1. All the Boats Are Gonna Rise


I don’t know but I been told

No need to worry ‘cause the levee’s gonna hold

No need to worry ‘cause the levee’s gonna hold

Don’t you know the levee’s gonna hold


Well, the man say, poor boy, don’t you realize

High water comin’ all the boats are gonna rise

High water comin’ all the boats are gonna rise

Told me all the boats are gonna rise


Well, his good fortune will shine on my shack

Poor boy ridin’ on a rich man’s back

Poor boy ridin’ on a rich man’s back

Told me all the boats are gonna rise


Well, folks around here they do what they must

They don’t need no government to tell ‘em who to trust

They don’t need no government to tell ‘em who to trust

Don’t you know the levee’s gonna hold


If it smells like trouble don’t lay your money down

Get yourself a shovel, dig a hole in the ground

Get yourself a shovel, dig a hole in the ground

Don’t you know the levee’s gonna hold


Well, we hauled our rigs to higher ground

Fat cats laughin’ as we pulled out of town

Fat cats laughin’ as we pulled out of town

Don’t you know the levee’s gonna hold


When the levee let go with a lonesome sigh

We gathered up the bodies and we stacked ‘em up high

We gathered up the bodies and we stacked ‘em up high

Don’t you know we stacked ‘em up high


Mud on the rooftops, limbs in the trees

It takes a Mississippi bring a man to his knees

It takes a Mississippi bring a man to his knees

Don’t you know the levee’s gonna hold


Well, I put what was left of his pride in my pack

Rich man ridin’ on a poor boy’s back

Rich man ridin’ on a poor boy’s back

Told me all the boats were gonna rise



2. Hold On


Last time that I saw your face you were starin’ at me hard

You must have felt bitter and betrayed after letting down your guard

But since I been on the road I had a chance to think about a thing or two

And if there’s any way I can I’d like to make it up to you


So, honey, can you hold on

Baby, can you hold on


Well, I been livin’ sleepless nights and groggy, restless days

I heard you were leavin’ town, don’t let it end this way

I could come on over and we could talk about what we could do

‘Cause if there’s any way I can I’d like to make it up to you


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‘Cause it don’t matter what they always say

That the root of the problem will come back to haunt you someday

Well, honey, can you hold on

Baby, can you hold on


If we could meet just one more time, honey, we could talk things out

Or you could pack your bags and leave with no regrets or doubts

But if there’s any latitude and you could see your way to maybe take a

different view

‘Cause if there’s any way I can I’d like to make it up to you

Yes if there’s any way I can I’d like to make it up to you


So, honey, can you hold on

Baby, can you hold on


3. Evangeline


There was blood on his fingers

Mud was caked upon his shoes

When they caught him up near Bakersfield

I heard it on the news


He was tried and convicted

Though he swore that he’d been framed

Folks said things‘d get back to normal now

But I ain’t never been the same


I see faces in the shadows

I hear voices from the dead

I feel an emptiness I can hardly stand

Beside me in my bed


There’s no peace in silence

There’s no comfort in a song

Just a weight that will crush you

If you think on it too long


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Evangeline, Evangeline

That poor boy’s not to blame

I put you down in the cold, cold ground

And I bear alone this shame


‘Twas a mist o’er the valley

And a blush upon your cheek

And a line on my brow

For every vow you did not keep


Then the light turned to crimson

Spread like fire across the day

And your lips failed to answer

From the tall grass where you lay


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Evangeline, Evangeline

I know what he ain’t done

I put you down in the cold, cold ground

Before your time had come


Now the truth lies in darkness

In the dirt beneath my feet

There are ghosts in this graveyard that

I do not wish to meet


So as the evening sun is setting

And the light begins to dim

I will stand by the lamppost

Till the sun comes up again


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4. She Might Have Been a Muse


I been livin’ like there’s no tomorrow, just breathin’ out and breathin’ in

Headin’ for the end of the pavement, where the old dirt road begins

I run through what’s been dealt me, and I’m borrowin’ what I can’t steal

I got everything I own in the back of my car, but it ain’t nothin’ I can

feel


I got a suitcase full of trouble I been haulin’ round for years

I got a mason jar wrapped up tight filled with Hallmark tears

I been buildin’ bodies from stolen bones and sellin’ ‘em like they was new

I got out of there by the skin of my teeth, it was the best thing that I

could do


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Blues man on the stereo’s got trouble on his mind

And he says, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind


I been watchin’ as the brown hills rub up against the sky

I been worryin’ about the friction between a fiction and a lie

I been cleanin’ out my pockets, sortin’ keys and coins and string

I been tryin’ to stay on my side of the road no matter what tomorrow brings


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I’m watchin’ every penny, I got Lincoln on my mind

And he says, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind



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Well, I thought I might have lost it once, but I’d just been confused

Guilty of holdin’ on too tight, afraid of what I might lose

But as the sand slips through my fingertips and there’s little left to hold

She says, you gotta stand up out there, though it’s cruel and bitter cold



Well, she might have been a vapor, or she might have been a muse

She could have took me for everything I had and left me old and used

But something seemed to resonate and ring out loud and true

So I threw myself at the mercy of her touch, it was all that I could do


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And when I stumble if I feel I’m in a bind

She says, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind

She said, don’t be a stranger, give me a chance to be kind



5. Disturbin’ Blues


Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Devil in the pantry sharpens the blade with a stone


Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

I can clap my hands, I can drum with my fingers too


You get your rhythm from your momma, I’m one of your biggest fans

You get your rhythm from your momma, I’m one of your biggest fans

And she raised up her big knife and cut off both of his hands


Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

Momma, come quick, come see what I can do

I can dance you a quick-step and tap you an old soft shoe


You get your rhythm from your momma, you’ve seen me sway to the beat

You get your rhythm from your momma, you’ve seen me sway to the beat

And she raised up her big knife and cut off both of his feet


Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Momma in the kitchen cuttin’ the meat from the bone

Devil in the pantry sharpens the blade with a stone


Momma, come quick, come hear what I can do

Momma, come quick, come hear what I can do

I can read you a poem, I can sing a song for you


Oh, Lord in the heavens, just see this trouble he brung

Oh, Lord in the heavens, just see this trouble he brung

And with a heavy heart she cut out his tongue


Your momma be there for you through thick and thin

Your momma be there for you through thick and thin

You can count on me like the devil count on sin




6. Second-hand Smoke



You’d like to sing the blues

But you grew up with your pockets full of cash

You’re shufflin’ ‘round the campus

Puttin’ on your best white trash


Well, I’m pretty sure

Being rich ain’t no sin

But that ain’t no shanty

You grew up, grew up in


You wish you’d been a cropper

Or an Okie on the road to CA

But Dad was in munitions

Didn’t work for no WPA


You seen the old photos

The hunger and the hurt

You touch ‘em with your fingers

And you try, try to feel the dirt


You’d like to feel the blues

But you’re cranked up on gourmet joe

Your papa left a trust fund

Your momma’s at a fashion show


You’re singin’ ‘bout some guy

Luckless and broke

But ya seen it on the TV

It’s just second, second-hand smoke




7. Travelin’ Shoes


I been hearin’ Grandpa’s ghost callin’ out to me

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California

Where the honeysuckle blossoms tumble to the sea

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California


Well, he walked out of Arkansas in nineteen thirty-four

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California

Didn’t want very much, just a little more

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California


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There’s a scent of citrus on the breeze

And the land gets down upon its knees

To touch the ever-restless seas and wipe the slate clean


Well, Boulder City took him in with dust on his shoes

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California

No need to worry, son, we got no union dues

If you’re lookin’ for that sweet land, California


Well, he helped out with the gradin’ and they asked him if he’d stay

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California

Started up a family, put his travelin’ shoes away

And his thoughts of that sweet land, California


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We’re carvin’ stone and liftin’ sand

We’re cuttin’ steel with burnished hands

We run the water ‘cross the land and turned the valleys green


Well, lying in the cool grass beneath a lemon sky

Thinkin’ ‘bout that sweet land, California

He said, I hope these shoes will take me to the sea before I die

Thinkin’ ‘bout that sweet land, California


Well, he took out those trusty shoes in the spring of sixty-nine

Thinkin’ ‘bout that sweet land, California

But sat down on his front porch and said, this is where I’ll lie

With my dreams of that sweet land, California


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We carved the stone and lifted sand

We cut the steel with burnished hands

We run the water ‘cross the land and turned the valleys green

There’s a scent of citrus on the breeze

And the land gets down upon its knees

To touch the ever-restless seas and wipe the slate clean


I been hearin’ Grandpa’s ghost callin’ out to me

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California

Where the honeysuckle blossoms tumble to the sea

Lookin’ for that sweet land, California




8. Big Momma Rag



Remember this

Don’t be late

Big momma, she hates to wait

You gotta cook her favorite dish without delay

If you don’t listen

And try to play deaf

Big momma find herself another chef

You gotta cook her favorite dish without delay


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TV dinners will never satisfy

Serve her up some braised asparagus tips

And a nice big slice of pecan pie

Listen up

Get it right

‘Cause big momma is hungry tonight

You gotta cook her favorite dish without delay


You saute too slow

And try to play it cool

Big momma send you back to cookin’ school

You gotta cook her favorite dish without delay

So play it straight

When you’re cookin’

‘Cause big momma always says the proof is in the puddin’

Cook her favorite dish without delay


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9. I’ll Be Good to You



Close your eyes and in this moment reside

And when you open them I’ll still be at your side


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If there’s one thing in this world that is true

It’s, baby, I’ll be good to you

Oh, baby, I’ll be good to you


From when the honeysuckle blossoms open in the sun

I’ll stand by you till the evening comes


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Soft as a breeze that blows gently through your hair

I will lift your troubles and soothe your cares


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10. The Patriot


Endless streams of microwaves

Bounce across the room

They’re rattlin’ in the rafters

They’re warmin’ up the tombs

They’re scannin’ all the faces

It might be her or him

That shiver of suspicion

Gets underneath your skin


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And the old man seen it all before

Shakes his weary fists at the night

If I had me my thirty-aught-six

I’d shoot me a satellite


They’re riflin’ through your bedroom

In the land of the free and the brave

The fox is in the hen house

And the hero’s in his grave

Shut down all the borders

Antenna all the hills

Trump up all the charges

Empty all the tills


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They’ve driven out dissenters

Who were shakin’ out the lies

Covered up all their traces

Smothered all their cries

Secret codes of conduct

Behind curtains of flames

We’re not pawns anymore

I believe we’re runnin’ this game


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11. This Field


Ain’t no way to live, workin’ in this field

Ain’t no way to live, workin’ in this field

I send all my money home, got nothin’ left to give

Workin’ in this field, ain’t no way to live


Ain’t no time to sleep, owin’ to this field

Ain’t no time to sleep, owin’ to this field

I picked my last but I can’t go home, they say I’m in too deep

Owin’ to this field, ain’t no time to sleep


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How much can I carry before this back won’t bend

How much can I hold before the fingers of these hands will not ever mend


Ain’t no place to die, pickin’ in this field

Ain’t no place to die, pickin’ in this field

Tractor and the hauler bound to take my life ‘neath this blue Sonoma sky

Pickin’ in this field, ain’t no place to die



12. Willie Tames the River


Jacob went down to the river

And he swore to renounce his sin

And the river rose high and it swept him away

‘Cause it ain’t gonna listen to him

No, it ain’t gonna listen to him


Well, the mud is the blood of the river

And it scours his bones till they gleam

And it lays them to rest where the flood waters crest

And you never seen Jacob so clean

No, you never seen Jacob so clean


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Let the river take him home

Let the river take him home

Let the river take his hard times to the sea

Let it take both tooth and stone

Muscle, flesh, and bone

Well, I know this old river will be the death of me


John pleaded down by the river

For his meager crop was thin

And the river rose high and it covered them up

‘Cause it ain’t gonna listen to him

No, it ain’t gonna listen to him


Well, the cotton and the sugar gonna come back

But old John, his days are spent

With his nights in the tank and his mornings on the bank

Waiting on the river to repent

He’s still waiting on the river to repent


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Let the river take him home

Let the river take him home

Let the river take his hard luck to the sea

Let it take both tooth and stone

Muscle, flesh, and bone

Well, I know this old river will be the ruin of me


Young Willie took a question to the river

Do I always have to take it on the chin

And the river rose high and it swept him away

‘Cause it ain’t gonna answer to him

No, it ain’t gonna answer to him


Well, he swam to the bottom and he stood there

He said, you ain’t the first bully I met

And the river done spit him right back out

Said, we ain’t quite ready for you yet

Son, we ain’t quite ready for you yet


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Then he rode that river home

Yeah, he rode that river home

Well, he rode that river hard down to the sea

And when all his riding was done

And he’d taught that river some

He said, you know, old river, it just could be, you’ve met your match in me



13. Train to Kokomo



Here come John Henry

He carries his sins ‘round in a sack

And young Eliza

She says she won’t be coming back

Can’t shake this trouble

It follows them everywhere they go

Can’t bear this heartache

You know it pains them so


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But they hope to find relief

And they hope to be received

On the train to Kokomo


Here come old T-Bone

He swears he ain’t nobody’s fool

There’s been a mix-up

He’s the exception to the rule

Down at the station

The crowd is packed in toe to toe

While Willie-the-Needle

Pleads that he’s too high to go


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And Dog-Faced-Mary

Is selling tickets at the gate

Her final shakedown

Two bits will buy a window seat

And Pastor Jacob

Passes his hat amongst the flow

The blood of angels

He said you reap what you sow


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