I was born in a black coal mine
On the Spanish countryside
I've got blood like turpentine
My dad he works in the mill
that's where he's working still
He strikes that old anvil
O I've been down that road
I've been long gone
I've traveled up from the East out to the West
Now I'm on my way back home
Wherever I may roam
When I die you send me home
By the oceans white with foam
When that sky turns dark and gray
over Californ-i-ay
there's gonna be hell to pay
O I've been down that road
I've been long gone
I've traveled up from the East out to the West
Now I'm on my way back home
I'm winding down that lonely road
From Santa Fe to El Paso
I'm headed for Mexico, straight for Mexico
After miles and miles of sand
The desert can break a man
I've got my dagger in my hand
O I've been down that road
I've been long gone
I've traveled up from the East out to the West
Now I'm on my way back home
I saw a man on the rails
He'd been riding for years
just killing the pain
with the train and the beers
He was singing a song
it was simple and sad
about the places he'd known
the friends that he'd had
It went:
Ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay
Passing the boneyard
by the old turnpike
heavy memories
and rusted railspikes
on the Erie line
Lackawana below
just singing his song
bout the sorrows hes known
It went:
Ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ay ay ay
The Ballad of Plancho Villa
I’m a hard working man
Just living off the land
In an honest kind of way
I run my business like a locomotive
From Illinois to Minnesota
I pick my flowers every day
That's how I earn my pay
My name is John Chapman
There’s no telling where I’ve been
I’ve lived from shore to shore
And I got what you want if that’s what you’re asking
From New York City out to Nebraska
The people keep coming back for more
Till the police came knocking on my door
‘O let me in’ they said
But it was local not the feds
So baby I don’t got no fear
And without a warrant and without a motive
I jumped in a truck back to Minnesota
To crop my last harvest of the year
But I’ve gotta learn to steer
I woke up to the sound
Of sirens all around
And blood mixed with glass on the tar
But I wouldn’t live life in a cold steel cell
So I picked myself up and I ran like hell
I started running far
Down South to the old Lone Star
And when I finally arrived at last
I’d arrived at Eagle’s Pass
My spirits they were running low
So I ordered up a drop of the doctors orders
Just 10 mile north of the southern border
When the law came from Del Rio
So I crossed into Mexico
Y cuando llegue yo
Me vesti in cuero negro
De pronto un kilo compre
Y no me puse nerviosa
Yo tengo amigos por todas costas
Y cuando la policia ve
Mi pistola yo saque
Escopetazo yo tire
But I wasn’t getting shot that day
Yo apunto para matar
So I fired off a round as a safety warning
Than I left 4 dead that July morning
And I jumped into a stolen car
La mota para motorizar
En la vista por detras
Con navaja nada mas
A Federale’s riding after me
He followed behind in a black gypsy cab
He was wounded in the side and ready for the stab
Yo saque mi machete
I fuckin stabbed him and ran away
Soy traficante
That’s how I earn my pay
Through the desert by the light of the moon
I travel the routes that no one knows
With my bag on my shoulders and my boots on my toes
Over them old sand dunes
Just singing them Hank Senior tunes
“Some folks might say that I’m no good
That I wouldn’t settle down if I could
But when that open road starts to calling me
There’s something over those hills that I just gotta see
Well I know it’s hard, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, he made a ramblin’ man”
And so I do what no one says
As I sit by the Sea of Cortez
I’ve grown rich and wise
And now they call me Plancho Villa
The American king of the Sensamilla
As I lay back and close my eyes
And drink a Tequila Sunrise
Today Out In The Woods
Today out in the woods
The sun was hanging low in the sky like a blazing god of fire
And I listened to the weeping winds sings songs like an ancient choir
Today out in the woods
As darkness fell upon the land and the cold of night prevailed
I followed signs of a lunar path and the future was unveiled
And I heard that lonesome whippoorwill
Today out in the woods
As I came upon a sacred land the winds began to howl
A light rose up from the hallowed earth and I saw the great horned owl
Today out in the woods
As I heard the sound of a future voice make a pained and lonesome cry
I fell to me knees and closed my eyes and I called out to the sky
Kaw-liga is my name and my spirit is tsa-la-gi
Who is this lonesome creature that is calling out to me
Kaw-liga Now that I’ve told you my name
I only ask that you would do the same
I just stood there in amazement as that Indian spoke to me
He threw his head into the sky and shouted in Cherokee
Kaw-liga He would never let it show
He would never answer yes or no
Today out in the woods
I met with an ancient Indian with a heart of knotty pine
He taught me a lonesome melody and it came from a long-gone time
Today out on the town
I walked into an antique store and saw an Indian staring at me
I looked into his wooden eyes and I said ‘who could this be?’
Kaw-liga, he would never let it show
He would never answer yes or no
Wreck Your Soul
Come on down and wreck your soul
I’ll meet you in the middle for your weight in gold
I aint never been to heaven but I’ve been told
It’s like eternity without parole
Up on the mountains too high to climb
You can here the angels sing in perfect time
I’ve been higher than high, I’ve been lower than low
Come on down and wreck your soul
Come on down and wreck your soul
Down in the darkness that’s blacker than coal
You forget about your problems, forget about your goals
Forget about the burdens you were asked to hold
Out in the forests to deep to find
There’s a tree grows to heaven, can you brave the climb?
Stick to the lowgrounds if you pay the toll
Come on down and wreck your soul
Come on down and wreck your soul
Make your way down with a bullet hole
Cause in the depths we don’t got gun control
So put a pistol in your hand, fuck the border patrol
Way down here where the sun don’t shine
What’s yours is yours, what’s mine is mine
And we only trade a half for a whole
Come on down and wreck your soul
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