: (Steve Earle) I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man
: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) I was thinking that night about Elvis Day that he died, day that he died I was thinking that night about Elvis Day
: (Bob Dylan) Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron
: (S. Lohan) We went down to the edge of the water You were afraid to go in You said there might be sharks out there in the ocean And I said I'm only
: (R. Shindell) Must've been in late September When last I climbed Reunion Hill I fell asleep on Indian Boulder And dreamed a dream I will not tell
: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the
: (Joe Henry) I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would
: (R. Shindell) Please have a seat. I'm sorry I'm late I know how long you've had to wait I did not forget your documents No time to waste, why not
: (Joan Baez, Sharon Rice, Wally Wilson & Kenny Greenberg) Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of town Long black braids like anchor chains How they
: (S. Lohan) I am not on top of a mountain and I am not under the ground I am not spilling over the edges and I am not easily found I am not in a shelter
: (D. Williams) I never thought you were the letter writing type So now I see the words you chose the way you write So I started to write back about
: (Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the
: (R. Shindell) My name is Eliza I live by the river My daughter Louise Will be three in July If July ever comes It's beginning to feel Like the water
: (Traditional) When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing to my mind Her rosy cheeks, her
: (B. Elders) You say you can't remember this man she can't forget You say that it's been too damn long time to bury the hatchet And if it made a difference
: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one, He courted a damsel fair; O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every
: (Eliza Gilkyson) There's a beautiful Rose ever blooming In the garden of God's love for me; It has filled all the world with its fragrance, It will
: (R. Farina) Come wander quietly and listen to the wind Come here and listen to the sky Come walking high above the rolling of the sea And watch the