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The Forty-Ninth Parallel
02:26
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Should have married for money
Like any woman in her right mind would do
Instead I settled for love
And don’t you know that that’s the worst thing you can do
We fell short on rent
We fell short on good time
Now I got nothing to my name
His name that I took for mine
See I come from the country
From a family of status and pride
To counting tips in the city
As a low-class, working man’s bride
We fell short on rent
We fell short on good time
Now I got nothing to my name
His name that I took for mine
Now I’m back in the country
With what little is left of my prime
I got the ranch now I just need a cowboy
On that forty-ninth parallel line
Should have married for money
Like any woman in her right mind would do
Instead I settled for love
And don’t you know that that’s the worst thing you can do
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Carrying On
03:27
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Somehow we got here, all in this room
Well, it’s so filled with bliss, and so filled with doom
We’re all dying together
Somehow we’re laughing, and carrying on
When we know in an instant, it all could be gone
We’re all dying here together
Life don’t cost nothing, but your sweet time
And you know you’d be spending it anyway
So hold every minute, like it’s your last dime
For the good lord could take it from you anyday
Sometimes I think that I’m the only one
Who fears every second before it’s begun
We’re all dying together
Sometimes I think that I’m the only one
Who looks to the sky and can’t find the sun
We’re all dying here together
Life don’t cost nothing, but your sweet time
And you know you’d be spending it anyway
So hold every minute, like it’s your last dime
For the good lord could take it from you anyday
Someday the dim lights of our night life will fade
With the sand in the ashtray, we’ll be tossed away
We’re all dying together
Someday the comfort of kinship we knew
Will all disappear down that dark avenue
We’re all dying alone
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3. |
High Holiday
04:17
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High holiday
And everyone’s together
By the hearthside they will stay
Inside from the weather
Everyone together
But I’m far away
On this high holiday
High Holiday
Empty streets are full of sorrow
All the shops are closed today
Guess I’ll wait till tomorrow
Find a bandstand to borrow
And a guitar to play
On this high holiday
Midnight motorway
Through Buffalo, Wyoming
From the passing cars they say
In the Big Horns it’s snowing
Across the black ice it’s blowing
And the lodgepole boughs sway
On this high holiday
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4. |
In A Time Of Doubt
02:50
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You caught me in a time of doubt
So young among the downtown glow
The freshest bloom that you could find
With a forlorn face, and a mouth filled with woe
You caught me in a childish time
And took me in, to still my shaking
You became all I couldn’t live without
Then you cut me off, now my veins are aching
You walk through this world like you’ve been here before
You’re always certain and I’m never sure
I drank your poison now I’m going back where the water is pure
I drifted from your grand devise
And faltered from what you collected
No longer satisfied your hungry eyes
A half-grown field that you neglected
I knew that you had turned on me
So I ran for those southern hills
Where the only people that I see
Is the doctor, my Mother, and Dad
You walk through this world like you’ve been here before
You’re always certain and I’m never sure
I drank your poison now I’m going back where the water is pure
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5. |
Intervention
02:37
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Oh, it’s so hard to find the pleasure
In the simple things I do
But when I’m sitting by my lover’s side
He makes the simple things feel new
I swear the sugar in my coffee
Is sweeter than it was before
And the pills I take to keep my mind
I don’t need them anymore
For I’ve been healed by an angel from within an earthly man
An intervention much more than divine the moment that our love began
Many times he’s found me crying
Lying on the kitchen floor
Many times he’s found me filled with rage
Kicking chairs and slamming doors
Oh, I don’t know how he takes it
All the other sides of me
How he knows just when to hold me close
And just when to let me be
For I’ve been healed by an angel from within an earthly man
An intervention much more than divine the moment that our love began
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6. |
Mom and Dad's Waltz #2
02:50
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A welfare Mom, and a farewell Dad
And a child they never meant to have
Taking turns with empty arms
Trying to keep that baby safe from harm
Dad took a job to work up north
And he won’t be back till November fourth
Mother holds her breath till rent is due
Praying that his cheque goes through
His Grandma gets him on Sundays
Then back to Mother’s on Mondays
Always playing with a different set of toys
Seems like a dream for a little boy
But no good soul should live that way
With a different parent every day
Waking up and never knowing
To which crib they will be going
That child’s been crying bitter tears
As he’s passed around for years and years
Never knowing how it feels to stay
When he learns to walk, he’ll walk away
And they all will wonder what they’ve done
To raise up such a troubled son
All they have to do is take a look
Into that grown man’s baby book
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Providence Place
03:26
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Gather my clothes from the bottom drawer
Hang my fiddle up on the wall
Lay the mandolin in the mandolin case
Take my jacket from the bedroom door
And hang it out in the hall
Tomorrow they’re moving me to Providence Place
We’ve always walked in circles
Destinations never change
I’ve known this place for ages
But I can’t recall its name
Dear old friend let’s not pretend
What’s left of our youth is gone
And vanished away like winter in May
My dear friend good things will end
I guess we’d better say so long
It’s many a stage we’ve sang and played
We’ve always played in circles
That seldom ever change
I’ve known this tune for ages
But I can’t recall its name
We’ve always talked in circle
Conversations never change
I’ve known you for ages
But I can’t recall your name
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It makes me shake and shiver
To see the hoar frost quiver
On aspen near the river
South Saskatchewan
The snowgoose turns to say
We’re a long, long way to Galveston
The factory steam it billows
To mile-high poison pillows
We wander through the willows
And down the icy shore
It’s then you turn to say
“We’re a long, long way from Hudson Bay”
Where the Sage and Sharp-tailed Grouses
Used to look for spouses
There’s a row of new-made houses
Going up for sale
Says the magpie to a mule deer
I suppose they’ll build a school here pretty soon
We crest the river ridges
See the city which is
Made of trestle bridges
And traffic lights a-glow
It’s then you turn to say
We’re a long, long way from yesterday
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Here come the people of the morning
And the heat of the light
What a gentle way of warning
That I slept right through another night
Death comes every evening
Crying at my door
Standing cold out on the sidewalk
But I know just what he’s looking for
He’s looking for a body
That simplest to find
And he thinks that he can have me
But I know it’s not my time
When kindred souls are for away
And the endless night is near
These few words I often pray
Spare me over one more year
I never leave without a pen knife
In my pocket or my hand
For if I’m taken from this brief life
It will not be from his hands
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People come down
Down from the hills
Down to the flatlands below
That long, frigid winter that held us apart’s
Departed with the cold wind and snow
The water is swelling
The creek bed is wide
And it’s a long messy road into town
But nothing can stop us for we’re on our way
To hear that sweet orchestra sound
Lonnie’s on rhythm
Bud Romanksi’s on bass
McGlynn plays the steel guitar
Commence with a four-count and the crack of a drum
Turn around at the end of the bar
Fold up the tables
Stack all the chairs
Throw a little more salt on the floor
Take a drink from the bottle and cast off the cork
For we’ll dance the whole night or more
A redwing down yonder
does the Westphalia Waltz
Sings “In Heaven There’ll Be No Beer”
The Lark in the Morning does a French Minuet
Since the Cock of the North is here
The band is all packed up
The last door is locked
When the morning’s first sunlight appears
May the Lord bless and keep you till we meet again
Once more in the fall of the year
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