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IV Lyrics

Chip of a Star:

Take the chip of a star and you hit it with an iron bar And when its broken in two – you’ve made the eyes for you Take the song from a bird and you turn it to words And when you’re through – you’ve found a voice for you Like a song on the wind – My beautiful friend Take the coat of a tree – Autumn’s fallen leaves Weave them gold and fair – and that is your hair Take the pale of the moon, dip into it with a spoon Touch the earth again and that is your skin Come to me again – My beautiful friend For you were born when the world first turned The flames flickered and the first fires burned You are the phoenix and the heavens clear Let you be mine and I’ll call you dear Take the clouds from the sky and the sun shone bright Shape them with a file and that is your smile Take the heat of the earth when the mountains burst Put it in a mold and your heart you’ll hold Like a song on the wind – my beautiful friend Together to the end, My beautiful friend

The Carolinian:

We met on The Carolinian – heading south from D.C. It’s as if God himself had picked out our seats She smiled and said “Richmond” when I asked where she was bound I began to wish my life away to have been born in that town We talked a little bit and then she smiled, I saw down in her eyes She wasn’t just beautiful, she was kind and she was wise But a woman down in Raleigh, would soon have my son So I waited for her station like the bullet from a gun She’s in Richmond with my heart - And I’m bound for Carolina Wish I’d never met this train or the girl that’s left behind her When the train reached the station, she looked me in the eye Said, “Come with me to Richmond and we’ll start a brand new life” Well you know that moment still weighs on my mind ‘Cause I took my body to Raleigh, and left my heart behind She’s in Richmond with my heart - And I’m bound for Carolina Wish I’d never met this train or the girl that’s left behind her- now we’re apart While I’m bound for Caroline - she’s in Richmond with my heart My son is grown up to my hand, and he fills me with pride I take him down to the station to watch the trains roll by But that northbound Carolinian always makes the teardrops start Cause its headed up to Virginia where I left my heart She’s in Richmond with my heart - And I’m bound for Carolina Wish I’d never met this train or the girl that’s left behind her- now we’re apart While I’m down in Caroline - she’s in Richmond with my heart I’m still down in Caroline, she’s in Richmond with my heart

Let it Rock:

Let it move, let it rock, let it beat like a clock Let it Shake the foundations of the whole damn block Let it move. . .let it rock Let it keep up time with the welfare line Your feet to the beat like a knot is tying Let it move. . .let it rock Let it tick to the tack like a rail track clack Move a foot forward and another back Let it move. . .let it rock Let it thump like a foot on a big bass drum Keep you rolling like a hitchike thumb Let it move. . .Let it rock Let it move, let it rock, let it shake like a shack Keep you jumping like a sidewalk crack Let it move. . .let it rock Let it creep down the street like a cable car Shine brighter than the northern star Let it move. . .let it rock

One More Minute:

I don’t want to leave I don’t want to go But I make my living away from home These hands of time – too fast they wind I’d trade everything I own if I could just find One more minute – One more second - To spend with you One more minute – one more second -Just to hold you I hear the whistle blow – the idle hiss of the steam There’s such little time to tell you what I mean So you keep this - simple refrain and a kiss I swear on my life we won’t always miss But that is life and love you cannot control If I was another man you might have less to hold So I pack my grip and set my chin Knowing that feeling when I see your face again One more minute – One more second - To spend with you One more minute – one more second -Just to hold you One more minute – One more second - Don’t tell me the truth One more minute – one more second -Just to hold you I hear the whistle blow – the idle hiss of the steam There’s such little time to tell you what I mean

Birmingham Jail:

Four little girls tying their sash in the basement room that day Poking fun and making jokes before getting on their knees to pray Just so young with all their dreams and years to their end Strewn away in the rubble by the hatred of scared white men It was early December in the year of ‘63 George Wallace defied what the federal courts they did decree They said make your school doors open for the child of black & white Wallace clenched up both his fists and he called out for a fight Down in the Birmingham Jail Down in the Birmingham Jail You’ve had a chance to live your life but now you’re locked. . . When the locals heard the news that day, their blood began to boil They decided the only good coloured man is down beneath the soil So with their hate and money, they began to conspire And soon in Birmingham the air was thick with powder and fire Down in the Birmingham Jail Down in the Birmingham Jail You’ve had a chance to live your life but now you’re locked. . .

Sweet Eviction:

Out all night at the roadhouse - Where the glasses stand like statues in the ruins of a lifetime Stumble by the cathouse Where the women dance for dollars you made while dreaming Stay awake at the café Where the coffee warm like spite and you cannot sweeten End your night at the boardhouse Where the sign on your door reads sweet eviction Don’t be afraid to change your ways - Sweet Eviction Shut your eyes on a park bench Where your last few dollars you hold like a diamond That you dream of spending On a cheap pint of rye and an old transistor Don’t be afraid to change your ways - Sweet Eviction What you hold in your hands - Disappears No one understands - Sweet Eviction Out all night at the roadhouse - where the glasses stand like statues in the ruins of a lifetime

I Got Worry:

Where does the money come from Where does the healing come from What do I do when I’m lonely What do I do when I don’t get tired I got worry – Yes I got worry I looked for you on a Monday I still been looking through Sunday What do I do when you’re really lost What should I do to hide that cost I got worry – Yes I got worry Where you goin’ with the lights low Do you want someone not to follow In a parking lot by a burned out tree If you don’t blink then you might see That I got worry – Yes I got worry I’ve walked the streets with pocket lint Waiting all week for a check that’s spent Where do you go when the rent is due? What do you prefer, a lie or the truth? Never felt so bad having so much fun You can put me to sleep when the taxman comes ‘Cause I got worry – Yes I got worry So you got worry – So you got worry

She:

She waits for me  In the twilight hours, or just before the dawn If I make it there Will love linger on?  She waits for me  On a bed of roses On a bed of nails No matter how I try Will love ever fail?  She waits for me

Whipping Boy:

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Country Boy / City Boy:

Tell you about those city boys – they got it made Never work out in the sun – always in the shade Tell you about those Country boys – they got it good Not a worry in the world – don’t know if they could Country boy at the races – bets his horse to win City boy at the races – he bets just to spend I saw a bird in the city – pecking at the street I saw a bird in the country – she sang so sweet One wishes that they were the other - the other just the same One life so exciting - the other just so tame If I was a country boy I’d wish for the city lights If I was a City boy I’d wish for a quiet night Country boy on a train – keeps his eyes outside City boy on that train – reads a paper his whole ride Saw a friend in the city – he kept going on his way Saw a friend in the country – we talked away the day One wishes that they were the other - the other just the same One life so exciting - the other just so tame If I was a country boy I’d wish for the city lights If I was a City boy I’d wish for a quiet night

Thanks:

You can’t thank somebody with the words you carve on their headstone You got to come right out and say what you gotta say You gotta thank somebody for the time they gave to you So honey thanks, thanks for making me crazy Thanks for putting the light out in my eye Yeah baby thanks, for a heart that’s lazy But I’m not gonna cry a little, no not gonna cry You can’t thank somebody for a romance with a postcard It don’t make no difference if you’re weak or strong you got to take the time You’ve gotta thank somebody for the time they gave to you So honey thanks, thanks for making me crazy Thanks for putting the light out in my eye Yeah baby thanks, for a heart that’s lazy But I’m not gonna cry a little, no not gonna cry Well I never thought that I could be so strong Take you away from where you belong But I’m tired and restless, tired and beat, oh so tired. . . . So honey thanks, thanks for making me crazy Thanks for putting the light out in my eye Yeah baby thanks, for a heart that’s lazy But I’m not gonna cry a little, no not gonna cry

 

 

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