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Written by Robert Johnson

Well I got stones in my passway
And my road is black as night
Yeah I got stones in my passway
And my road is black as night
I got some pains in my heart
And they steal my appetite

Well I got a bird to whistle
I got a bird to sing
Yes I got a bird to whistle
I got a bird to sing
I got a woman that Iím lovin'
But she donít mean a thing

Well you try to take my life
All my money too
I said to ya baby
What you tryin' to do
I said please
Hey! Let us be friends
You hear me howliní in your passway
Baby please let me in

Well I got three legs to walk on
Baby, please donít block my road
Yes I got three legs to walk on
Baby, please donít block my road
All of my friends have betrayed me
And Iím booked and I got to go




Written by Son House

I got a letter this morning, what you reckon it read
ďHurry, hurry, the woman you love is deadĒ
I got a letter this morning, what you reckon it read
It said, ďHurry, hurry, the woman you love is deadĒ

So I grabbed up my suitcase, head out down the road
When I got there, she was lyiní out on the cooling board
I grabbed up my suitcase, and I head out down the road
When I got there, she was laid out on that cooling board

Well I walked up right close, looked down on her face
Said ďGood God gal, you gotta stay here Ďtil Judgment DayĒ
Well I walked right up, and I looked down right on her face
I said ďGood God, old gal, you gotta lay here Ďtil Judgment DayĒ

Well it looked like to me ten thousand people standing Ďround
I didnít know I loved her Ďtil the sun went down
It looked like to me ten thousand people standing Ďround the burial ground
You know I didnít know I loved her Ďtil they laid her body down

I said, Lord have mercy
Come o with my soul
I wonít miss treat no body for my weight in gold
I said God have mercy on this man wicked soul
You know I wouldnít mistreat nobody for my weigh in gold

Well I put my arms up and I swore to
I said, ďFarewell, honey, Iíll see you Judgment DayĒ
Aww yeah, and then I walked away
I said, ďFarewell, farewell, farewell, Iíll see you on Judgment DayĒ

You know I didnít feel so bad Ďtil the sun went down
Didnít have nobody to throw my arms around
I didnít feel so bad until I saw the sun go down
You know, I didnít have a soul to put my arms around

I love you baby, like I love myself
But if you wonít have me, you wonít have nobody else
I love you honey, better than I did myself
But if you wonít have me, you wonít have nobody else

ĎCause you know love will make you do things you donít want to
Sometimes love will make you feel so sad and blue
You know, itís hard to love somebody when they donít love you
No, thereís no satisfaction, none, no matter what you might do

I said, hush I thought I heard her call my name
It sounds so loud, it sounds so plain.
I said hush




Written by Woody Guthrie

Johnny Hart, he was a desperate little man
Carried a razor and a pistol every day
Cut down a man on the free state line
You shouldíve seen Johnny Hart gettiní away, oh Lord
Seen Johnny Hart gettiní away

Johnny Hart made a run for the free state line
There he thought heíd be free
The man came walkiní and grabbed him by the arm
Sayiní Johnny come along with me, poor boy
Johnny come along with me

Johnny Hart, he wrote his mom and dad
Sayiní come here and go my bail
But money wonít go his murdering charge
So they laid Johnny Hart back in jail, oh Lord
They laid Johnny Hart back in jail

Now the first one to visit Johnny Hart in jail
Was a girl with a rag on her head
Said Iíd never thought Iíd see you in that jail
I believe Iíd rather see you dead, Johnny Hart
I believe Iíd rather see you dead

Now the next one to visit Johnny Hart in jail
Was his loving wife she was so brave
Said Iíd rather to see you in your winding sheet
Than to see you on that long rattling chain, dear God
Than to see you on that long rattling chain

Johnny Hart, he stood in his jail cell
And a tear ran down his eye
Said Iíve been the death of many a deputy sheriff
My six gun has never told a lie, no Lord
My six-gun has never told a lie

Hey Hey
Well Iíve run to the east, Iíve run to the west
Iíve run just as far as I can
If I ever get loose from this ball and chain
Iím gonna make it to the free state line, dear God
Make it to the free state line

You got guards to the east, guards to the west
You got guards this whole world round
But before Iíll be a slave Iíll rot in your grave
You can take me to my hanginí ground, Mr. Jailer
Take me to my hanginí ground




Written by Hoagy Carmichael and Paul Francis Webster

Baltimore Oriole
Took a look at the mercury, forty below
No life for a lady
To be dragginí her feathers around in the snow
Leaviní me blue, off she flew
To the Tangipahoa
Where a two-timiní jaybird
Met the divine Miss O

Iíd like to ruffle his plumage
Baltimore Oriole
Messed around with that big guy
Ďtil he singed her wings
Forgiving is easy itís a woman like, now and then
Could happen to sing

Send her back home
Home ainít home without her warbling
How she could sing
Make a lonely man happy, Baltimore Oriole

Send her back home
Home ainít home without her warbling
How she could sing
Make a lonely man happy, Baltimore Oriole

Come down off that bough
Fly back home to your daddy now

Baltimore Oriole




Written by Dicky Doo A.K.A. Dave Allard and Marion Smith

I read your letter darling
Tears filled my eyes
All of the promises you made
Were nothing but lies
So I turned your photograph over
Face to the wall
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall

(Chorus)
Teardrops will fall tonight
Tears I canít hide
Tears that Iíd rather keep deep down inside
Tears from a love thatís gone
Beyond these walls
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall

Iím gonna pray tonight baby
Hopiní you will hear
And maybe youíll right all those wrongs
And dry each tear
I sit alone tonight
Hopiní you will call
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall

(Chorus)
Teardrops will fall tonight
Tears I canít hide
Tears that Iíd rather keep deep down inside
Tears from a love thatís gone
Beyond these walls
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall

(Chorus)
Teardrops will fall tonight
Tears I canít hide
Tears that Iíd rather keep deep down inside
Tears from a love thatís gone
Beyond these walls
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
When I dim the light in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall




Traditional with Revised Lyrics Written by John Mellencamp

Diamond Joe come get me
Diamond Joe come get me
Diamond Joe where you find me
Diamond Joe
Well I got up this morning before the rising sun
I thought I heard him call my name, but I saw no one
Thereís some up in those buildings and some out on the farm
Some have gone to the graveyard and some are heading home

(Chorus)
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, come and get me, Diamond Joe

The minutes feel like hours, the hours feel like days
Sometimes the dog will stay at home, sometimes heíll run away
If I donít go crazy, Iím bound to lose my mind
I canít see nothing breaking, boys, nothing but a long sight line

(Chorus)
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, come and get me, Diamond Joe

Well I donít come from the city and I ainít gonna work on this farm
Seems like every place I go wants to do me some harm
So go tell Aunt Mary and my Uncle Jones
Every time that you see me crying, thatís my train fare home

(Chorus)
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, come and get me, Diamond Joe

(Chorus)
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, come and get me
Diamond Joe, yeah come and get me, Diamond Joe




Written by Sylvia Dee and Arthur Kent

Why does the sun go on shining
Why does the sea rush to shore
Donít they know itís the end of the world
ĎCause you donít love me anymore

Why do the birds go on singing
Why do the stars shine above
Donít they know itís the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everythingís the same as it was
I canít understand, no I canít understand
How life goes on the way it does

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everythingís the same as it was
I canít understand, no I canít understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
Donít they know itís the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye
Donít they know itís the end of the world
It ended when you said goodbye




Written by Willie Dixon

Yeah
Meet me at the bottom
Bring me them runniní shoes
Hey you can meet me at the bottom
Bring me them runniní shoes
Iíll be cominí out the window
I got no time to lose

You see me streakiní by
Hey I cannot be late
You see me streakiní by
Please donít let me be late
Iím moviní, moviní
ĎCause my life is at stake

Somebody told me
Her old man donít shoot no blanks
Somebody told me
Her old man wonít be shootiní no blanks
Donít want to be bleeding
All over those olí river banks

Hey
I hope you see me
When I come streakiní by
I hope you see me
When I come streakiní by
Bad olí man and Iím too young to die
Bad olí man and Iím too young to die
She got that mean olí man
And Iím too young to die



9.  Lafayette

Written by Lucinda Williams

Oh my sweet Lafayette
How Iím gonna miss you
You feel so good, Lafayette
Now Iíve come back to greet you
Tell all my friends
Iíve come back again
I couldnít stay away
I was gone only a day
But Iím coming back
To my sweet Lafayette

Iím goiní down Lafayette
I donít care how long Iím gone
Itís hard to leave you, Lafayette
Now I know where I belong
When that sweet fiddle sounds
And Clifton gets down
Music sounds so good to me
I might just dance until three
When I get back
To my sweet Lafayette

Oh those girls, Lafayette
Smiliní so pretty
Those sweet girls, Lafayette
Sure think the world of me
Danced all night long
To a sweet Cajun song
Drinkiní and jiviní Ďtil dawn
I could dance on and on
Doiní a two step
In my sweet Lafayette

Take me back, Lafayette
Way down on the bayou
Here I am, Lafayette
And Iím gonna hang around
Eatiní that gumbo
And rolliní and tumbliní
Do crazy things every night
Soon Iíll be feeliní alright
When I get back
To my sweet Lafayette
When I get back
To my sweet Lafayette




Written by Kansas Joe McCoy and Memphis Minnie McCoy

Police cominí with a ball and chain
Oooh-ooh
Police cominí with a ball and chain
Accusing me of murder
I never hurt no one

Well some got six months, some got one solid year
Oooh-ooh
Some got six months, some got one solid year
Take a look at me baby I got a lifetime here

Well lawyer pleaded, clerk he wrote it down
Oooh-ooh
Lawyer pleaded, clerk he wrote it down
When the judge passed my sentence
I was Joliet bound

Well police shoot the gun, pain all in my side
Oooh-ooh
Police shoot the gun, pain all in my side
If you run with me, baby, you know youíre bound to die

Heya
You wanna quit me baby, first thing you wanna do
Oooh-ooh
You gonna quit me baby, first thing you wanna do
Someday you gonna want me
And hey I wonít want you

When they had my trial, you could not be found
Oooh-ooh
Had my trial, you could not be found
Yeah, I got all messed up
Now Iím Joliet bound
Hey




Traditional

Tell me whoís that writiní
Tell me whoís that writiní
Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
He wrote the book on the seven seals

You know God walked down in the cool of the day
Called Adam by his name
He refused to answer
ĎCause he was naked and ashamed, yeah
Naked and ashamed

Whoís that writin
Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
He wrote the book on the seven seals

You know Christ had twelve apostles (oh yes he did)
And three he led away
He said watch with me one hour
As I go yonder to pray

Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
He wrote the book on the seven seals

You know that Christ came on Easter morning
Mary and Martha were there to see
Go tell my disciples to meet me in Galilee
And when he looked around
He saw feet just like brass
They tell me eyes like fire, head like steel
And voices singiní
Take me higher, Take me higher
a singin'
Take me higher Take me higher
a singin'
Take me higher Take me higher

Tell me whoís that writiní
Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
Tell me whoís that writiní
John the Revelator
He wrote the book on the seven seals




Traditional with Revised Lyrics Written by John Mellencamp

Eight years of peace and prosperity
Scandal in the White House
An election is what we need
From coast to coast to Washington

So America voted on a president
No one kept count
On how the election went
From Florida to Washington

Goddamn, said one side
And the other said the same
Both looked pretty guilty
But no one took the blame
From coast to coast to Washington

So a new man in the White House
With a familiar name
Said he had some fresh ideas
But itís worse now since he came
From Texas to Washington

And he wants to fight with many
And he says itís not for oil
He sent out the National Guard
To police the world
From Baghdad to Washington

What is the thought process
To take a human life
What would be the reason
To think that this is right
From heaven to Washington
From Jesus Christ to Washington




ALBUM CREDITS:

Andy York: National Guitar, Acoustic Guitars, Bass
Mike Wanchic: Mandolin, Acoustic and Electric Guitars
Dane Clark: Cocktail Kit, Drums, Percussion
Miriam Sturm: Violin and Viola
Michael Ramos: Accordion, Field Organ, Hammond B-3
Toby Myers: Upright Bass
Pat Peterson: Background Vocals, Tambourine
Courtney Kaiser: Background Vocals, Washboard
Heather Headley: Background Vocals
Janas Hoyt: Background Vocals
Michael Clark: Pedal Steel
T. Blade: Kazoo

PRODUCTION CREDITS:

Produced by: John Mellencamp
Recorded at Belmont Mall, Nashville, IN from February 10 to February 29, 2003
Engineered by: Ray Kennedy and Paul Mahern
Assistant Engineer: Scott Davis
Technical Engineers: Mike Stucker and Ross Alexander
Mixed by: Paul Mahern, Mike Wanchic and John Mellencamp at Belmont Mall, March 2003
Mastered by: Bob Ludwig at Gateway Mastering & DVD, Portland, ME
Photography by: Elaine Mellencamp
Hand Lettering: John Mellencamp
Design: George Corsillo/Design Monsters

This album was dedicated to:
Timothy White 1952 - 2002 and to Laura Mellencamp
"Life is short, even in its Longest days"

 

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