1. |
Sewing Song
03:40
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So now hear the story of Emily Crane
she lived a long life for a widow she became
she only ever dared to cook, sew and behave
so with a needle and thread she sent a man to his grave
Well old Mr. Crane he was a violent man
for 40 long years she held the wrath of his hand
she feared for her life ever since they wed
but only in her dreams had Mr. Crane ever bled
After a quiet spell Emily felt a fear
she was old and growing weak so her end must be near
When she sat down to pray her mind began to devise
a last gift to Mr. Crane, a deserving surprise
The whiskey did its trick and Mr. Crane was asleep
So Emily smoothed out the corners of his sheets
She silently prepared her best needle and thread
and stitched around his body and over his head
In a deep drunk slumber Mr. Crane slept on
and Emily did sew till every opening was gone
In the grey moonlight she held a rolling pin
lifted it over her head and exhaled with a grin
Emily swung down and felt her strength return
said goodbye to the stranglings and the bruises and burns
Mr. Crane fought and screamed with every ounce of his will
but Emily beat the bloody bed until the old man lay still
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2. |
Back On The Coast
02:05
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I'd trade my fiddle to be back on the coast
Cause its truly the people that I miss the most
I'd climb them old rockies, I'd swim Georgia Straight
To be free from the prairies oh fuck that'd be great
By the time I get back I guarantee I'll be broke
but I know where I'm going and I wont be alone
so if the highway is kind and the ferry don't sink
I'll walk down to Douglas, earn myself a drink
I'll call you up meet me down at the whale wall
the sun will go down and we'll head to the pool hall
where food has no price and the liquor is free
as long as we're singing it always will be
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3. |
Goodbye Poorboy
02:11
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Oh my lord whats gotten into me
you had me thinking what a good wife I'd be
but the story im writing just doesnt go that way
so goodbye poorboy you knew id never stay
Cut those mats out of your pin-straight hair
for the love of god buy some new underwear
your boys kinda talk like they might slip me some g
and that shit in your pipe makes you act real mean
Rhythm is crucial in many different ways
both your playing and your fucking got me planning my escape
so if you need a friend to listen while you pout
then call your fucking mama cause I'll be heading out
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4. |
Tree Shanty
03:23
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The trucks roll out at seven for the cutblock we are bound
before the morning mist is gone our shovels hit the ground
the first drop comes as no surprise cause rain is always near
your boots fill up with water as your heart fills up with fear
but its cheer up my friends let your spirit never break
find the rhythm in your work and you'll survive another day
the rain is gone and now the sun beats down on the land
suddenly your shovel feels like iron in your hand
every hole you open will release a thousand flies
that weave between the tears that are streaming from your eyes
finally the day is done into the trucks we go
falling fast asleep before we're off the logging road
the rushing of the shower sounds like angels in a choir
and now we're resting safely playing music by the fire
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5. |
George Fair
03:06
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The mountain folk told tales of a cat in the woods
more massive than they'd ever seen
It had a jaw as wide as a farmers spade
and shoulders like a cedar tree
It was a half days ride to the nearest town
and George had gone for supplies
he returned late at night and in his cabin he found
Mrs. Fair with tears in her eyes
She was pale as a ghost and could barely stand
as he helped her up off the floor
She told him of her day and without a word
he grabbed a gun and walked out the door
So the cougar had come while George was away
and walked right into the yard
one swipe of her paw and a terrible howl
and the god no longer stood guard
She dismembered the dog underneath the house
as Mrs. Fair listened to each sound
through the thin floorboards if she dared to move
she'd meet the same bloody end as the hound
Now the forest was still and alone with the cat
George walked till he could hear her purr
the full moon light flashed in her eye
and he could smell the salty blood on her fur
That night at the cabin Mrs. fair was alone
she didn't dare to rest her eyes
till she spotted her man the dead cat on his back
as the sun began to rise
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6. |
Winter in Alberta
02:49
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Winter in Alberta didn't treat me very nice
I slipped and fell all the way to hell on a hidden patch of ice
One day it will be summer and I'll hear the birds again
I'll write back to the devil: "how I miss you my old friend"
He took my hand and showed me through this old familiar place
the devil kept me company, the devil kept me safe
winter had less mercy she'd been witness to my sin
her cabin had a fire inside but she never let me in
As the days grow longer there's a fear I cant explain
the devil says its not my fault but winter is ashamed
a quiet act of sorrow summer sends a warm chinook
but the sad tales I've collected are enough to fill a book
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7. |
Mean Mr Logger
02:37
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Mean Mr Logger don't you kill those trees
my baby sister's dying she begging on her knees
there must be a mistake see they're just not for sale
and the wrong damn folks keep on ending up in jail
So please Mr Mailman don't be bringin' bad news
there's almost nothing left, not enough to lose
I can't take another word of this money talk
every minute wasted wondering is a mile to walk
And all you reporters point your cameras ahead
there's more to the story than what's already dead
if money if the problem take a look at your needs
there's nothing more important than the air that we breathe
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8. |
No Hard Feelings
02:21
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No hard feelings don't worry I ain't blue
I just can't see myself keep chasing after you
we had ourselves a shining time till the rain came pouring down
but now my boots are dry so honey I'll be skipping town
I do hope that you visit me but I don't expect a call
cause I could hear the silence from the coast to Montreal
we learned to dance on rainy days like family with a heart
and as we watched the sky clear up, like friends we grew apart
So if you ever do shake that devil off your back
and without all his whispers you hear the wind outside your shack
I hope that it can carry you to a safer time of day
cause I'll have no hard feelings if you ever come my way
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