- The Painter
- No Wonder
- Fallin' Off The Face Of The Earth
- Far From Home
- It's A Dream
- Prairie Wind
- Here For You
- This Old Guitar
- He Was The King
- When God Made Me
THE PAINTER
The painter stood
Before her work
She looked around everywhere
She saw the pictures
and she painted them
picking colors from the air
Green to green
Red to red
Yellow to yellow in the light
Black to black when the evening comes
Blue to blue in the night
It's a long road behind me
It's a long road ahead
If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might get lost.
She towed the line
She held her end up
She did the work of two men
But in the end
She fell down
Before she got up again
I have my friends
eternally
We left our tracks in the sound
Some of them are with me now
Some of them can't be found
It's a long road behind me
And I miss you now
If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might get lost.
Green to green
Red to red
Yellow to yellow in the light
Black to black when the evening comes
The painter stood
Before her work
She looked around everywhere
She saw the pictures
and she painted them
picking colors from the air
Green to green
Red to red
Yellow to yellow in the light
Black to black when the evening comes
Blue to blue in the night
It's a long road behind me
It's a long road ahead
If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might get lost.
She towed the line
She held her end up
She did the work of two men
But in the end
She fell down
Before she got up again
I have my friends
eternally
We left our tracks in the sound
Some of them are with me now
Some of them can't be found
It's a long road behind me
And I miss you now
If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might get lost.
Green to green
Red to red
Yellow to yellow in the light
Black to black when the evening comes
Blue to blue through the night
NO WONDER
See the bluebird fly
easy as a dream
Dipping and bobbing in the sun
Could she be the one
I saw so long ago?
Could she be the one to take me home?
This pasture is green
I'm walking in the sun
It's turning brown
I'm standing in the rain
My overcoat is worn
The pockets are all torn
I'm moving away from the pain
Tick tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
The old church bell
The bride and her love
Seeking guidance from above
Amber waves of grain
bow in the prairie wind
I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again
That song from 9/11
keeps ringing in my head
I'll always remember something Chris Rock said
“Don't send no more candles
no matter what you do”
Then Willie stopped singing
And the prairie wind blew
The grain kept rolling on for miles and miles
The fields of fuel rolling on for miles
Tick tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Tock tock
The fallen soldier bells
The old church on the hill
Still standing when so many fell
Back when I was young
the birds blocked out the sun
Before the great migration south
We only shot a few
They last the winter through
Mother cooked them good and served them up
Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair
Behind a big wooden desk
The caribou he killed mean nothing to him
He took his money just like all the rest
Tick tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
Ring the wedding bells
The bride takes her ring
NO WONDER
See the bluebird fly
easy as a dream
Dipping and bobbing in the sun
Could she be the one
I saw so long ago?
Could she be the one to take me home?
This pasture is green
I'm walking in the sun
It's turning brown
I'm standing in the rain
My overcoat is worn
The pockets are all torn
I'm moving away from the pain
Tick tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
The old church bell
The bride and her love
Seeking guidance from above
Amber waves of grain
bow in the prairie wind
I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again
That song from 9/11
keeps ringing in my head
I'll always remember something Chris Rock said
“Don't send no more candles
no matter what you do”
Then Willie stopped singing
And the prairie wind blew
The grain kept rolling on for miles and miles
The fields of fuel rolling on for miles
Tick tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Tock tock
The fallen soldier bells
The old church on the hill
Still standing when so many fell
Back when I was young
the birds blocked out the sun
Before the great migration south
We only shot a few
They last the winter through
Mother cooked them good and served them up
Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair
Behind a big wooden desk
The caribou he killed mean nothing to him
He took his money just like all the rest
Tick tock
The clock on the wall
No wonder we're losing time
Ring, ring
Ring the wedding bells
The bride takes her ring
And the happy people sing
FALLIN’ OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH
I’d just like to thank you
For all the things you've done
I been thinking about you
I just want to send my love
I send my best to you
That's my message of love
For all the things you did
I can never thank you enough
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
FALLIN’ OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH
I’d just like to thank you
For all the things you've done
I been thinking about you
I just want to send my love
I send my best to you
That's my message of love
For all the things you did
I can never thank you enough
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth
I just want to tell you
You sure mean a lot to me
It may sound simple
But you are the world to me
It's such a precious thing
The time we shared together
I must apologize
For all the troubled times
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
I just want to tell you
You sure mean a lot to me
It may sound simple
But you are the world to me
It's such a precious thing
The time we shared together
I must apologize
For all the troubled times
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
FAR FROM HOME
When I was a growing boy
rocking on my daddy's knee
Daddy took an old guitar and sang
“Bury me on the lone prairie”
My uncle Bob sat at the piano
My girl cousins sang harmony
Those were the good old family times
That left a big mark on me
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky
And then I won't be far from home
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me
'Cause then I won't be far from home
Walking down the trans-Canada highway
I was talking to a firefly
Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee
When another car passed me by
Some day I'm gonna get some money
And buy myself a big old car
Make my way down to the promised land
then I'm gonna really go far
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky
And then I won't be far from home
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me
FAR FROM HOME
When I was a growing boy
rocking on my daddy's knee
Daddy took an old guitar and sang
“Bury me on the lone prairie”
My uncle Bob sat at the piano
My girl cousins sang harmony
Those were the good old family times
That left a big mark on me
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky
And then I won't be far from home
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me
'Cause then I won't be far from home
Walking down the trans-Canada highway
I was talking to a firefly
Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee
When another car passed me by
Some day I'm gonna get some money
And buy myself a big old car
Make my way down to the promised land
then I'm gonna really go far
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky
And then I won't be far from home
Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me
'Cause then I won't be far from home
IT’S A DREAM
In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound
Of the birds outside on the roof
I try to ignore what the paper says
And I try not to read all the news
And I'll hold you if you’ve had a bad dream
And I hope that it never comes true
Because you and I been through so many things together
And the sun starts climbing the roof
It's a dream
only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It’s only a dream
Just a memory
without anywhere to stay
The Red River stills flows through my home town
Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
Swirling around the old bridge pilings
Where a boy fishes the morning away
His bicycle leans on an old tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An airplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out to be fed
It's a dream
only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
only a dream
Just a memory
without anywhere to stay
An old man walks along on the sidewalk
With Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat
Fall winds blow the back of his overcoat away
As he stops with a policeman to chat
And a train rolls out of the station
That was really something in its day
Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails
As it carries its passengers away
It's gone
It’s only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
only a dream
Just a memory
IT’S A DREAM
In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound
Of the birds outside on the roof
I try to ignore what the paper says
And I try not to read all the news
And I'll hold you if you’ve had a bad dream
And I hope that it never comes true
Because you and I been through so many things together
And the sun starts climbing the roof
It's a dream
only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
It’s only a dream
Just a memory
without anywhere to stay
The Red River stills flows through my home town
Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
Swirling around the old bridge pilings
Where a boy fishes the morning away
His bicycle leans on an old tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An airplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out to be fed
It's a dream
only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
only a dream
Just a memory
without anywhere to stay
An old man walks along on the sidewalk
With Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat
Fall winds blow the back of his overcoat away
As he stops with a policeman to chat
And a train rolls out of the station
That was really something in its day
Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails
As it carries its passengers away
It's gone
It’s only a dream
And it's fading now
Fading away
only a dream
Just a memory
without anywhere to stay
PRAIRIE WIND
Trying to remember what my daddy said
Before too much time took away his head
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what daddy said
Prairie wind blowing through my head
I try to tell the people but they never heard a word I say
They say there's nothing out there but wheat fields anyway
Just the farmer's wife hanging laundry in her back yard
Out on the prairie where the winds blow long and hard
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what daddy said
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Late at night, lights dancing in the northern sky
Like the Indian spirits trying to show you how to fly
You can see into the future but it may be a mirage
Like a new car sitting there in your old garage
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what daddy said
There's a place on the prairie where evil and goodness play
Daddy told me all about it but I don't remember what he said
It might be afternoon and it might be the dead of night
But you'll know when you see it 'cause it sure is a hell of a sight
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what my daddy said
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Before too much time took away his head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what my daddy said
PRAIRIE WIND
Trying to remember what my daddy said
Before too much time took away his head
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what daddy said
Prairie wind blowing through my head
I try to tell the people but they never heard a word I say
They say there's nothing out there but wheat fields anyway
Just the farmer's wife hanging laundry in her back yard
Out on the prairie where the winds blow long and hard
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what daddy said
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Late at night, lights dancing in the northern sky
Like the Indian spirits trying to show you how to fly
You can see into the future but it may be a mirage
Like a new car sitting there in your old garage
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what daddy said
There's a place on the prairie where evil and goodness play
Daddy told me all about it but I don't remember what he said
It might be afternoon and it might be the dead of night
But you'll know when you see it 'cause it sure is a hell of a sight
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what my daddy said
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Before too much time took away his head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
He said we're going back and I'll show you what I'm talking about
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Going back to Cypress River, back to the old farmhouse
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Prairie wind blowing through my head
Trying to remember what my daddy said
Prairie wind blowing through my head
HERE FOR YOU
When your summer days come tumbling down
And you find yourself alone
Then you can come back and be with me
Just close your eyes and I'll be there
Listen to the sound
Of this old heart
beating for you
Yes I'd miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
When the winter comes to your new home
With the snowflakes are falling down
Then you can come back and be with me
Just close your eyes and I'll be there
Listen to the sound
Of this old heart
beating for you
Yes I'd miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
In the spring, protective arms surrounded you
In the fall, we let you go your way
Happiness I know will always find you
And when it does, I hope that it will stay
Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
Yes I miss you
HERE FOR YOU
When your summer days come tumbling down
And you find yourself alone
Then you can come back and be with me
Just close your eyes and I'll be there
Listen to the sound
Of this old heart
beating for you
Yes I'd miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
When the winter comes to your new home
With the snowflakes are falling down
Then you can come back and be with me
Just close your eyes and I'll be there
Listen to the sound
Of this old heart
beating for you
Yes I'd miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
In the spring, protective arms surrounded you
In the fall, we let you go your way
Happiness I know will always find you
And when it does, I hope that it will stay
Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you
I'll always be
I'll always be
Here for you
THIS OLD D GUITAR
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
Just taking care of it now
It's been around for years and years
Just waiting in its old case
It's been up and down the country roads
It's brought a tear and a smile
It's seen its share of dreams and hopes
And never went out of style
The more I play it, the better it sounds
It cries when I leave it alone
Silently it waits for me
Or someone else I suppose
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar has caught some breaks
But it’s never searched for gold
It can't be blamed for my mistakes
It only does what it's told
It's been a messenger in times of trouble
In times of hope and fear
When I get drunk and seeing double
It jumps behind the wheel and steers
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's mine to play for a while
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's only mine for a while
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
THIS OLD D GUITAR
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
Just taking care of it now
It's been around for years and years
Just waiting in its old case
It's been up and down the country roads
It's brought a tear and a smile
It's seen its share of dreams and hopes
And never went out of style
The more I play it, the better it sounds
It cries when I leave it alone
Silently it waits for me
Or someone else I suppose
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar has caught some breaks
But it’s never searched for gold
It can't be blamed for my mistakes
It only does what it's told
It's been a messenger in times of trouble
In times of hope and fear
When I get drunk and seeing double
It jumps behind the wheel and steers
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's mine to play for a while
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's only mine for a while
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar
HE WAS THE KING
The last time I saw Elvis
He was shooting at a color TV
The phones were ringing in the pink motel
And the rest is history
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was singing a gospel song
You could tell he had the feeling
And the whole world sang along
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was up on the silver screen
Pushing a plow in a black and white movie
And everybody started to scream
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
It was some kind of Vegas dream
Spotlights flashed on a silver cape
And a blue-haired lady screamed
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was fronting a three-piece band
Rocking on the back of a flatbed truck
With an old guitar in his hand
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
The last time I saw Elvis
HE WAS THE KING
The last time I saw Elvis
He was shooting at a color TV
The phones were ringing in the pink motel
And the rest is history
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was singing a gospel song
You could tell he had the feeling
And the whole world sang along
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was up on the silver screen
Pushing a plow in a black and white movie
And everybody started to scream
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
It was some kind of Vegas dream
Spotlights flashed on a silver cape
And a blue-haired lady screamed
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was fronting a three-piece band
Rocking on the back of a flatbed truck
With an old guitar in his hand
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
The last time I saw Elvis
He was riding in a pink Cadillac
Wind was blowing through his hair
And he never did look back
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was singing a gospel song
You could tell that he had the feeling
And the whole world sang along
He was the King
He was the King
Wind was blowing through his hair
And he never did look back
He was the King
The last time I saw Elvis
He was singing a gospel song
You could tell that he had the feeling
And the whole world sang along
He was the King
He was the King
He was the King
WHEN GOD MADE ME
Was he thinkin' about my country
Or the color of my skin?
Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion
And the way I worshipped him?
Did he create just me in his image
Or every living thing?
When God made me
When God made me
Was he planning only for believers
Or for those who just had faith?
Did he envision all the wars
That were fought in his name?
Did he think there was only one way
To be close to him?
When God made me
When God made me
Did he give us the gift of love
To say who we could choose?
When God made me
When God made me
WHEN GOD MADE ME
Was he thinkin' about my country
Or the color of my skin?
Was he thinkin' 'bout my religion
And the way I worshipped him?
Did he create just me in his image
Or every living thing?
When God made me
When God made me
Was he planning only for believers
Or for those who just had faith?
Did he envision all the wars
That were fought in his name?
Did he think there was only one way
To be close to him?
When God made me
When God made me
Did he give us the gift of love
To say who we could choose?
When God made me
When God made me
When God made me
When God made me
Did he give me the gift of voice
So some could silence me?
Did he give me the gift of vision
Not knowing what I might see?
Did he give me the gift of compassion
To help my fellow man?
When God made me
Did he give me the gift of voice
So some could silence me?
Did he give me the gift of vision
Not knowing what I might see?
Did he give me the gift of compassion
To help my fellow man?
When God made me
When God made me
When God made me
When God made me
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