Girl From The North Country
Bob Dylan

If you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to the one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

If you go when  snowflakes storm
Rivers freeze and summer ends
See for me she wears a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ wind

Please see for me if her hair hangs long
It rolls and flows all down her breasts
See for me that her hair hangs long
For that’s the way I remember her best

Sometimes I’m a wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day

So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to the one we who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Captain Of My Pain
Wade Ogle

I feel like I’ve been crawling around
On my hands and knees
I feel like I’m fifty tons
Slipping into the sea

It feels like
I am the captain
I am the captain of my pain

Ma I could’ve made you so proud
Instead I’m a crying shame
Lord let me crawl into
This earth from which I came

It looks like
I am the captain
I am the captain of my pain

I will weep no more
When life becomes unfair
I will weep no more
For I longer care

I feels like
I am the captain
I am the captain of my pain

There’s a world that we live in
And one that we can’t see
Sleep in the beauty
While this one tears a hole in me

It feels like
I am the captain
I am the captain of my pain

New Morning
Nick Cave

One morn’ I awakened
A new sun was shining
The sky was a Kingdom
All covered in blood
The moon and the stars
Were the troops that lay conquered
Like fruit left to wither
Poor spiritual food

And the spears of bright sun
All brave with its conquest
Did hover unearthly
In banners of fire
I knelt in the garden
Awash with the dawning
A voice came so brightly
I covered my eyes

Thank you for giving
This bright new morning
So steeped seemed the evening
In darkness and blood
Let there be no sadness
No sorrow
Let there be no road too narrow
There will be a new day
It's today
And it’s for us

The Real Masterpiece
Wade Ogle

I’ve written to you of both love and regret
I’ve written to you of murder and death
I’ve written to you of long held secrets
And confessional last breaths

Maybe one day before I’m all alone
With my head covered in stone
I’ll do away with the trying to please
And then I’ll write the real masterpiece

I’ve wondered aloud, “Does God really run this house?”
When every fool has found the key
And I’ve written of nothing when there was nothing else
People and places I’ve never seen

Maybe one day before I’m all alone
With my head covered in stone
I’ll do away with the trying to please
And then I’ll write the real masterpiece

William Bonney
Wade Ogle

My name is William Bonney
An it is not for you money
That I’ve come to do harm to you
For you have made a bad mistake
And now you wretched life I’ll take
And the world will be rid of you
When Tunstall died, so did I
And now you will take your ride
Down to the pits of hell
Where you will see once again
That although I am just a kid
I’ll never be afraid of you

Brady offered invitation
Quick release with a long probation
Maybe a short stay inside a cell
Well, I offered him invite as well
To kiss my ass and go to hell
For I’ll never be dragged down alive
For when Tunstall died, so did I
And now you will take your ride
Down to the pits of hell
Where you will see once again
That although I am just a kid
I’ll never be afraid of you

My name is William Bonney and Henry McCarty
You may think you know what I have done
But I swear by these stars so bright
That you and yours will die tonight
And I’ll only laugh and make fun
For when Tunstall died, so did I
And now you will take your ride
Down to the pits of hell
Where you will see once again
That although I am just a kid
I’ll never be afraid of you

Bonnie & Clyde
Wade Ogle

You’ve heard the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and how he died
If you’re still in need of something to read
Then here’s the story of Bonnie & Clyde

I was never once ever afraid
Or in regret of any choice I made
And I know that I was born to die
Even so, I just want to lay down and cry

Hush my man for you are still my hero
My big man whose name is Clyde Barrow
Even though we are hated by them boys
You & I always made a hell of a big noise

The lesson my girl is do not steal
For he who pulls the trigger will be he who is killed
But for your hero whose name is Clyde Barrow
Death is only part of the thrill

No the lesson my man is do not fall in love
It is given and taken only by he from above
But as the hours grow darker and darker still
It is I Bonnie Parker who loves you now and
I always will

Oh my love for you is true

Huddie Leadbetter
Wade Ogle

I’m Huddie Leadbetter, let’s go have some fun
If things go badly, I’ll not need the use of a gun
Listen to me play, some say I’m the best
You will agree or my knife will be found in your chest

Well I was imprisoned in south Houston land
But I sung for the guv’nor and now I am a free man
I moved to New York where I met my sweet wife
But some old fool got crazy and I took his fucking life

For many long years behind bars I stayed
But I sung for the guv’nor and now I’m on my way

Well Woody oh Woody where are you my friend?
Let’s get together and sing our songs again
This land is your land and this land is mine
But my woman ran off with another deep in the pine

I’m Huddie Leadbetter, let’s go have some fun
If things go badly, I’ll not need the use of a gun
Listen to me play, some say I’m the best
You will agree or my knife will be found in your chest

Robert Johnson
Wade Ogle

I saw the ghost of Robert Johnson
Standing out on highway 61
He said dear boy I’m twenty-seven
But my old spirit is one hundred and one

I am the black vampire
Burned from my years, lost in the fire
Hell is the price, the price I’ve paid
But down here son, everybody knows my name

I saw the ghost of Robert Johnson
Weeping out on highway 61
He cried dear God, please have mercy
I was foolish and I was very young

I have grown  tired of the flame
I have but one little song left here to play
I have saved the very best for you
Saint Peter will you please let me through?

Robert oh Robert, do not fret
God almighty has not forgotten you yet
But there is one thing left to say
For the Lord of Hosts, my son, you will never play

You see Robert, there’s no guitars in heaven
because we don’t get the blues. There’s no drinking whiskey
on Saturday nights, there’s no gambling among friends,
and as of late, there’s no smoking indoors.
But c’mon son, God ain’t gonna wait on you all day boy.
Jump in the back, it’s time to go.

Hang on Peter, suddenly it doesn’t feel so hot down here
I like whiskey with my friends, I like gambling on Saturday nights,
I need my guitar, I like running around with married women
And we’ve been smoking indoors down here for as long as I can remember.

I’ll stay right here Pete, thank you.
And I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I’ll burn on
forever more.

Got To Move / Amazing Graze  
Fred McDowell / traditional

You got to move, you got to move
You got to move child, you got to move
When the Lord gets ready, you got to move

You may be high, you may be low
You may be rich child, you may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready, you got to move

You see that woman out working the street
You see the cop out upon his beat
But when the Lord gets ready, they got to move