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Find My Way
04:00
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Find My Way
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI & Gwil Owen, Turgid Tunes admin Bluewater BMI)
When the night comes creeping,
And my family’s sleeping
I slip out and take a ride
No destination, no woman waiting
Just a rage inside my mind
I’m feeling things I don’t understand
Baby can you sympathize
til I find my way
baby til I find my way
I think I’ll drive down to the river
Stare out at the lights of town
Sometimes a man will walk that bridge
Just to lay his lonesome down
I’m coming back home tonight
I’m just taking the long way around
til I find my way
baby, til I find my way
There’s hawks on my fence,
snakes in the grass
Change is a burning, blurring line
World’s got me crazy,
can you tell me baby
Why the cure’s always the compromise
There’s what you want, and what you need
What ties you down, what sets you free
til I find my way
baby, til I find my way
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Crowville
02:56
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Crowville
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
Red wing bird splits the sky
Green grows wild on the highway side
Just like they know you,
Folks wave from the wheel
Cars passing
Crowville
Out in the field,
outside the wall
Coyotes coming,
hear ‘em call
Running on hunger and free will
Gone in the morning
Crowville
Little jambox blares from the ground
Preacher’s voice like a tearing sound
The Lord’s at hand and the devil’s on the kill
Way down there
Crowville
Charles Ray, he’s long gone
Ms. Martha carries on
I hear us laughing with him still—
Hand slaps the table
Crowville
Red wing bird splits the sky
Green grows wild on the highway side
Just like they know you,
Folks wave from the wheel
Cars passing
Crowville
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Fire at the End of the World
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
Me and Billy, seventeen
Sitting in class, feeling bored and mean
In came the teacher, said we had a guest
She introduced the sheriff,
and put off the test
He talked about pot, how folks grew their own
Statistics were given, slides were shown
Pills, powders, LSD
I found out what all that would do to me
Around here things stay pretty slow
Hound dogs sleep in the middle of the road
Gotta shuck the oyster to find the pearl
And I heard about a fire at the end of the world
Didn’t know what we were doing, but we were gonna get it done
Headed down Louisiana highway 1
Life’s a magazine; the pages start to curl
Down there by the fire at the end of the world
Drove straight south til the road met the water
Split a half a gram, & a hit of good blotter
Every bit of evidence was gone
Sitting on the hood feeling it coming on
There it was, a gold flame in the black velvet sky
Over the refinery so wild and high
That’s when a parish deputy appeared
Asked what we were doing down there
He stared at Billy, he stared at me
I mumbled something about what we came to see
I give the devil neither the credit or the blame
I was just down there looking for that flame
Sometimes you just want things to tilt and shine—
Change it up a little bit inside your mind.
You gotta shuck the oyster to find the pearl
I heard about a fire at the end of the world
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Joey and Clara
02:25
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Joey & Clara
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
Joey, Clara calls from the sidewalk dawn
won’t you come out and run all day long
I know where the berries hang heavy on a thick sticker bush
Sweet as sugar way back in the woods
Bring yourself a bucket and we’ll have some fun
Back where the ghosts and the wild things run
I got sandwiches and chewing gum
Oh come now joey or you won’t get none
Runnin’, Joey comes jumpin’ down the front porch stairs
Clara like a woman with her hands on her hips
“Took ya long enough”
Over the Brambles underneath barbed wire
Round the ashes of the old campfire
Chandler’s fence took a piece of her dress
Old tennis shoes in the dew turn wet
Joey and clara, la la la la
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Gloryland
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Gloryland
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
You might be a preacher
Broadcasting on a satellite
Miss Mamie's looking for an answer
Watches your program every night
Diamonds shine from your praying hands
She sends you all the money she has
Just to feel a little closer
A little closer to gloryland
You might be the president
Take a lot of power in your hands
Bend the laws to your advantage
Drive your armies to a foreign land
You say your cause is just
Lie only if you must
Just to keep them believing
They're on their way to gloryland
People keep believing, people keep deceiving
Am I my brother's keeper?
Am I my brother's keeper?
You might be a young man
Out of work in a war-torn town
Streets you walked as a smiling child
Are blown to rubble, death and infidels all around
You're drinking thirst, eating hunger
Praying to the east, and the mullah
Is the only one you can trust
Who gives himself in sacrifice
Passes the gate to paradise . . .
You walk into the market, cool wind across your face
Virgin visions in your head & a bomb strapped to your waist
Because it's all waiting there, somewhere far from here
It's all waiting there, out there somewhere
In gloryland
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Heart’s Not in It
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI & Gwil Owen, Turgid Tunes admin Bluewater BMI)
I've played this bar a hundred times
Same four walls, same old lines
The show goes on when they dim the lights
I
play my part, but my heart's not in it tonight
Play a couple of fast ones, then we take a break
Somebody buys a round for old times' sake
Guess she looks familiar, I try to be polite
But it's hard, ‘cause my heart's not in it tonight
Sometimes I get this feeling
All I'm doing is spinning my wheels
I just want to stop for a minute
Just until my heart's back in it
The crowd's all gone, but you're still here
What you want is all too clear
The line's so fine between wrong and right
We could step right over, but my heart's not in it tonight
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Down to the Well
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI & Colin Linden, Colin Linden Music, Warner Chappell SOCAN)
Mud-colored dogs guarding shotgun shacks
A red door on a green Cadillac
Hot wind blowing smoke through graveyard streets
A face I recognize looking right through me
Ain’t goin’ down to the well no more
Believe I’ve had my fill
I worked that ground til I done got sore
Ain’t goin’ back down to the well
You played that dive twenty some-odd years
With the faith and whiskey you killed your fear
I remember the night you broke down to the core
Threw that black Stratocaster through a plate-glass door
Ain’t goin’ down to the well no more
Believe I’ve had my fill
I worked that ground til I done got sore
Ain’t goin’ back down to the well
See that woman in the corner, brother, she knows
Every inch of my body, every mile of my soul
We used to shake ‘em on down til the blazin’ day
What’s she doin here tonight watching me that way
Ain’t goin’ down to the well no more
Believe I’ve had my fill
I worked that ground til I done got sore
Ain’t goin’ back down to the well
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Jimmy Reed is the King of Rock n’Roll
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
Dark sunglasses, sharkskin suit, standing in the
Broken glass of East Dubuque
On a Sunday morning
On a Sunday morning
You ramble and you tamble, it’s a rotgut town
Lose your mind til it can’t be found
Now your head is burning
And your heart is yearning
Jimmy Reed is the king of rock n’roll
Jimmy Reed is the king of rock n’roll
Down to Ottumwa, layin’ up in that room
Light bulb flickin’ its tongue at you
And the hours passing
And the hours passing
Jimmy Reed is the king of rock n’roll
Jimmy Reed is the king of rock n’roll
Dark sunglasses , sharkskin suit, standing in the
Broken glass of East Dubuque
On a Sunday morning
On a Sunday morning
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8. |
Gatling Gun
04:25
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Gatling Gun
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
If I had a rocket ship and a Gatling gun
I’d fly all the way up to the sun
Shoot it full of holes til I put out the light
Fall back to the ocean and call it a night
Gonna call John Henry help build me a railroad
Straight through the coal mines, pick up a big load
Dig a hole to China, ride it on down
Keep sinking low til I come out on higher ground
I still see her there
How the river wind plays her hair
Gold in fallen light
Right by my side
I could take a razor to my blank stare
Bleed out every memory of her in there
Toss my eyes like dice into the sky
But I’d come up empty, still asking why
I still see her there
How the river wind plays her hair
Gold in fallen light
On the levee by my side
Giving me her time
The wild meadow of her mind
The bloom of her soft kiss
Why can’t it stay like this
And nothing less?
These days nothing stays the same
But my tongue remembers the shape of her name
Love is free and free to roam
But I can’t quit no matter how far away she goes
I still see her there
How the river wind plays her hair
Gold in fallen light
On the levee by my side
Giving me her time
The wild meadow of her mind
The bloom of her soft kiss
Why can’t it stay like this
And nothing less?
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Following A Sign
05:40
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Following a Sign
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
I stood up in church one Sunday prophesyin’ a storm to come
I stood up in church one Sunday prophesyin’ a storm to come
Monday morning lightnin’ stuck the doubters dumb
When the preacher kicked me out
Threw a thumb up for a ride
$20 bill in my bible
Watchin’ them cars just blow on by
I keep holding on to the sweet divine
Get there how I can
Following a sign
Meridian to Memphis, like a dog in the back of a truck
Meridian to Memphis, ridin’ like a dog in the back of a truck
Through a stranger’s kindness, saw St. Louis from a bus
There’s tuna fish and crackers pocket knife in a calico skirt
Blade it came out shinin’ when that boy tried to feel up under my shirt
I keep holdin’ on to the sweet divine
Get there how I can following a sign
Ever since I can remember I’ve seen angels in the air
Heard voices in the wind
Grace is everywhere
Chicago December
South Cicero somewhere
Chicago December
South Cicero somewhere
ask a lady in a doorway
Is anybody sick in there
She led me to a room
Daughter lay shakin’ on the bed
Sweat poured off my hands when I laid ‘em upon her head
And I prayed like I pray In every town I’m driftin’ through
She just brlinked three times and stood up well as me or you
I keep holdin’ on to the sweet divine
Get there how I can following a sign
Chicago December South Cicero somewhere
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Goodnight Brownie Ford
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Goodnight Brownie Ford
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
The old man’s face
A map of scars
Straw Stetson brim
Half Comanche
They called him Brownie
For his Indian skin
I met him once
In a cafe
In my hometown
In a corner singing
Black Jack David,
Don’t Let the Deal Go Down
We called him back for more
Goodnight Brownie Ford
Just a kid
Breaking horses
Working wild west shows
Rope and leather
Cards and money
Learning fast how the old song goes
Declared me dead twice, he said
But I never was that far gone
Yeah that saddle bronc dragged me to the gates of heaven
I couldn’t stay down long
Dying ain’t what living’s for
I snuck out that hospital ward
Goodnight Brownie Ford
Played his guitar
From here to far
Woodsmoke and campfire songs
Float up to the stars til the night is gone
I remember talking to him
More likely, he was talking to me--
Saying “Don’t let ‘em mess with your music
If you go to Tennessee”
As the fire flared and died
From his cigarette
And he looked me in the eye to ask
A riddle with his next breath--
All the free advice I could afford
Got in his car and closed the door
Goodnight Brownie Ford
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Rest Your Head
04:02
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Rest Your Head
(©Kevin Gordon, Little Rain Music BMI)
Stars above the clouds tonight that I can’t see
Pictures swirling up in my head say what you mean to me
You're a thousand miles away
You get tired this time of day
That bad feeling ain’t all it seems
Baby rest your weary head and dream
Work is good but wants to steal away our time
Hours and frustrations lead to nothing but
Paper dollars and thin dimes
It’s here and then it’s gone
So we labor on
Polished shoes and Listerine
Baby rest your weary head and dream
Rest a while
Hear that laughing river flow
When I find it I’ll follow it
As far as it goes
Cool wind in the shadow of a redwood tree
I can’t see that bird but I’m a fool to think
it’s singing just for me
Whippoorwill or mockingbird,
Lonesome song ain’t got no words
But I think I know what it means
Baby rest your weary head and dream
Rest a while
Hear that laughing river flow
When I find it I’ll follow it
As far as it goes
And that bad feeling ain’t all it seems
Baby rest your weary head and dream
Baby rest your weary head
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Julie Christensen Albuquerque, New Mexico
Julie Christensen’s story is woven into decades of Roots Music. A veteran of Leonard Cohen’s bands, she co-fronts post- punk rockers Divine Horsemen, which rebooted to release new work in 2021. While the pandemic was still going on, Julie moved from Nashville to NM and began the 2+ year process of recording "The Price We Pay for Love," out 4/14/2023 on WireBird Records. ... more
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