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by Saltwater Stringband

Poor Man's Muse
Poor Man's Muse
Recorded 2013-2014 at Airshow Takoma Park, MD by Randy LeRoy.
  • 03:17 Download Lyrics
    River Rain

    It's been raining all night on a cold tin roof

    Spent all of my day just a-thinkin' about you

    Wondering how it all got lost again

    Like it always used to do

     

    Rain, rain wash me away to the sweet winding river below

    Won't you ease my troubled mind and cleanse my weary soul

     

    I'll light another cigarette and siing myself

    Back into the sleep from which I woke

    And I'll dream about so many things you'll never see

    So many things you'll never get told

     

    I'm singing this song for our brothers and sisters in arms

    Our lovers who are so damn far away

    I'll keep that fire burning, yes that candle strong

    So we can all be together again one day...

  • 03:44 Lyrics
    High and Lonsesome

    Are you High and Lonesome

    Are you High and Lonesome as me

    I'm standing alone on a mountain

    While I'm drowning out at sea

    Are you High and Lonesome as me

     

    She came down from the City of Baltimore

    She was the prettiest gal that I had ever seen

    She was running away on down to the Shore

    She sure ran all over me

     

    Now I'm High and Lonesome...

    Falling down from top sails

    In the backwoods of Tennessee

    Are you High and Lonesome as me

     

    Well one day I though I'd finally found her

    Thought she was the sweetest gal with whom I'd ever been

    I gave my heart but she gave me the soul of her shoe*

    I was a damn fool to think that she loved me

     

    Now I'm High and Lonesome...

    Stranded up on the Front Range

    In the middle of the prairie 

    Are you High and Lonesome as me

     

    Now I know that my whole life if ramblin'

    But this here singin' is the best thing that I do

    I know I owe to myself to figure out something soon

    Get my poor soul moving on from you...

     

    I am High and Lonesome...

     

    *"... soul of her shoe..." line by Darin Engh

  • 02:11 Lyrics
    Wreck of the Old '97

    They gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia

    Saying Steve you are way behind time

    This is not the 38 this is the Ol' 97

    Bring her into Spencer on time

    He turned and he said to his tired greasy fireman

    Shovel on a little more coal

    And when we reach that White Oak Mountain

    Watch the Ol' 97 roll

     

    Well it's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville

    A line on a three mile grade

    It was on this grade that he lost his leverage

    You ought to see what a jump he made

    He was screaming down the ball doing 90 miles and hour

    When the whistle broke into a scream

    When they found him in the wreck his hand were on the throttle

    Scalded to death by the steam

     

    Now ladies you best take this a warning

    From this time now and learn

    Don't speak ill words of your own loving husband

    He'll leave you and never return

    They gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia

    Saying Steve you are way behind time

    This is not the 38 this is the Ol' 97

    Bring her into Spencer on time...

  • 03:03
    Billy in the Lowground
  • 03:21 Lyrics
    To Heaven Before the Devil

    I hope I get to heaven before the Devil knows I'm dead

    I hope I get to heaven before the Devil knows I'm dead

    Don't want to sink down low, just want to rise up high instead

     

    I hope I make it out before the warden knows that I am free

    I hope I make it out before the warden knows that I am free

    I'm making my run, chariot please come and carry me

     

    I hope I make that county line before the sheriff tracks me down

    I hope I make that county line before the sheriff tracks me down

    Gonna leave this all behind, start my very own one-horse town

     

    I hope I get to heaven before the Devil knows I'm dead

    I hope I get to heaven before the Devil knows I'm dead

    Don't want to sink down low, just want to rise up high instead

  • 04:08 Lyrics
    Hard Times

    Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears
    While we all sup sorrow with the poor
    There's a song that will linger forever in our ears
    Oh hard times come again no more

    'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary
    Hard times, hard times, come again no more
    Many days you have lingered around my cabin door
    Oh hard times come again no more

    While we seek mirth and beauty and music bright and gay
    There are frail forms fainting at the door
    Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
    Oh hard times come again no more

    There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away

    With a word heart her better days are 'ore

    Though her face may be merry, she's sighing all the day

    Oh hard times come again no more

  • 02:43 Lyrics
    Stealin' Stealin'

    Put your arms around me like a circle round the sun

    Won't you live me mama when my easy ride is done

    If you don't believe I love you, what a fool I've been

    You don't believe I'm sinking, look at the whole I'm in

     

    Stealin', Stealin'

    Pretty mama don't you tell on me

    I'm stealin' back to my same old used to be

     

    The woman I was loving she's my size and my height

    We were married for a minute but she never treated me right

    If you don't believe I love you, what a fool I've been

    You don't believe I'm sinking, look at the whole I'm in

     

    Stealin', Stealin'

    Pretty mama don't you tell on me

    I'm stealin' back to my same old used to be

     

  • 07:48 Story
    Ol' Bow Ramble
NOTES
Nate Clendenen - guitar, vocals
Sam Guthridge - banjo, vocals
Patrick McAvinue - fiddle
Darin Engh - mandolin, vocals
Dave Shepherd - bass

except "High and Lonesome"
Nate Clendenen - guitar, vocals
Darin Engh - mandolin, vocals
Robert Mabe - banjo, vocals
Marc Dykeman - bass, vocals
Lucy B. Cochran - fiddle, vocals
Joe Esham - dobro

and "Ol Bow Ramble" by Dave Shepherd