannot speak their names
he just did his duty, still he’s made to feel ashamed
from midnight till morning in a broken down motel
in south side Chicago, he writes his farewell
“so hard to keep livin’, when the life has left your eyes...
I fought for this country, came back just to die...”
Lady of the Straits
Campfire in the sand
the waves they pound the land
there’s a man there playing songs
and a girl that touched his hand...
where she ever goes
no one really knows
you see her footprints disappear
as the wind begins to blow...
and the moon rises higher
as his legs begin to tire
‘n his eyes begin to sting
from the beachwood burning fire...
WHILE THE FREIGHTER’S WAIL
AND THE BRIDGE LIGHTS CUT THE AIR
HE’S IN LOVE WITH A LADY HE DOES NOT KNOW
legend says she drown
when her schooner went down
the crew all washed ashore
but she was never found
‘n they say she roams the straits
it’s there she lays and waits
to lure men of her fancy
and lead them on her chase...
[Chorus]
the beach it turns and twists
as he stumbles through the mist
while reaching for her touch
and dreaming of her kiss
the gulls they swoop & cry
as he turns to say goodbye
he hears her laughing like a thief
and it echos through the sky
[Chorus]
the waves they pound the land
there’s a man there playing songs
and a girl that touched his hand...
where she ever goes
no one really knows
you see her footprints disappear
as the wind begins to blow...
and the moon rises higher
as his legs begin to tire
‘n his eyes begin to sting
from the beachwood burning fire...
WHILE THE FREIGHTER’S WAIL
AND THE BRIDGE LIGHTS CUT THE AIR
HE’S IN LOVE WITH A LADY HE DOES NOT KNOW
legend says she drown
when her schooner went down
the crew all washed ashore
but she was never found
‘n they say she roams the straits
it’s there she lays and waits
to lure men of her fancy
and lead them on her chase...
[Chorus]
the beach it turns and twists
as he stumbles through the mist
while reaching for her touch
and dreaming of her kiss
the gulls they swoop & cry
as he turns to say goodbye
he hears her laughing like a thief
and it echos through the sky
[Chorus]
Apple Pie
you know i still dream about that apple pie
she baked it for me when she thought she would try
to make me her sweetheart, in that month of July
Lord I still can feel the heat...
Well thinkin’ back, it almost hurts
on a love so fine, it was just like dessert
I wore it on my sleeve, and all over my shirt
the memory is still sweet...
[CHORUS]
APPLE PIE, APPLE PIE
EVERY LITTLE THING THAT IT WOULD SIGNIFY
MY OH MY, I’M JUST A SIMPLE GUY
ALL I REALLY WANTED WAS A PIECE OF APPLE PIE...
then she reconsidered, cuz she thought it a crime
it was a symbol of oppression, you remember the times
it perpetuated servitude, and undermined
her new found self esteem..
it really didn’t matter that it tasted good
it was clearly patriarchal, that was understood
I just didn’t “get it”, ‘n I never would
our love was doomed it seemed
[CHORUS]
after all of this I was never the same
I wandered the streets just calling her name
I lost thirty pounds while I overcame
this love of apple pie...
[CHORUS]
she baked it for me when she thought she would try
to make me her sweetheart, in that month of July
Lord I still can feel the heat...
Well thinkin’ back, it almost hurts
on a love so fine, it was just like dessert
I wore it on my sleeve, and all over my shirt
the memory is still sweet...
[CHORUS]
APPLE PIE, APPLE PIE
EVERY LITTLE THING THAT IT WOULD SIGNIFY
MY OH MY, I’M JUST A SIMPLE GUY
ALL I REALLY WANTED WAS A PIECE OF APPLE PIE...
then she reconsidered, cuz she thought it a crime
it was a symbol of oppression, you remember the times
it perpetuated servitude, and undermined
her new found self esteem..
it really didn’t matter that it tasted good
it was clearly patriarchal, that was understood
I just didn’t “get it”, ‘n I never would
our love was doomed it seemed
[CHORUS]
after all of this I was never the same
I wandered the streets just calling her name
I lost thirty pounds while I overcame
this love of apple pie...
[CHORUS]
Fallen Angels
she draws from her cigarette slowly
blows the smoke to one side
stares down at the evening paper
dries the tears that she cried
for years she’s been working three jobs
just to make the ends meet
she dreamed she’d move’m out of the city
to keep him off of the streets
now he really was a good boy
the newspaper got it wrong
he just got caught in a crossfire
he turned around, now he’s gone...
(cho.) FALLING...before he spread his wings
FALLING...you can hear the choir sing...
FALLEN ANGELS
so it’s news at 11:00, please stay tuned
says the well groomed anchorman
they’ll interview a few neighbors
who’ll shake their heads ‘n say they don’t understand
then it’s time to cut to commercial
after all the show must go on
in the midst of this entertainment
her son is forever gone...
FALLING...before he spread his wings
FALLING...you can hear the choir sing...
FALLEN ANGELS
there’s an animal loose in the city
it bares its teeth every night
it’s running wild through the parks and the playgrounds
devouring every child in sight
now you can close your eyes if you want
to ‘n keep your innocence intact
‘n forget that these are only children
just because their skin is black
FALLING...before they spread their wings
blows the smoke to one side
stares down at the evening paper
dries the tears that she cried
for years she’s been working three jobs
just to make the ends meet
she dreamed she’d move’m out of the city
to keep him off of the streets
now he really was a good boy
the newspaper got it wrong
he just got caught in a crossfire
he turned around, now he’s gone...
(cho.) FALLING...before he spread his wings
FALLING...you can hear the choir sing...
FALLEN ANGELS
so it’s news at 11:00, please stay tuned
says the well groomed anchorman
they’ll interview a few neighbors
who’ll shake their heads ‘n say they don’t understand
then it’s time to cut to commercial
after all the show must go on
in the midst of this entertainment
her son is forever gone...
FALLING...before he spread his wings
FALLING...you can hear the choir sing...
FALLEN ANGELS
there’s an animal loose in the city
it bares its teeth every night
it’s running wild through the parks and the playgrounds
devouring every child in sight
now you can close your eyes if you want
to ‘n keep your innocence intact
‘n forget that these are only children
just because their skin is black
FALLING...before they spread their wings