WHY DID I WASTE SO MUCH TIME Took me so long to get here A false startin’ lover for years Just couldn’t find the right gears ( in last verse.. "just couldn’t shake all my fears") REFRAIN: Why did I waste so much time…movin’ in circles of rhyme… Committin’ the same petty crime….why did I waste so much time? Maybe I lacked the right dream…without discipline, I careened. Always startin’ over , it seemed…Why did I waste so much time? Like I was lost in a fog….repeatin’ the same silly blog Again and again I’d get bogged Made me feel like a dog And you know you’d have to be blind..to repeat this so many times Why did I waste so much time? Why did I waste so much time? Found my dream lover one night…. Finally I got it just right….broke out of that spiralin’ plight But why did I Waste so much time? Why did I waste so much time? (repeat 1st verse and Refrain)

THEY JUST KEEP BELIEVIN' IN THE LIES He don’t care what they say….he’s gonna go on and do it anyway He don’t care what we might do..he’s gonna keep a- wreckin’ it like a tire that blew. You might think that he’s just a- jokin’…but he’s gonna go ahead and divide us, till it’s all broken . CHORUS Cause they’ll just keep believing him …like he’s Jesus.. they just keep on believing him no matter what he say He’s like a rooster crowing…in the brain..telling them to go out in the rain. while all the progress that we’ve made…..goes right down the drain He can just keep on telling lies…but you won’t find anyone who is is surprised They just dress up his stories in a senseless, harebrained disguise.. CHORUS… They don’t care what he sez…gotta be right cause he was the Prez They don’t care what he do… even if they look like fuckin' fools They don’t care who we tell ..they just want us all to go straight to hell CHORUS Cause they just keep on believing him..believin' in the lies…they keep on believing him no matter what he shows.

GENUFLECTIN' BLUES You walk into the room you hear that woman yell sometimes this life can be a living hell you'll do anything just to shut her up but she's got you on you knees like a whining' pup...oh no oh no , I think my knees are scraping the floor I've got them...Genuflectin' blues! Seems like every time I turn around some self-righteous person is putting' me down tellin' me...i'm livin' in sin give that guy another swig of gin...oh no oh no..think my knees are scraping' the floor I got those genuflectin' blues! It doesn't matter now cause either's the same you to work or you stay at home lots of crazy people bitchin' at me they're just about driving me.....insane I got those...Genuflectin' blues! You walk into the room you hear that woman yell sometimes this life can be a living hell you'll do anything to shut her up but she's got me on my knees like a whining' pup...oh no oh no, I think my knees are scraping' the floor I've got those Genuflectin' blues!

ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER “There must be someway out of here”... Said the Joker to the Thief. “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get me no relief. Businessmen drink my wine...plowmen dig my earth. None of them along the line, know what any of it is worth. “No reason to get excited” The thief, he kindly spoke. “There are many here among us... Who feel that life is but a joke.” “BUT you and I, we’ve been through that... and this is not our fate. So let us not talk falsely now...he hour is getting late.” All along the watchtower...princess kept the view. While all the women came and they went.... barefoot servants too OUTSIDE IN THE DISTANCE...A WILD CAT DID GROWL TWO RIDERS WERE APPROACHING...... AND THE WIND BEGAN TO HOWL........

BLUES SHADOW There's been a blues shadow...followin' me There's been a blue..blues shadow following' me for most of the days of my life With no real reason to be blue with no real reason to be blue except this blues shadow this blues shadow...hangin' round me It's not that I am miserable or forlorn it's just this blues shadow...hangin' round me A melancholy shadow turning' blue to brown a melancholy shadow so comfortable like an old, old friend These's a blue blues shadow following' me hangin' on my soul.

WHY CAN'T I SAY WHAT'S ON MY MIND? Your letters from Sonoma ..back to Oklahoma tell me…..there might be time I’m sittin’ on the edge here….the edge of confusion why can’t i say what’s on my mind? You know i would walk there…from here to California if i thought you’d change your mind but you only call me when you need me the rest of the time, it’s like i died and you always push me…where you don’t want me and then i always (you know) i run and hide I’m sittin’ on the edge here….the edge of confusion why can’t i say what’s on my mind? Your letters from Sonoma….back to Oklahoma tell me…there might be time I’m sittin’ on the edge here…the edge of confusion why can’t i say what’s on my mind? Why can’t i say what’s on my mind?

Back To Salinas ...(selected verses 3-6) TO SEE HER AGAIN …..…JUST TEARS ME APART WHEN WE MEET THERE’S A KIND OF A STRAIN BUT THE CALL OF HER WORK ..AND THE SAME BROKEN HEART WILL TAKE HER BACK TO SALINAS AGAIN SOON I’LL PASS BY SALINAS…..ON THE WAY GOIN’ NORTH I’LL SEE THE TREES AND THE MEDOWS SO GREEN BESIDE ME THE MAN TO WHOM …THE HEART DOES GO FORTH FROM THE LADY WITH THE SAD GOLDEN DREAM NOT A DAY DOES GO BY……I DON’T WONDER INSIDE HOW OFTEN HIS HEART HEARS HER NAME AND IS THERE A YEARNING……THAT HE NEEDS TO HIDE TO GO BACK TO SALINAS AGAIN TO GO BACK TO SALINAS…AGAIN TO GO BACK TO SALINAS…AGAIN

WINDY WEATHER Wind on an ocean....take me Wind on the desert....wake me Storm in the valley...break me Wind on the water....make me go to places we've not been alone together...we could begin to find a secret lost within you and me Windy weather...blow my soul Windy weather...blow my soul oh..ah..oh..wo...windy weather Windy weather ...blow my soul oh..ah..oh oh....windy weather

PERPETULA DILEMMA Lately I've been wondering' what to do with my life lately I've been pondering' on what is wrong and what is right You gotta make some money in this old word to survive, I'd rather make some music try and keep my head and heart..alive La -la-lala...la-la lala Oh lay La-la lala...la-la lala Oh Lay Would you like to go to Mexico...today? We could laugh and run and sing and dance our cares away....La-la La Lala..la-la La... Oh... lay Lately I've wonderin' what is wrong and what is right Lately I've pondering' what to do with my life. If I were to sing you a lullaby..tonight would it make you happy or...would it make you uptight? Can you answer me...that?

THE BALLAD OF KATHLEEN MAVOUREEN DILLON Kathleen- Mavourneen...sprung-up from Irish Blood! Kathleen-Mavourneen.....raised on the hog-corn plains of Nebraskee! Folks died when she was young, young Her mother died of meningitis so they burned their things with the family Bible….’cause they were contagious They scattered all the kids to kin in different cities they sent her off to a farm near Beatrice Nebraskee…. Kathleen-Mavourneen....mistreated little waif til she was jus sixteen. Left for the City to find her way... Couldn’t stand it for another day... Then she got a helping hand from Dr Arlinski Got her into school in Kansas City Kathleen-Mavourneen...finished nursing school in 1918....... The year of the Plague-flu Tested by fire, she was tried and true She was on her knees scrubbin’ the Hospital floor…when she heard her brother had been killed in the War Scorched by rain and hail They said she had the blood of Florence Nightingale. Kathleen-Mavourneen.... was an auburn-haired Irish pearl ...defined the 20th century American girl. Spent her nights tending to those at heaven’s gate Spent her days buyin’ and sellin’ real estate Kathleen Mavourneen...living on the run she was a gambler It took a calm and steady man to handle ‘er He met her after the great war When she was tendin’ him in hospital ward Kathleen Mavourneen..He said, “You’re the one for me” But you know, she resisted..and then he insisted ... that Edwin Dick, He was persistent. He got a job as hog buyer for Wilson & CO Rode the trains all over the damn country buyin farmer’s hogs for the cities bringin’ home the bacon for their family Kathleen Mavourneen...Even though some times were lean along come little baby Josephine One year they bought and lived in 19 homes we’re livin’like gypsies her daughter moaned She’d buy-um... fix-um up in a kind of gamble Then she’s sell-um & buy another... in one big scramble Kathleen Mavoureen…. sprung up from Irish Blood. Said she wanted to live to be 100 by the time she turned 97 she’d married and burried 3 husbands…. . She broke her leg one day...runnin' for the telephone. That landed her in a nursing home After a while she said.."This ain't living'! This just ain't living'!! Kathleen Mavourneen Oh..Kathleen Mavourneen died just shy of 100 Kathleen Mavourneen...Kathleen Mavourneen Sprung up from Irish blood!

THE BLUE CANADIAN ROCKIES In the blue Canadian Rockies Spring is silent through the trees And the golden poppies are blooming 'Round the banks of Lake Louise Now, oh, how my lonely heart is aching tonight For that girl I left behind And, oh, what I'd give if I could be there tonight With the sweetheart who's waitin' for me In the blue Canadian Rockies Spring is silent through the trees And the golden poppies are blooming 'Round the banks of Lake Louise Across the sea they call me And on and on a love so true For the blue canadian rockies And the one I love to see

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