1.  Dear Grenadine

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2.  Low Wage Mood

I got a cat that whispers, she lost an eye.  The sweetest drifters, they pass her by, and she drinks till she's drunk, wine at sunrise.  Got a cat that whispers, when the bottle's dry, a cat that whispers, when the bottle's dry.

I'm in a low-wage, kind of mood.  My casket's empty, but my time is due.  I'm makin' minimum wage, on a sick day, and the dishwasher has a joint, to smoke on break.  The dishwasher has a joint, to smoke on break.

A life of high-class, is a waste of time.  It don't change nothin', it just waste your time.  I keep my risks low, my dollars few, cause nothin' they say's gonna change my view.  Nothin' they say's gonna change my view.

I got a cat that whispers, she lost an eye.  The sweetest drifters, they pass her by, and she drinks till she's drunk, wine at sunrise.  Got a cat that whispers, when the bottle's dry, a cat that whispers, when the bottle's dry.

3.  Higher Hilltops

She leaves her mystic garden.  Planting seeds among weeds.  We move to a new life together 'n I can smell salt from the sea

She says good deeds are particles, just like the snow.  And even as it melts away, the oceans will see us to another day

While the winds blow, higher hilltops, and the valleys, sulk in the fog I will find our sea.  And if the flowers, bloom in the dark, please remember, it's not so far.  We will find our sea

Traveling westerly, the sunrise wakes us happily.  And as the day goes on, she says, please let us follow the sun

Cause with the tall grass in your face, and with the smoke in your eyes.  You might join the rat race, just to survive.  But like the transcendental poets say, it doesn't have to be that way. Cause railroad lines, and streetcar signs, they can only point the way.  It's what's inside, that leads the way

While the winds blow, higher hilltops, and the valleys, sulk in the fog I will find our sea.  And if the flowers, bloom in the dark, please remember, it's not so far.  We will find our sea

4.  This Land Is Your Land (by Woody Guthrie)

As I was walking a ribbon of highway, I saw above me an endless skyway, I saw below me a golden valley, that land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled, and I've followed my footsteps, to the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts, and all around me a voice was sounding, this land was made for you and me

This land is your land, and it is mine, from California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the New Orleans waters, this land was made for you and me

The sun came shining as I was strolling, with the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, the fog was lifting and a voice come chanting, this land was made for you and me

This land is your land, and it is mine, from California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the Boundary Waters, this land was made for you and me

As I was walkin', I saw a sign, and that sign it said "no tress passin'", but on the other side, it didn't say nothin', now that side was made for you and me

This land is your land, and it is mine, from California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the New Orleans waters, this land was made for you and me

In the squares of the city, n the shadow of the steeple, at the welfare office, I can see my people, some are grumblin' and everybody just keeps on wonderin', If this land is still for you and me

Bu this land is your land, and it is mine, from California, to the New York Island From the redwood forest, to the Boundary Waters, this land was made for you and me, this land was made for you and me, this land was made for you and me

5.  Cindy Sang

Timothy is not from around here, he has a wife of one and children of two.  Says he's not afraid of anyone, but he drinks for excuses to get away from you.  Cindy sings at the church, she's got a real big body to hide the real big pain.  Says if she screamed it might just seem, and if it rained she might look insane, oh so Cindy sang

Late one night in the summer same, there's a crash down the street from the house of one, it was one car of two.  Inside was Timothy black and blue, his head was blood and his eyes were too.  Cindy ran down the street, arms stretched open wide, trembling with the pain of pain.  Next to his seat bottles two of booze, oh, that's the rest he knew, yeah, the rest that he knew

And the chorus swells, but it doesn't yell.  Family one, widow one.  Children two, eyes well up and look to the floor, two for fear and one for joy

Late one night in the summer same, lightning crashed, the sky sang, it was over now, transferred pain, and the tears, they turned to rain.  They laid his body way down in the grave, cindy sang Amazing Grace, yeah, it's amazing.  Cindy sings at the church, she's got her real big body, to hide the real big pain.  And says if she screamed it just might seem, and if it rained she might look insane, oh, so Cindy just sang.

And the chorus swells, but it doesn't yell.  Family one, widow one.  Children two, eyes well up and look to the floor, two for fear and one for joy

6.  Human Hillsides

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7.  Valley

I am from West Chester, far from the great divide.  I left home when I was young, I had the world on my side.

Pretty women crossed my path, a few of them I got to know.  The one that I fell in love with, she is the one that I know.

So take me back home, to the nights in Rollingstone.  When I'ld sing songs to ya, in the valleys of Altura.

I am home, in your valley, take me home.  I am home, in your valley, take me home.  Yeah she's mighty pretty, she's got a river on her feet, hills in her hands, and a brain like a tree.  A smile like a rock, the clouds they comb her hair, a song in the wind, 'n her breath is mighty fair.  I am home, in your valley, take me home.

I remember, the moon shinin' bright.  Just like burning embers, you burn me up inside.

And the coyotes call, seemed to know it all.  And those lights in the sky, yeah they said you were mine.  Yes the roads can divide and the homes will occupy, but the strengths of the hill, they gonna keep this valley alive.  Yeah the strengths of the hill, gonna keep this valley alive. Yeah the strengths of the hill, they gonna keep this valley alive.

I am home, in your valley, take me home.  I am home, in your valley, take me home.  Yeah she's mighty pretty, she's got a river on her feet, hills in her hands, and a brain like a tree.  A smile like a rock, the clouds they comb her hair, a song in the wind, 'n her breath is mighty fair.  I am home, in your valley, take me home.

8.  Crane

Laid out, summer time, fresh air bicycle, I ride.  I think to myself, how am I not me, how are you not you or are you, supposed to be?

Kicking leaves, in the fall, I see the monarchs flying, down south.  I think to myself, how do they know the way, 'n how do you find your way?

But is the way supposed to say? Is there even a supposed to be?

I fill my lungs with, winter breeze, and the ground it just sits in a deep freeze.  I think to myself, how does it know to grow, and how do you know when to plow and sow?

But is the grow supposed to know? Is there even a supposed to be?

My eyes are filled with spring time rain, covered by the shadow of a sandhill, a sandhill crane.  I think to myself, when will he carry me, or have those wings already carried me?

When was supposed to be? How am I not me?  How am I not me?  How am I not me?  How am I not me?  How am I not me?

9.  Maggie's Farm (by Bob Dylan)

I 'aint workin' on Maggie's Farm no more.  I 'aint workin' on Maggie's Farm no more.  I wake up in the morning, fold my hands pray for rain, I got a head full of ideas, they drive me insane.  And it's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor, no I 'aint workin' on Maggie's Farm no more.

I 'aint workin' for Maggie's brother no more. No I 'aint workin' for Maggie's brother no more.  He hands you a nickel, n' hands you a dime, he asks you with a grin, are you havin' a good time?  Then he fines you every time you slam the door, no I 'aint workin' for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't workin' for Maggie's pa no more. I ain't workin' for Maggie's pa no more. He smother his cigar in your face just for kicks, he's got a bedroom window, it's made out of bricks.  The National Guard they stand around his door.  No I ain't workin' for Maggie's pa no more.

I 'aint working for Maggie's Ma no more.  Said I 'aint working for Maggie's Ma no more.  She talks to all the servant's about man and god and law, and everybody says that she's the brains behind pa.  She's sixty-eight, she tell you she's 24, no I 'aint working for Maggie's Ma no more.

I 'aint working on Maggie's Farm no more.  I 'aint working on Maggie's Farm no more.  I try my best to be just like I am, but everybody they want you to be, just like them.  They say come on Jeff Ray, sing like a slave, but I just get bored.  No I 'aint working on Maggie's Farm no more.

10.  My My My

This backyard looks like a junkyard, 'n so does my mind.  And I'm just another worried man waiting in line.  Stabbed by the threats of success, there's always something new.  Before I leave, I need to get a mile closer to you.  To you, you you, my river wife.  You ease my, my my my, what a worried mind.

And I've heard it said, there's hellhounds on the trail.  And I've even read, that there's a place they call hell.  But there's black, white, and there's gray, and a colour for every day.  And if the hellhounds catch my scent, the winds are gonna change my way.  Away from you, you you, my river wife.  You ease my, my my my, what a worried mind.

I hear a thunderclap high in the sky.  And the winds weave through nervous branches of a shaking tree.  There's a chill in the wind from the west, it's pushing me home.  Cause this life is just an updraft in an hourglass, and it's giving back time CH3- A gift to you, you you, my river wife To ease my, my my my, what a worried mind.  To you, you you, my river wife.  You ease my, my my my, what a worried mind.The gift of you, you you, my gentle sea, will ease my, my my my, what a worried mind.

I got a worried mind.  Yeah when I walk out side, yeah she'll ease my mind, my river wife.