PALE HORSE (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

I know what I've done is done

My deals with the devil still follow me

I pray for what I've become

We're known forever by the tracks we leave

 

Pale horse gonna ride it, gonna ride it

Pale horse gonna ride, gonna ride

Pale horse gonna ride it, gonna ride it

Pale horse gonna ride

 

Pour the water on my lips

Wash away the stain coated memory

Cotton mouth fever fits

We're known forever by the tracks we leave

 

Pale horse gonna ride it, gonna ride it

Pale horse gonna ride, gonna ride

Pale horse gonna ride it, gonna ride it

Pale horse gonna ride

 

We're known forever by the tracks we leave

We're known forever by the tracks we leave

Pale horse gonna ride it, gonna ride it

Pale horse gonna ride, gonna ride

Pale horse gonna ride it, gonna ride it

Pale horse gonna ride

TROUBLE MY HEART (OH HARRIET) (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

Oh Harriet, Oh Harriet

You stole my soul on the night that we met

You bring me to a fever, you bring me to a sweat

You bring me to my knees

Oh Harriet

Oh, trouble my heart

 

Oh Harriet, Oh Harriet

I'm standing in the river but I can't get wet

Hell's on fire, heaven's gone and wept

You knock me to my knees

Oh Harriet

Oh, trouble my heart

 

Oh Harriet, Oh Harriet

You give me no peace, you give me no rest

You hit me with you worst, you hit me with your best

You leave me on my knees

Oh Harriet.

Oh, trouble my heart

I’VE SEEN THE ELEPHANT (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

Bones snapped and a cracking

Bodies piled up and a stacking

I've seen the elephant

Bad moon on a rising

Sick faced fields a crying

I've seen the elephant

 

I've seen the elephant

I've seen the elephant

Come here boys let me tell you a story

Of men chopped up into pieces of glory

I've seen the elephant

 

Hollowed out eye sockets

Rotting black meat pockets

I've seen the elephant

La la la...

 

Gut wound from the hatchet

Cough blood up when you catch it

I've seen the elephant

 

I've seen the elephant

I've seen the elephant

Come here boys let me tell you a story

Of men chopped up into bits of glory

I've seen the elephant

 

The Devil lined up in formation

Strangling the heart of the nation

I've seen the elephant

 

la la la ...

SWEETHEART (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

Don't take my sweetheart away

Don't take my sweetheart away

Don't take my sweetheart away

Cause I'll never love again

 

Don't take my children away

Don't take my children away

Don't take my children away

They're too young to see the end

 

Don't take my country away

Don't take my country away

Don't take my country away

Cause I'm so damn tired of fighting

 

Lord take my troubles away

Lord take my troubles away

Lord take my troubles away

Lift me up like a bird into the wind

Lift me up like a bird into the wind

 

Don't take my sweetheart away

Don't take my sweetheart away

Don't take my sweetheart away

Cause I'll never love again

No I'll never love again

No I'll never love again

LAST JUNE LIGHT (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

I'm picking honeysuckle and arrowheads and arrowheads

In the fields of my father's father's land, father's land

In the last June light

 

The sky boomed from the canon blast, the canon blast

The world we knew was changing fast, was changing fast

In the last June light

 

Boys on the field marching

Gonna grow up some day

Boys on the field marching

Gonna be them some day

Boys on the field marching

Lined up in blue and gray

Boys on the field marching

Gonna be them some day

 

In the last June light

In the last June light

 

I'm picking honeysuckle and arrowheads and arrowheads

THE STORY YOU TELL YOURSELF (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

You're fighting for your blood

You're fighting for your mother

You're fighting for yourself

For your sister and your brother

You're fighting for your heroes

You're fighting for your anthem

You're fighting for the living

And the dying and the phantoms

 

That's the story

That's the story you tell yourself

That's the story you tell yourself

 

You're marching for a land

You're marching for a freedom

You're marching to a death

To your father til you meet him

You're marching for what's right

You're marching for what's well

You're marching for the weakest

Who can't march for themselves

 

That's the story

That's the story you tell yourself

That's the story you tell yourself

 

You believe in the bullets

You believe in the preacher

You believe in the footsteps

That you follow of your leader

You believe in salvation

You believe the believers

You believe the accuser

The liar, the deceiver

 

That's the story

That's the story you tell yourself

That's the story you tell yourself

WE WERE MARCHING ON CHRISTMAS DAY (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

Frozen ground, oh holy night

Bring me back from the fight to my sweet young bride

Dream of her waiting underneath

Mistletoe, in the glow of our family tree

 

We were marching, We were marching

As the snow fell on the clay

We were marching, We were marching

We were marching on Christmas Day

 

Heroes died the easy way

Men who live walk the fire in the woods ablaze

Hear the bells of Christmas ring

Are they for you are they for me

until our time we'll sing

 

We were marching, We were marching

As the snow fell on the clay

We were marching, We were marching

We were marching on Christmas Day

 

If this be my last Noel

Don't let my Kentucky blood spill into hell

Bethlehem, set me free

By your star in the sky I will look to thee

 

We were marching, We were marching

As the snow fell on the clay

We were marching, We were marching

We were marching on Christmas Day

GOOD OLD FLAG (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

When this war was beginning it was all to God we trust

We fought to change this falling land where sleeps our father’s dust

We would not be dissevered and it cost us bloody wars

So we never will give up the land where floats the stripes and stars

 

Hurrah hurrah, hurrah hurrah

Hurrah hurrah, for equal rights hurrah

Hurrah for the good old flag, hurrah for the good old flag

Hurrah for the good old flag that bears the stripes and stars

Hurrah, hurrah

 

We know our cause is holy, we know we’re in the right

When all but one per cent of us stand ready for the fight

Our pride is ole Kentucky up north in Baltimore

We’ll fly the flag in Tennessee till no free man is poor

 

Hurrah hurrah, hurrah hurrah

Hurrah hurrah, for equal rights hurrah

Hurrah for the good old flag, hurrah for the good old flag

Hurrah for the good old flag that bears the stripes and stars

Hurrah, hurrah

 

The time for fighting’s over, it’s time to come back home

Spread kindness to our brothers wherever they may roam

Let’s pledge the hand of friendship and think no more of war

To live in peace beneath the flag that bears the stripes and stars

CURSED BE THE WANDERER (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

Oh Lord, oh Lord cursed be the wanderer

Oh Lord oh Lord cursed be the lost

Oh Lord, oh Lord cursed be the wanderer

Oh Lord, oh Lord cursed be the lost

 

I cry by the day for the life I cant repent

I cry by the day night I have no rest

I cry by the day for the life I cant repent

I cry by the day night I have no rest

 

Oh Lord, oh Lord cursed be the wanderer

Oh Lord oh Lord cursed be the lost

Oh Lord, oh Lord cursed be the wanderer

Oh Lord, oh Lord cursed be the lost

PADDY’S LAMENTATION (Tradritional/Arrangment by B.Glover)

 

Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise

And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration

I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed

So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation

 

Well I sold me ass and cow, my little pigs and sow

My little plot of land I soon did part with

And me sweetheart Bridie McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see

For I left her there that morning broken-hearted

 

Here you boys, take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going

There’s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

 

Well meself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er

Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin'

When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands

"Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"

 

Here you boys, take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going

There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

 

 Well I think meself in luck, if I get fed on Indian buck

And old Ireland is the country I delight in

To the devil, I would say, it's curse Americay

For the truth I've had enough of your hard fightin

 

Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going

For there’s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

I wish I was at home

Here's you boys, now take my advice

To America I'll have ye's not be going

Cause there’s nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar

And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin

GOODNIGHT MARY (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

Goodnight Mary go to sleep

Papa will be in your dreams

The wolves won't bite you or tear you apart

Papa is there in your heart

 

Sometimes the light can't keep shining on

No matter how bright it might be

Remember the colors and the feelings

Those are your memories, Mary

 

Papa is fast dear but the bullets shoot straight

Fired him right into a grave

This night is our blessing and now he can rest

In peace with the love that he left

 

Sometimes the light can't keep shining on

No matter how bright it might be

Remember the colors and the feelings

Those are your memories, Mary

 

Sometimes the light can't keep shining on

No matter how bright it might be

Remember the colors and the feelings

Those are your memories, Mary

 

Goodnight Mary go to sleep

Papa will be in your dreams

THE ORPHANS (B.Glover/N.Hubbard/J.Britt)

 

The Orphans, the orphans, remember us, remember us

 

Shout to the beating drum

Shout to the beating drum

Stand behind the falling flag

No more the sun to rise

Shout to the beating drum

Shout to the beating drum

Stand behind the falling flag

The last time to rise

 

The Orphans, the orphans, remember us, remember us

 

The earth springs, the hero sleeps

The earth springs, the hero sleeps

The devil's in the canon smoke

Ready for to meet our foe

The earth springs, the hero sleeps

The earth springs, the hero sleeps

The devil's in the canon smoke

For to meet our foe

 

The Orphans, the orphans, remember us, remember us

 

The hills shake the valley breaks

The hill shakes the valley breaks

Blood of brothers flow

The spirits curse the land below

The hills shake the valley breaks

The hill shakes the valley breaks

Blood of brothers flow

Curse the land below

 

The Orphans, the orphans, remember us,