Lyrics

Tim O'Brien Band

Diggin My Potatoes by Minnie Lawlars (Universal Music Publishing / BMI)

They been diggin’ my potatoes
Trampin’ on my vine
I’ve got a special plan for you baby
Lord it’s been restin’ on my mind

I don’t want no cabbage sprouts
Bring me a solid head
I’m supposed to call the wagon
If I catch him in my bed

Now my vines all are green by
Taters they’re all red
Never found a bruised one
Til I caught one in my bed

She powdered up her face
Water waved her hair
She grabbed a taxicab
Now she’s out across town somewhere

I’ve been all around
Lookin’ up and down
Lookin’ for that woman
I know she’s in this town

Went to town this morning
Left my gate unlatched
When I come on back home
There’s someone in my tater patch

Drunkard’s Walk by J.D. Hutchison (J.D. Hutchison Music Publishing / BMI)

Tell me brother tell me, it’s so hard to understand
Why you forsake your life to be a drunken-hearted man
A drunken-hearted man

High life and demon alcohol have ruined many men
Oh tell me my brother, would you be one of them
Would you be one of them

Your family that loves you, prays for you day and night
You treat them like a stranger and shun their good advice
And shun their good advice

Your mouth is full of promises, just so much empty talk
Your heart is with the bottle and the lonesome drunkard’s walk
The lonesome drunkard’s walk

When this earthly span has ended, then each must walk alone
To enter darker regions or rise to worlds unknown
Or rise to worlds unknown

High life and demon alcohol have ruined many men
Oh tell me my brother, would you be one of them
Would you be one of them

Doney Gal Trad arr Tim O’Brien (No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP)

We’re alone doney gal in the rain and hail
Drivin’ them doggies on down the trail
It’s rain or shine, sleet or snow
Me and my doney gal we’re bound to go
It’s rain or shine, sleet or snow
Me and my doney gal we’re bound to go

Well a cowboys life is a dreary thing
It’s rope and brand and ride and sing
It’s up and gone before the break of day
Drivin’ them doggies on their weary way
It’s rain or shine, sleet or snow
Me and my doney gal we’re bound to go

We’ll laugh at the rain and yell at the hail
Drivin’ them doggies on down the trail
We’ll laugh at the wind the rain and snow
Til we reach the town of San Antonio
It’s rain or shine, sleet or snow
Me and my doney gal we’re bound to go

Hop Down Reel / Johnny Doherty’s Reel – 2:55 – Trad arr Tim O’Brien (No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP)

The Other Woman – Jan Fabricius and Tim O’Brien (Jan Fabricius / BMI / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP)

Don’t call me the other woman
I’m the one who’s still around
I sew his clothes, I make his dinner
Pick him up when he falls down

Our love was burning slow through all the years
But it would not burn out even through our tears

Don’t call me the other woman
I’m the one who’s still around
I sew his clothes, I make his dinner
Pick him up when he falls down

Maybe he broke her heart and she just couldn’t stay
When she gave up on him, that’s when he walked my way

Don’t call me the other woman
I’m the one who’s still around
I sew his clothes, I make his dinner
Pick him up when he falls down

When he’s sinking low I can pull him back
Try to heal his heart, push him back on track

Don’t call me the other woman
I’m the one who’s still around
I sew his clothes, I make his dinner
Pick him up when he falls down
Don’t call me the other woman
I’m the one who’s still around

Beyond Tim O’Brien and Shawn Camp (No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP / Camp Family Music / BMI)

Take my hand and we will go - beyond
What we’ll find we cannot know - beyond
Somewhere up around the bend
We might meet our maker then
We could find the rainbow’s end - beyond

Beyond - together we will ride
On angel wings across the great divide
Through the belly of the beast
Beyond the deserts and the seas
We will find eternal peace – beyond

Over on that other side – beyond
We can dry the tears we cried – beyond
In that distant promised land
Gonna shake the maker’s hand
Home of all immortal man – beyond

Beyond - together we will ride
On angel wings across the great divide
Through the belly of the beast
Beyond the deserts and the seas
We will find eternal peace – beyond

We cannot see it with our eyes – beyond
But my heart pulls me and it cries – beyond
I have a feeling in my soul
All the answers will unfold
We will see the ages roll – beyond

Beyond - together we will ride
On angel wings across the great divide
Through the belly of the beast
Beyond the deserts and the seas
We will find eternal peace – beyond

Through the belly of the beast
Beyond the deserts and the seas
We will find eternal peace – beyond
Beyond, beyond

My Love Lies In the Ground – Dirk Powell (Crying Bayou Music / BMI)

My love you lie in the cold, cold ground
In a grave not one week old
To kiss once more your cold, cold lips
I’d give my weight in gold, gold
I’d give my weight in gold

I can’t see clear to leave your side
I never more will roam
I’ll make my bed upon your grave
A pillow from your stone, stone
A pillow from your stone

There is no fire can warm me now
No blanket made of down
The warmth I feel is from your soul
Seepin’ through the ground, ground
Seepin’ through the ground

And I do not want a house of gold
Or a cold dark cave
I’ll make my home in the musty soil
That lies around your grave, grave
That lies around your grave

I can’t abide their laughter
It cuts me like a blade
I prefer the night owl call
And the rhythm of my spade, spade
The rhythm of my spade

Soon I’ll be at your side
Apart we’ll never be
And I won’t hear those above
That make a fool of me, me
That make a fool of me

Pastures of Plenty – Woody Guthrie (Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc / TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc / BMI)

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
I slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of the city you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, I harvest your crops
It’s North up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your light sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in the Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

It's always we rambled, that river and I
All along your green valley, I will work till I die
My land I'll defend with my life if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free

Wind – Hal Cannon (H Random Music / ASCAP)

Wind, wind, clear me out
Pick me up, spin round about
Blow away what’s dry and dead
Take me to my cradle bed, oh wind

When the wind blows through my soul
It rips my heart and bores a hole
Sharp ice cycles made from air
Pierce me through my sleeps nightmare, oh wind

Wind you’ll make me crazy yet
My cheeks are red, my face is set
My frown it frozen right in place
A mad soul from the human race, oh wind

Wind that comes from years ago
Starts straight up from Mexico
Blowing hot it scolds and scolds,
Then whines unhappy in the cold, oh wind

The wind, its fury rips my roof,
It does not give an owl’s hoot
It takes what gives and leaves the rest
To come again to test and test, oh wind.

If it stops, where will I lean?
There’s nothing left, its laid me clean
This blowing came before my birth
It holds the axis of the earth, oh wind

Wind, wind, clear me out
Pick me up, spin round about
Blow away what’s dry and dead
Take me to my cradle bed, oh wind

La Gringa Renee – 4:29 - Tim O’Brien (No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP)

Amazing Love – Dan Auerbach and Tim O’Brien (Profit Daniel / BMI
/ No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP)

I would swim the ocean
Climb the mountain high
Where you go I’ll follow
Never ask you why

I see you through the window before I turn the key
I thank the Lord He gave your amazing love to me

I never saw it comin
Never heard a sound
Never had a lover
Turn my life around

I see you through the window before I turn the key
I thank the Lord He gave your amazing love to me

I’ll be forever grateful
For the joy you bring
The only thing you’re missing
A pair of angel wings

I see you through the window before I turn the key
I thank the Lord He gave your amazing love to me
I see you through the window before I turn the key
I thank the Lord He gave your amazing love to me

Last Train From Poor Valley – Norman Blake (Act One Music Co Inc / BMI)

It was good one time, every thing was mighty fine
The coal tipples roared day and night
But things they got slow for no reason that I know
And the ill winds they hove into sight

The mines they all closed down, everybody just laid around
There wasn’t very much that you could do
Except stand in that line, get your ration scrip on time
Woman I could see it killin’ you

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin round
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound

It’s been comin’ on, soon you would be gone
Leavin’ crossed your mind every day
Then you said to me, things are bad back home you see
I guess I’d better be on my way

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin round
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound

I should blame you now but I never could somehow
A miner’s wife you weren’t cut out to be
It wasn’t what you thought, just some dream, Lord, you bought
When you left home and ran away with me

Now the soft new snows of December
Lightly fall my cabin round
Saw that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound
It was that last train from Poor Valley
Takin’ brown haired Becky Richmond bound

Crooked Road – Tim O’Brien (Cornbread Nation / ASCAP)

I walk a crooked road and it leads me to tomorrow
Through all my joy and sorrow I walk a crooked road
I take the things I need, I leave the rest behind me
I use my heart to guide me as I walk this crooked road

When I go to work, I work the fields of summer
To take me through the winter when I go to work
And when I take my rest my family’s there beside me
Their love runs deep inside me when I go to work

When I kneel to pray for my father and mother
My sister and my brother when I kneel to pray
I pray for my heart, that it’s beatin’ strong inside me
It’s always there to guide me when I kneel to pray

And when I sing my song of the good times and grievin’
And the things that I believe in when I sing my song
My story’s much the same as the life that we’re all livin'
In the time that we’ve been given when I sing my song

When I say goodbye I’ll take your memory with me
You can sing this melody when I say goodbye
When a new face comes along you can seat him where you seat me
Treat him like you treat me when I say goodbye

Because I walk a crooked road and it leads me to tomorrow
Through all my joy and sorrow I walk a crooked road
I take the things I need, I leave the rest behind me
I use my heart to guide me as I walk this crooked road

Where The River Meets the Road

High Flyin’ Bird by Billy Edd Wheeler / Bexhill Music Corp / Quartet Music / ASCAP

There’s a high flying bird flying way up in the sky
And I wonder if she looks down as she flies on by
Flyin there so easy in the sky

Oh look at me lord
I’m rooted like a tree lord
Got those sit down, can’t cry
Oh lord I’m gonna die blues

The sun comes around it lights up the day now
And when he gets tired you know he just rolls on his way
From the east to the west he sees his God every day

Oh look at me lord
I’m rooted like a tree lord
Got those sit down, can’t cry
Oh lord I’m gonna die blues

I had a old mule she lived way down in the mine
She ain’t never seen the sun lord but she never stopped tryin
Then one day my mule she up and died

Oh look at me lord
I’m rooted like a tree lord
Got those sit down, can’t cry
Oh lord I’m gonna die blues

Grandma’s Hands by Bill Withers / Interior Music Corp / BMI

Grandma’s hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands used to issue out a warning
She’d say
Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands used to lift her face and tell her, she’d say
Baby grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus’ hands
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands used to hand me piece of candy’
Grandma’s hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands boy they really came in handy, she’d say
Matty don’t you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for
He didn’t drop no apple core
But I don’t have grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I’ll look for my grandma’s hands

Guardian Angel by Tim O'Brien / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP

I guess there’s no time when I can’t recall
That picture hanging up there on the wall
Of a little girl walking by a snake in the grass
And her guardian angel is guiding her past
I lost a big sister when the picture was new
Nineteen fifty-six just before I turned two
I took part of my memory, added stories and things
I made her my angel, she has her own wings
I made her my angel, she has her own wings

She would have held my hand, she would have called my name
Too young to remember I miss her the same
My guardian angel, I miss her the same

Don’t know much about her, there’s not much to know
Just six years of living then she had to go
My parents they grieved, somehow they moved on
And I grew up knowing my sister was gone
I found an old letter that my mom wrote that year
And each time I read it I shed a new tear
It helps me to feel some of what my parents felt then
I think of my own kids and feel it again
I think of my own kids and feel it again

I would have held her hand, I know I called her name
My guardian angel I miss her the same
She would have held my hand, she would have called my name
Too young to remember her, miss her the same
My guardian angel, I miss her the same
My guardian angel, I miss her the same

I guess there’s no time when I can’t recall
The picture a hanging up there on the wall

Where the River Meets the Road by Tim O'Brien / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP

I came here from Ireland by way of Baltimore
I rode the train one hundred miles and and I walked one hundred more
I could smell the smoke a-pourin’ off those iron mills
Before I even saw the town from the top of Wheeling hill

Where the river meets the road, where the river meets the road
On the eastern bank of the Ohio, where the river meets the road

They’ve grown this town by leaps and bounds
Since they built that Cumberland road
The railroad came in fifty-three and they’re pushin’ on I’m told
They built a big old iron bridge that faces to the west
But I stayed here for a job of work, I think it worked out best

Where the river meets the road, where the river meets the road
On the eastern bank of the Ohio, where the river meets the road

I met a lass at Sunday Mass, she was singin’ in the choir
Her father worked as a blacksmith, with a bellows, hammer and fire
I started out as a roustabout, at night my back would throb
But I made a plan and I won her hand when I got my scrivener’s job

I tithe to church, I pay my bills and send the rest back home
I put roots down in Wheeling town and never more will roam
We’re raisin’ sons and daughters now, for them I will provide
I’ll teach them how to read and write and to walk these streets with pride

Where the river meets the road, where the river meets the road
On the eastern bank of the Ohio, where the river meets the road

Friday, Sunday’s Coming by John Lilly / Beverly Lane Publishing / BMI

Well, they took Him and they hung Him up upon a tree,
With a crown of thorns on Calvary.
He lifted up His head just before He died,
“Forgive them, Father,” is what He cried, ‘cause

CHORUS
It’s Friday, Sunday’s coming,
It’s Friday, Sunday’s coming,
It’s Friday, Sunday’s coming,
Gonna rise up on that day.

Well, from that tree He went down to Hell,
And the things He suffered, no tongue can tell.
Spent three dark days and two lonely nights,
Then He stepped right out in the morning light, ‘cause

to CHORUS

Now, He walked and He talked like a natural man,
He was healing the sick with the touch of His hand.
“Cheer up, brother,” is what He said,
“Just like Me, you’ll rise from the dead,” ‘cause

to CHORUS

Well, nothing has changed ever since that time,
People live, they love, they suffer and die.
When my back is breaking and my poor heart bleeds,
I think about the promise that He left with me, said

to CHORUS (2x)

© 2007 by Beverly Lane Publishing (BMI)

When The Mist Clears Away by Larry Groce / Camp Run Publishing / ASCAP

The other morning at the sunrise
When the mist is on the hills and all around
I saw a beautiful grey haired woman
On the road as I drove into town
Well I pulled over and I asked her
If I could give her a lift upon her way
She said no thank you I’m almost home now
I’ll be alright when the mist clears away

Let the sunlight break through the darkness
And let the night turn to beautiful day
Don’t let the shadows turn into mountains
You’ll be all right when the mist clears away

The other evening long past the sundown
When the neon lights are flashing in the night
I saw a young man sit on a door step
That man was a pitiful sight
His eyes were bloodshot, his hands were trembling
I hesitated as I thought I heard him say
I know you lose some, I hope you win some
You’ll be alright when the mist clears away

I’ve been lonely, I’ve been angry
Sometimes I don’t know just which way to turn
I’ve been lazy, I’ve been jealous
Sometimes you know I think I’ll never learn
But deep inside me if I listen
There’s a tiny voice that always seems to say
Don’t be mistaken you’re not forsaken
You’ll be alright when the mist clears away

Let the sunlight break through the darkness
And let the night turn to beautiful day
Don’t let the shadows turn into mountains
You’ll be all right when the mist clears away

Trad. arr. Tim O'Brien (No Bad Ham Music, ASCAP)
Nathaniel Smith - Cello
Tim O'Brien - Fiddle

My Old Brown Coat And Me / Traditional arrangement Doc Williams / Altoona Music

Oh, the moon is out, the stars are bright, the larks are singin' free
Come listen while I sing about my old brown coat and me
I lived upon my father's farm til I was twenty-one
I took a farm then of my own and a man's life begun

I fell in love with Mary Brade, her father owned a store
There never was a girl beloved so tenderly before
But Mary Brade was very proud and haughty as could be
She 'oft times said that she'd never wed my old brown coat and me

I did not stop to plead the case for pleading was in vain;
I bade adieu to Mary Brade, never saw her face again
There's forty summers over my head, there's riches in my store;
My children play out on the green, my wife stands in the door
I've land enough, I've money enough, I've houses tall and high
There's not a squire in all the land can wear such clothes as I

Now, Mary Brade was very proud, she was haughty as could be
She was wedded to a lawyer's son who's name was Joe Talle
He wore a coat all shiny black, he looked so very grand
And Mary fancied he would make a noble and true man
Now, Mary's husband, he became a pirate on the sea
She 'oft times said, she'd wished she'd wed my old brown coat and me

Now, girls, when you are caused to choose the like that bends the knee
Then count the fate of Mary Brade, my old brown coat and me
Remember that an old brown coat, though not so very grand
Can cover up as warm a heart as any in the land

Drunkard’s Grave by Johnnie Bailes, Walter Bailes, Zeke Clements, Muriel Deason Wright / Sony/ ATV Acuff Rose Music / BMI

I once knew a man owned houses and land
Was wealthy, noble and brave
Whiskey, beer and gin, got the best of him
Now he lays in a drunkard’s grave

Oh how lonely oh how sad
Just to think of the strong drink they crave
And then in the end lose their dearest friend
And lay in a drunkard’s grave

He had a lovin wife, he loved her more than life
And his younger days he tried to save
Took his first drink for fun, you see what it has done
He lays in a drunkard’s grave

Oh how lonely oh how sad
Just to think of the strong drink they crave
And then in the end lose their dearest friend
And lay in a drunkard’s grave

Let us pity them who drink, from their presence do not shrink
But pray to God that He their soul might save
Theirs will be an awful fate if they wait til it’s too late
For they’ll lay in the drunkard’s grave

Oh how lonely oh how sad
Just to think of the strong drink they crave
And then in the end lose their dearest friend
And lay in a drunkard’s grave

Windy Mountain by Curly Ray Cline / Unichappell Music Inc / BMI

Oh, how I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
Where the tree tops scrape the sky
Then I would forget all my worries and my troubles
I’ll just let the wind blow them by

How I love the sound of the wind when it’s howlin
Oh it blows my blues away
Makes me forget the girl that I’m lovin
Lets me forget until another day

How I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
Where the tree tops scrape the sky
There I would forget all my worries and my troubles
I’ll just let the wind blow them by

Let me hear the leaves on the trees when they are singing
Just a moment of relief is all care
For I’ve got no sorrow, heartache or sadness
As long as I can see the trees that sway

How I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
Where the tree tops scrape the sky
Then I would forget all my worries and my troubles
I’ll just let the wind blow them by

Oh friends bury me a way up on the mountain
Where that old wind will always blow
For I want to rest alone on a mountain
With the howlin wind that I love so

Tell my old lover in case you should see her
Just how much I love her she’ll never know
And that I’ve gone to rest away upon the mountain
Where the howling wind will always blow

How I’d like to be upon a windy mountain
Where the tree tops scrape the sky
There I would forget all my worries and my troubles
I’ll just let the wind blow them by

Few Old Memories by Hazel J. Dickens / Happy Valley Music / BMI

Just a few old memories slipped in through my door
Though I thought I had closed it so tightly before
I can’t understand it, why it should bother my mind
For it all belongs to another place and time

Just a few old keepsakes way back on the shelf
Though they don’t mean nothin’, why I’m surprised they’re left
Just a few old love letters with their edges all brown
And an old faded picture I keep turned upside down

Just a few old memories goin’ way back in time
Well I can hardly remember, I don’t know why I’m crying
No I can’t understand it, well I’m surprised at myself
First thing tomorrow morning I’ll clean off that shelf

Just a few old keepsakes way back on the shelf
No they don’t mean nothin’, well I’m surprised that they’re left
Just a few old love letters with their edges all brown
And an old faded picture I keep turned upside down

Little Annie (When The Springtime Comes Again) / A.P. Carter / APRS c/o Peer Music / BMI

Once more little Annie I must leave you
We shall part at the end of the lane
For you promised me little Annie
You’d be waiting when the springtime comes again

When the springtime comes o’er the mountains
And the wild flowers scatter o’er the plains
I shall watch for the leaves to return to the trees
And I’ll be waiting when the springtime comes again

When the sun shines down on the mountains
And the wild sheep wandering all alone
And the birds and the bees are a humming
Makes me think the springtime won’t be very long

When the springtime comes o’er the mountains
And the wild flowers scatter o’er the plains
I shall watch for the leaves to return to the trees
And I’ll be waiting when the springtime comes again

Now the springtime has come little Annie
I am on my wayas sung by to the lane
For you promised me little Annie
You’d be waiting when the springtime comes again

When the springtime comes o’er the mountains
And the wild flowers scatter o’er the plains
I shall watch for the leaves to return to the trees
And I’ll be waiting when the springtime comes again

Pompadour

Pompadour - Tim O’Brien / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP

They say that life’s a gamble, you can’t know what’s in store
Just when you think it’s one thing, another walks through the door
Thought nothing could surprise me, thought I’d seen it all before
Until that fateful morning I woke up with a pompadour

Most days I wake early, when the birdies start to sing
I’m beside a sleeping beauty, she’s the one who wears my ring
And I tried hard not to wake her, I got up and tiptoed out
But when I looked in the bathroom mirror I gave out a rowdy shout

Pompadour, it was a pompadour

It was not just some bed-head, it did not look like hell
I thought I might be dreaming so I pinched myself to tell
It was like a range of mountains, it swooped high before it fell
It looked like Christopher Walken run amuck with styling gel

Pompadour, a real pompadour

I started thinking different about how I’d spend my day
I would need a suit of rhinestones, that would be the only way
I’d write my name on the neck of my guitar in pearl inlay
It would be worth every penny of the dough I’d have to pay

My ideals were high and mighty but they didn’t last so long
As I read the morning paper things started going wrong
I ran my fingers through my hair and I did for too long
I flattened my pour pompadour but at least I got this song

Pompadour, I woke up with a pompadour

Go Down To The Water - Words by Woody Guthrie, music by Billy Bragg / Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc./ BMG Songs / BMI

Go down to the water where the oil floats by
Drop your hair down and cry
Write with your finger there in the sand
Mail it out with the tide

Mail it out with the high and the low
Watch the marks there in the sand
Listen to the fog on the homeless waves
Feel the salt sea in your hands

Smell the sea wind, taste it on your lips
That foam that rolls over my lost ships
Write the letter once more in the sand
Where the breakers dip and the undertow slips

Kneel down and feel there at the water’s edge
Write our names there side by side
Look and listen to all those ships
That toss in the fog and in the tide

You can let down your hair when you kneel down there
Let me be the wind that pulls you hair
You be the man you made out of sand
And let your hands keep makin’ him there

When nobody’s lookin’ kiss your hand
Touch to the nose of your man in the sand
And lay down with your head there on his chest
Be nice be nice to your man in the sand

Whatever Happened To Me - Tim O’Brien and John Hadley / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP / Hadley Six Music, admin by Sony / ATV Tree Publishing / BMI

I like to make my livin' playin' songs for you
If I wasn’t doin' this, I don’t know what I’d do
Short order cook in greasy spoon café
Part time house painter, drinkin' up my pay

My face in the mirror looks the same each day
It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
Whatever happened to me?

I went to see the psychic, she said I’ve been expecting you
I’ll look in my crystal ball, you look in there too
Are you lookin' for someone? That’s my specialty
I said ok psychic, whatever happened to me?

My face in the mirror looks the same each day
It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
Whatever happened to me?

Reminds of that nightclub where my friends and I would play
A man with lots of money tore it down one day
I’d like to buy all those bricks and build some kinda shrine
To the memory of the music and those dear old friends of mine

My face in the mirror looks the same each day
It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
My face in the mirror looks the same each day
It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
Whatever happened to me?

The Tulips On The Table - Dan Reeder / Weona Music o/b/o itself & Pleasant Company Publications / BMI

Tulips on the table mean that spring is on the way
The sun shines through the window like it hasn’t shown in days
And lately you don’t listen to a single thing I say
My baby don’t love me anymore

Chorus:
My baby don’t love me anymore
My baby don’t love me anymore
My baby don’t love me anymore
My baby don’t love me anymore

I come home from work and you say it’s nice to see you
I take off my jacket and say, “Nice to see you too.”
But I can’t help but notice you hate everything I do
My baby don’t love me anymore

Chorus

The kids are at your folks this weekend, it’s just you and me
We can do anything we want, we’re as free as we can be
But we can’t seem to pick a movie we both want to see
My baby don’t love me anymore

Chorus

I Gotta Move - Tim O’Brien and John Hadley / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP / Hadley Six Music, admin by Sony / ATV Tree Publishing / BMI

It takes a lot of work to put your home place up for sale
Fix everything that’s broken, stop the paper and the mail
I’m lookin for a smaller place, it won’t be hard to find
But anything that doesn’t fit I have to leave behind

Chorus:
I’ve gotta move that’s all I know
Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, everything must go
Out the door into the van
It’s sad, it’s true I gotta move, but I don’t think I can

I guess one way that I can start is sort stuff into piles
What I’ll keep and what I’ll toss it’s gonna take a while
I have a piano and a dog out in the yard
He loves this place, what can I say, he’s takin this real hard

I’ve got a lot of pictures to take down off the wall
Pack them into boxes, memories and all
I helped her find a new place, it’s fixed up pretty well
I think she’s ok with that sometimes it’s hard to tell

Gimme Little Something Take Her Off My Mind - Tim O’Brien and Gary Nicholson / No Bad Ham Music / Gary Nicholson Music admin by Sony / ATV Music Publishing / ASCAP

Went to the doctor down on my knees
Cryin mercy doctor can you help me please
I got bad heart trouble and I’m sinkin fast
My breath’s so short it might be my last
Never been the kind to whine and complain
Just never knew a woman that could cause such pain
Put a limp in my walk, a hole in my soul
She left me spinnin all out of control

Just gimme little something take her off my mind
Something much stronger than whiskey or wine
Gotta be some drug I haven’t heard of yet
That can help a poor loser find a way to forget
I may never leave her memory behind
But I gotta have something take her off my mind
Yeah gimme little something take her off my mind

Threw out all the pictures up and down the hall
But I still see her face when I stare at the wall
Alone in the room where we used to sit
Her empty seat fills me with regret
I saw her walkin the streets with her new man
Smiling and laughin and holdin hands
Just like a knife it twists inside
The kind of hurt no man can hide

Chorus & solo on verse

Last chorus and repeat:
Just gimme little something take her off my mind
Something much stronger than whiskey or wine
Gotta be some drug I haven’t heard of yet
That can make a poor loser find a way to forget
I may never leave her memory behind (– to repeat chorus)
But I gotta have something take her off my mind
Yeah gimme little something take her off my mind
Gotta be some drug I haven’t heard of yet
That can make a poor loser find a way to forget
I may never leave her memory behind
But I gotta have something take her off my mind,
Yeah gimme little something take her off my mind
But I gotta have something take her off my mind,
Yeah gimme little something take her off my mind

Ditty Boy Twang - Michael Hurley / Snocko Music / BMI / Administered by BMG Chrysalis

Hey come here all you women, listen to the ditty boy twang
Listen to the ditty boy twang, listen to the ditty boy twang
When you do that ditty boy twang, then you know you will be doin’ a thing

Hey I can’t stand it long, listen to the ditty boy twang
Listen to the ditty boy twang, listen to the ditty boy
When you do that ditty boy twang, then you know you will be doin’ a thing

Hey all you women workin’ on my nerves, listen to the ditty boy twang
Listen to the ditty boy twang, listen to the ditty that boy twang
Cause when you do the ditty boy twang, then you know you will be doin’ a thing

Hey mama don’t say unh-uh, just listen to my ditty boy twang
Listen to my … listen …
When you do that ditty boy twang, you know you will be doin’ a thing

I miss the old times when you used to … and you …
And then once in a while you … get a little weird …
I miss that, listen to the ditty boy twang

Well now kiss me zig-zag lightnin’, kiss my bones, listen to that ditty boy twang
Listen to that ditty boy twang, listen to the ditty boy twang
When you do that ditty boy twang, then you know you will be doin’ a thing

Well you must have some rounder, layin’ on your arm, layin’ in your arms
Listen to the ditty boy twang,
Listen to the ditty boy twang, listen to the ditty boy twang
When you do that ditty boy twang, then you know you will be doin’ a thing
Oh you’re doin that thing baby

Traditional arrnagement Tim O'Brien (NO Bad Ham Music, ASCAP)
Tim - fiddle, electric guitar
Trevor Hutchinson - bass
Gerry Paul - acoustic and electric guitar
John Gardner - drums

Get Up Offa That Thing - Deanna Brown, Deidra Yvonne Jenkins and Yamma Brown
Dynatone Publishing Company (BMI)/ Administered by Unichappell Music Inc.

Get up offa that thing, dance ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, dance
Get up offa that dance ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing. try to release the pressure

Get up offa that thing, shake
Get up offa that thing and shake ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, shake ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, try to release the pressure

Get up off, good God y’all
Good God, God good y’all

Get up offa that thing, dance ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing , say it now
Get up offa that thing , shake ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, and, try to release the pressure

Get up, get up offa that thing and twist
Get up off, twist, ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, twist now
Good God y’all, good God y’all, God good y’all

Hey now all you Culchie hillbilly beboppers
Redneck Chawbacon clod hoppers
Grab your country crossroads gal
Swing it left and swing it now
Show the rich boys in this town
Swing it on up and sing it on down
Listen up now you Anoraks
Listen up, don’t talk back
Play my old time banjo now
I’m about to show you how now

Get up offa that thing, dance ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, swing
Twist and shout, shake, jam
Get up offa that thing, double thumb

(take it to the bridge)

Get up offa that thing, dance ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, twist and shout, shake
Get up offa that dance ‘til you feel better
Get up offa that thing, try to release the pressure

Get up, get up off, of that thing, get up
Giddy up off that thing

I’m A Mess For You – Tim O’Brien / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP

Fox in back yard rears her pups, roses bloom and buttercups
Roof is leaking I don't care, love is here it's everywhere
In my shoes and in my pants, in my voice and crooked stance
In my ears and on my mind, on this page it burns and shines

I'm a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
I’m a big ol’ messy mess for you

Jan Renee, Trudy true, I guess I’m not through with you
Reach your arms out, touch my hand, rock me in this weary land
Pull the stopper from the jug, fill me, kiss me, give me hug
Keep me from the foggy dew, Jan Renee Trudy true

I'm a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
I’m a big ol’ messy mess for you

I kept my love all bottled up, I was afraid I’d use it up
Afraid my heart might soon run dry, someone might just hear me cry
Thought there wasn’t love to share, didn’t know love was everywhere
There's a big old bottle on the shelf, go ahead and pour some for yourself

I'm a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
I’m a big ol’ messy mess for you

As death resides behind his mask, so does love lie just in back
Of all the rushing dots and dashes that hide the truth where it still flashes
And love and truth and permanence they're solid ground they owe no rents
Even if we cannot see, love is with us always free

I'm a mess for you, I’m a mess for you, I'm a mess for you
I’m a mess for you, I’m a mess for you
I’m a big ol’ messy mess for you

The Water Is Wise - Tim O’Brien and Sarah Jarosz / No Bad Ham Music / ASCAP / SoRaw Music / BMI

Walking along the banks of a river
Starts out narrow and ends up so wide
Somewhere along you will find the right step-stones
Sooner or later you’ll cross to the other side

Chorus:
River starts way up in the mountains
Slowly falls all the way to the sea
In between so much twisting and turning
Winding its way until it runs free

I don’t know where I’m going but I know how I’ll get there
I’ll follow the laughing water all the way down
I’ll build me a boat and I’ll float down the middle
Just let the current take me where I’m bound

Chorus

River starts way up in the mountains
Slowly falls all the way to the sea
In between so much twisting and turning
Winding its way until it runs free

Chorus

I left a friend back there on the mountain
Made a new friend on this long and winding stream
The water is wise so just let it take you
Just let it take you into your dream

When I was younger I asked lots of questions
I asked and I asked but no one seemed to hear
But I was the one who should have been listening
Now I know I have nothing to fear

River starts way up in the mountains
Slowly falls all the way to the sea
In between so much twisting and turning
Winding its way until is runs free