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say grace
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she was almost out of high school when she left home
got a job in an office
she answered the phone
her boss was a creep
he wouldn’t leave her alone she had to go
middle of that mess she met a fine young man
they rolled into houston in a chevrolet van louisiana tags
a beautiful band of gold they carried each other so long
but they drifted apart never really went wrong
married too young both moved along ciest la vi
she starts every day just fine
then she hears that voice same place same time
her mother is in the mirror with the same old lines to say
she says
you know better baby
say grace
don’t even try
you can’t take your brother’s place don’t even try
don’t give me that face any more
so where does the time go
there is gray in her hair
she sits at her dressing table
in a wrought iron chair
wears a tarry cloth robe
with a tear
when she is alone
the tv says war in the holy land
she looks at the wrinkles on the
back of her hand
rubs her finger where she wore a wedding band she looks away
precious savior
she remembers a hymn it is a hymn
she never liked
she goes to the gym goes to work dinner with a friend falls asleep
with the tv on
you know better baby
say grace
don’t even try
you can’t take your brothers place don’t even try
don’t give me that face anymore
say grace baby you know how
all these years even now s
tand up mother take a bow
cause you still make her cry
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The Tattooed Woman
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the tattooed woman sleeps in my bed
the ink is dry
the dogs are fed
the moon is safe
her face is red
the tattooed woman
sleeps in my bed
her hair is black
her skin is white
she’s pulled the sheets around her tight i wish i had the right
to comfort her as a husband might
rain is coming that’s how it feels
now i lay me down to sleep
the lord out wandering with his sheep oh so many souls to keep
now i lay me down to sleep
rain is coming that’s how it feels
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The sweeping up the heart, and putting love away - dickinson
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Road Crew
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Sunday morning
road crew in the rain
bill boards
beer cans
the street cleaners block my lane they are sweeping up the hearts that is what they say
they are sweeping up the hearts putting love away
flag man so go slow or double fines
radio talk show flashing signs
for brake shops
for batteries
for new and rebuilt parts
guys in hard hats sweeping up the hearts
they are sweeping up the hearts that is what they say
they are sweeping up the hearts
putting love away
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Migrants
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it is not that far
the smuggler said
walk north one day across la cabeza prieta
keep walking to interstate eight
they walked that day
the next
the next
the water ran out one by one ay mijitos
they looked like dried leaves scattered in the sun
Oh My Dear We are Lost
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it is so far away
from the lowlands of veracruz to the desert north of sonora
where they strung out in ones and twos they got twelve lines
in a midwestern paper
on the pages with the ads for shoes
fourteen men got lost in the desert they were migrants
they got twelve lines of news
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pull together my brothers the devil passes
how we burn
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they got twelve lines
in a midwestern paper
on the pages with the ads for shoes they were migrants
they got twelve lines of news
oh my dear ones we are lost
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White Heat
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that’s what you get
you dirty copper
little jimmy cagney said
there are thirteen rounds in the hopper
then the cops made jimmy dead
copper penny for your thoughts
copper jacket full of lead
they wanted little jimmy cagney dead
thats what you get you dirty copper
you get thirteen rounds in the hopper mama mama how he yelled
told them coppers he could fly
from the gasoline tank when he got nailed yelling you dirty rats
it is one big lie
the crowd yelled back
fly jimmy fly
all the excitement everybody got high
mama mama how he yelled
from the gasoline tank when he got nailed
where have you gone my love
now that i have found my way
where have you gone my love
now that I am old and gray
bells are ringing choirs are singing
step out in the field
if you are looking for trouble man you can find it
but come out swinging
out in the field the farmers burning the stubble
out in the field people living in the rubble
but only come out if you are looking for trouble bells are ringing
choirs are singing
you get what you want
but come out swinging
where have you gone my love
now that i have found my way
where have you gone my love now that I am old and gray
thats what you get
little jimmy cagney said thirteen rounds
in the hopper
then the cops made jimmy dead
copper penny for your thoughts copper jacket full of lead
they wanted little jimmy cagney dead
that’s what you get
you dirty copper
you get thirteen rounds in the hopper
mama mama how he yelled told them coppers
you go to hell
where have you gone my love
now that i have found my way
where have you gone my love
now that I am old and gray
Ditch
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i am crawling back down in the ditch today
got a crazy ass wife
a baby on the way
glad i got work
glad i got pay
crawling back down in the ditch today
the crew’s a bunch of stoners the boss is a shit
be a miracle if one of us does not get hit
by a ton of pipe
on a cheap ass chain swinging round the sky
in this pouring ass rain
i am crawling back down in the ditch today
got a crazy ass wife
a baby on the way
glad i got work
glad i got pay
crawling back down in the ditch today
my crazy ass wife nutty as her brother
supposed to marry rich according to her mother
supposed to marry up now she is knocked up down
by a poor man wrestling a pipe in the ground
i am crawling back down in the ditch today got a crazy ass wife
a baby on the way
glad i got work
glad i got pay
crawling back down in the ditch today
my wife god bless her and for what it is worth
thinks she and taylor swift
were twins at birth
separated at birth
earth to wife
wife to earth
i am crawling back down in the ditch today
got a crazy ass wife
a baby on the way
glad i got work
glad i got pay
crawling back down in the ditch today
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interlude
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Isn't Love Great
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there is a beautiful woman
she walks with a limp
he calls her his princess
calls her his gimp
she calls him her fat man
calls him her pimp
she teaches first graders got a beautiful limp
isn’t love great isn’t love grand
she touches his face
he holds her hand
isn’t love great
isn’t love grand
for years they’ve been married not one day of trouble
got two happy boys
good luck
daily double
love to dance with each other
say they live in a bubble
go to church twice a week
not one day of trouble
isn’t love great isn’t love grand
she touches his face
he holds her hand isn’t love great isn’t love grand
glory hallelujah
my sisters and my brothers she wears fishnet
he wears leather
when the boys are at his mothers
there is a beautiful woman
she walks with a limp
he calls her is princess
calls her his gimp
she calls him her fat man
calls him her pimp
she teaches first graders got a beautiful limp
isn’t love great isn’t love grand
she touches his face
he holds her hand
isn’t love great
isn’t love grand
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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last... - yeats
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introduction to feast
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Feast
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what rough beast
there are mega blessings a golden fleece
close thine eyes on that rough beast
dues are paid
palms are greased
your neighbors in the neighborhood sufficiently policed
feast
close thine eyes on
that rough beast
i had a dream last night
a woman came to my bed
her hair was made out of light
she said wake up deacon
the time is right wake up deacon
it’s our wedding night
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i had a dream
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what rough beast there are mega blessings a golden fleece
a golden fleece close thine eyes on that rough beast
feast, feast close thine eyes on that rough beast
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Sweet Hour of Prayer
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sweet hour of prayer
that calls me from this world of care
that calls me from this world of care
Panhandle Winter
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it’s is a panhandle winter
i hear it may snow
blow a sky full of dirt
back to old mexico
a fresh pane of glass
and one dearborn stove
are not enough to keep out the cold
it’s cold on the prairie
when a blue northern runs
down the canadian past a frail winter sun
with a wind like a combine
in a high plains wheat field
comes down the prairie
like blue tempered steel
the morning sun
falls soft on the bed
on the king james bible
that lies at the head
all this is passing is all she said
all this is passing is all that she said
its cold on the prairie
when a blue northern runs
down the canadian past a frail winter sun
with a wind like a combine
in a high plains wheat field
comes down the prairie
like blue tempered steel
a windbreak a windbreak
i want no more cold heartache
like a horse turn my back to the wind
a warm heart a warm house
not a wind burned prairie farm house
good whiskey
the smile of a friend
it’s a panhandle winter
I hear it may snow
blow a sky full of dirt
back to old mexico
a fresh pane of glass
one dearborn stove
are not enough to keep out the cold
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Go in Peace
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zip un zip snap un snap
hook un hook
strap un strap
button by button
all of her clothes fall down
candlelight to canvas
red wine to red lips
one bare shoulder
white silk to cream hips
button by button
all of her clothes fall down
all fall down
all fall down
all fall down
all fall down button by button
all of her clothes fall down
lord show me how you hide
in the perfume of this saint
show me how you hide
in the brushes and the paint
show me how you hide
your daughter
from your son
show me how you hide the things that you want done
button by button
all her her clothes fall down
all fall down
all fall Down button by button
all of her clothes fall down
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g o i n p e ac e
go in peace
go in kindness
go in love
go in faith
leave the day
the day behind us day is done
go in grace
let us go
into the dark
not afraid
not alone
let us hope
by some good pleasure safely to
arrive at home
let us hope
by some good pleasure safely to
arrive at home
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Lyrics
Credits
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say grace​
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sam baker: voice and guitar
billy crockett: harmony voice
rick richards: drums
drew pressman: bass
chip dolan: piano
anthony da costa: electric guitar
the tattooed woman
sam baker: voice
rick richards: drums
drew pressman: bass
steve conn: piano
anthony da costa: electric guitar
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road crew
sam baker: voice and guitar
tim lorsch: strings
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migrants
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sam baker: voice and guitar
joel guzman: accordion and harmony voice
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white heat
sam baker: voice and guitar
carrie elkin: second voice
rick richards: drums
drew pressman: bass
chip dolan: piano
anthony da costa: electric guitar
tim lorsch: strings
ditch
sam baker: voice and guitar
john ross silva: percussion
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interlude: the tattooed woman
chip dolan: piano tim lorsch: violin
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isn't love great
sam baker: voice
john ross silva: percussion
lloyd maines: guitar
oliver steck: trumpet
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introduction to feast
steve conn: piano
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feast
sam baker: voice
britt savage: harmony voice
roxie dean: harmony voice
steve conn: piano
mickey grimm: drums
gurf morlix: electric guitar and bass
radoslov lorcovic: accordion
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sweet hour of prayer
chris baker-davies: voice
raina rose: second voice
steve conn: piano
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a panhandle winter
sam baker: voice and guitar
chris baker-davies: second voice
stephen scott baker: pedal steel
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button by button
sam baker: voice
carrie elkin: harmony voice
raina rose: harmony voice
rick richards: percussion
chip dolan: piano
andrew pressman: bass
tim lorsch: strings
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g o i n p ea c e
sam baker: voice and guitar
tim lorsch: cello
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All songs written by Sam Baker with these exceptions:
-t h e t a t t o o e d w o m a n
The melodic bridge and the musical interlude are to the tune of picardy, a french medieval folk melody, dating to the seventeenth century. I learned the melody in the presbyterial church in Itasca as a child. It was used in the hymn let all mortals keep silent
-s w e e t h o u r o f p r a y e r
William b. Bradbury 1816-1868
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-g o i n p e a c e
sam baker (sesac bluelimestone) and liz rose (bmi sony) and inspired by the hymn come thy fount of every blessing words by robert robinson 1732-1790 © 2013 recording: cedar creek, austin texas
lead engineer: john ross silva
additional recording:
steve lorree crabapple downs nanton, alberta
bradley hartman thirteen degrees studio nashville, tn
fred remmert cedar creek recording austin, tx
mix: john ross silva cedar creek recording
master: Jim Wilson Mastering Boulder, CO
production: sam baker except f e a s t by sam baker and tim lorsch