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Down the Road
02:14
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Sweet September
You lasted forever
You wasted my money and time
As the days turn to weeks
Of staining the sheets
With loving and bleeding and wine
Down the Road
Down the Road
I'm going as fast as she goes
So it's off like a shot
And forget me not
This train it is ten miles long
Call me lover or liar
Your one heart's desire
I was here, O, but now I am gone
Down the Road
Down the Road
I'm going as fast as she goes
When may we meet again
O no, never my friend
There's nothing but walls in a home
And to be Prince of Thieves
Is to run wild and free
But end your days cold and alone
Down the Road
Down the Road
I'm going as fast as she goes
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2. |
Raise the Banner
03:31
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Raise me a banner of the deepest black
And let me see it wave
Every city street and every railroad track
For the Days of Love and Rage
Raise me a banner of the people's red
Every farm and every town
For the workers lost, for the blood we bled
And never let it down
It's the same road we've all travelled
From the cradle to the grave
Let me hear the rumble and the rattle
Let the day be today
Let the murmurs run through the marketplace
To the migrant far from home
To the the young girl washing clothes
To the old man breaking stones
You never are alone
It's the same road we've all travelled
From the cradle to the grave
Let me hear the rumble and the rattle
Let the day be today
For the mothers and the daughters who've been shackled from birth
To the working class kids never told of their worth
To the innocent shot dead in the middle of the street
To the voice under the hand that's just been trying to speak
There are other ways to go
There are other roads to take
We don't have to keep on dying for the rich man's mistakes
Reach your hands out to your sisters
To your brothers and your friends
Throw some fuel upon this fire or this night will never end
It's the same road we've all travelled
From the cradle to the grave
Let me hear the rumble and the rattle
Let the day be today
Let the day be today
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3. |
Milltown Blues
02:37
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O, my mountain rose
Sing me one last song
Sing me one last song ‘fore we go
For the mill is closed
And the work’s all gone
But The Company lingers on
They own our house
They own our yard
They own the bed where we’re lying
And they own the foreman
In his big motor car
They own our baby’s crying
If I had my way
My darling dear
If I had my way, O, to dream
I would walk on down
To the Company Store
I’d buy bullets and gasoline
I would knock on every mansion door
From here to Industrial Park
Crying “master dear
Though your eyes now close
Can you see those flames in the dark?”
Crying “master, master”
Eyes now closed
“Can you see those flames in the dark?”
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4. |
Bethlehem Steel
03:59
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Pennsylvania, take me in your trees
Bury me so deep beneath your burning autumn leaves
Little town of Bethlehem means nothing to me
Anymore
Daddy’s gone, got dug up at the root
Caught between the casting spill, the boiler, and the chute
Now I’m just a boy in a pair of dead man’s boots
By the door
They say that America has Bethlehem Steel
Running down the length of her spine
She’s hard and unfeeling and cold to the touch
She was born way down in the mines, boys
Born way down in the mines
I stumble as I pass on through the gate
Where on these weary soles a different man walked yesterday
But it’s like the foreman says, we don’t get no time to waste
Past the door
And I learned to work, I learned to toil and rush
Pretending all these hours won’t just someday turn to rust
My lungs are getting speckled like the belly of a thrush
In the morn
They say that America has Bethlehem Steel
Running down the length of her spine
I’m shackled to her bed and now she’s bearing down like lead
Pushing all that weight into mine, boys
Pushing all that weight into mine
And I’ve seen their towers crowned, your cities fed
I’ve made thunder, I’ve made fire loud enough to wake the dead
Promises were made, I can’t remember what they said
Anymore
They say that America has Bethlehem Steel
Running down the length of her spine
But how can I carry the weight of a nation
With a back made of old knotted pine, boys
A back made of old knotted pine?
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5. |
The Traveler's Warning
03:07
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Don’t go running o’er that hill
Don’t go wandering through that field
There’s an old man with a shotgun
His heart is in the ground
So if you’re bound to ramble it’s best to ramble ‘round
Don’t go running through them trees
Don’t go wading through them weeds
There’s an old man with the money
And he’ll take your child and wife
So if you’re bound to ramble you best protect your life
There’s nowhere left to go, it’s plain to see
Nowhere left in the land of the free
Don’t go swimming ‘cross that stream
Don’t go into that garden green
Though your belly might be aching
Feet begin to bleed
Get back in that caravan, take this advice from me
There’s nowhere left to go, it’s plain to see
Nowhere left in the land of the free
Chain link fences and fire
A nation of liars
A child locked tight in a cage
Family ties soon forgotten
And liberty rotten
Now that grandmother’s laid in the grave
Follow me to the border
Stand shoulder to shoulder
Together like rock and like stone
No more nation of dreamers
Just twisted redeemers
Who built a church on stolen earth
And filled it up with blood and bone
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6. |
O, Catalonia!
02:37
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Going down the mountain
Down to the other side
Going down the mountain
Death’s gonna’ be my bride, O
Death’s gonna’ be my bride
See them blackshirts running
Running through the trees
See them blackshirts running
Running after me, Lord
Running after me
So I’m going down the mountain
Down to the other side
Going down the mountain
Death’s gonna’ be my bride, O
Death’s gonna’ be my bride
The Internationales
Say they’re going home
I’ll be dead and buried
I’ll be naught but bones, Lord
I’ll be naught but bones
So I’m going down the mountain
Down to the other side
Going down the mountain
Death’s gonna’ be my bride, O
Death’s gonna’ be my bride
See the red sun sinking
The red sun’s almost gone
But I’ll die before I kneel before
The Eagle of Saint John, Lord
The Eagle of Saint John
So I’m going down the mountain
Down to the other side
Going down the mountain
Death’s gonna’ be my bride, O
Death’s gonna’ be my bride, O
Death’s gonna’ be my bride, O
Death’s gonna’ be my bride
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7. |
Border of Dakota
03:21
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At the fading crest of summer
As the sun was sinking low
The salmon flies were hatching
Rising like a plume of smoke
You said you'd never seen a sight the like
"O God, O glory be"
But I don't wanna' be here anymore
On the border of Dakota
I thought I heard you say to me
While you were twisting like a rope
In the passenger seat
That your mind feels like an ashtray
You're sick of all these dreams
And I don't wanna' be here anymore
Crossing into Oklahoma
Rolling joints on the dashboard
Where the dust cloud rolled like thunder
So many years before
Lacing your boots in case you find the place
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
And I don't wanna' be here anymore
I don't wanna' be here anymore
On the shores of Carolina
With your feet deep in the sand
Your hair faded green like nicotine
Your knife was in your hand
You said this life ain't worth the living
But I don't think you understand
And I don't wanna' be here anymore
I don't wanna' be here anymore
I don't wanna' be here anymore
I don't wanna' be here anymore
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8. |
Savory, Sage, & Cyprus
03:30
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It’s sneering, jeering faces
They’re foaming at the mouth
White knuckles ‘round their signs
Like vines ‘round sycamores down south
I’m walking with a crown of thorns
A belly full of lead
Wishing for my mother’s arms
But it’s crosshairs on my head, and O
I wish that I was dead
You know it ain’t that easy
You know it’s goddamn hard
I could walk out on the highway
I could lay down for the cars, and O
There’s laws the land all over
For keeping women down
Dear God, if there’s another way
Please show it to me now
It’s twenty simple steps
From the curb up to the door
But with every step I take
It seems to add a thousand more, and O
The man I loved is nowhere
He’s nowhere to be seen
He dropped off a hundred dollars
And he bid goodbye to me
You know it ain’t that easy
You know it’s goddamn hard
I could walk out on the highway
I could lay down for the cars, and O
There’s laws the land all over
For keeping women down
Dear God, if there’s another way
Please show it to me now
Savory, Sage, and Cyprus
Pennyroyal, Hellebore
Rosemary and her sisters
Are marching off to war
And in our town’s a lonesome road
And on it is a sign
A sign that says, “Choose Life”
I stopped and told it, “I chose mine.”
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9. |
Sea Song
04:46
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Catherine picks cattails on the walk
From the water by the dock
And tries to laugh it off
Threw away her petals to the war
On a dirty kitchen floor
And never asked what for
She can’t stop thinking ‘bout the things she’s never had
In the years before the shipyard she held fire in her hands
You’ll never see a stronger woman lying where she stands
She always lets the wind push her around
To pretend that her feet aren’t on the ground
The Widows walk the beach along the tide
For the sailors that have died
Praying that they’ll arrive
They keep a candle on the windowsill
In the cold December chill
Just whispering, “until”
They can’t stop thinking ‘bout the things they never had
The mouths so full of water but still crying for the land
The smiles shone so brightly, now ground down and full of sand
And the wind still finds its way around the door
In a voice you thought was gone forevermore
The Fisherman runs fingers through his net
He doesn’t mind the wet
He isn’t old just yet
He sings his song the boy at the bar
Whose hair is black as tar
He thinks he shimmers like a star
He can’t stop thinking ‘bout the things he’s never had
His lamplight flickers heavy as he walks along the strand
At night he beds with dogs and drunks and filth of fellow man
And listens to the walls that creak and moan
Until he falls asleep again alone
The Sea just bends and breathes and breaks again
Mistaken as a friend
Making love to the wind
It doesn’t pay no mind unto the rocks
Or people on the docks
Or the ticking of their clocks
But it can’t stop thinking ‘bout the things it’s never had
So many stones and bones that it could hold inside its hands
So many wandering souls that it could get to join the band
To scream and cry and steal the rocks from shore
And rise until we’re gone forevermore
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The sun rose over Homestake in the early morning fog
And a man got off a train bound straight for glory
With a red card in his pocket and a fire in his eye
Frank Little was his name and this his story
To the town of Butte, Montana where they work down in the mines
Trading waking hours for blood and sweat and sorrow
Digging copper for the bosses while they throw us not but dimes
And praying that we see the sun tomorrow
Just two weeks ago, a thousand feet beneath the ground
Two hundred men burned alongside their brothers
Against the doorless bulkheads of the Speculator Mine
They probably died calling for their mothers
Frank Little walked into the town and made his reason known
He's a Wobbly that has been sent from Chicago
He's organized the workers from the mountains to the sea
And he's here to fight for you and fight for me
The lumber camps out in Missoula to the quarries of Spokane
To the oil fields and the dock boys of Wisconsin
Even the migrant workers on the California farms
He organized and inspired his fellow man
We're gonna' strike
We're gonna' strike
We're gonna' strike boys like you never struck before
From the mines up to the shops we're gonna' pull out all the stops
And we'll never stand alone forevermore
You're a worker of the world forevermore
He stood with us through the beatings from The Company's hired men
'Till the picket line stretched on a hundred thousand
Side by side we made a promise, we would not be slaves again
Deafening the bosses with our howling
The workers, Little told, are worth a thousand years in gold
We were never meant to bleed for bread and roses
You can't give up this fight
Hold the picket line tonight
Workers of the World
Unite
Unite
In the early August morning they kicked in Franky's door
And drug him naked out into the street
Those yellow bastards tortured him
Company men and Pinkertons
They tied him up and knocked him off his feet
The sun rose over Homestake in the early morning fog
And a mountain wind went whistling through the trees
Frank Little swung there gently from the Milwaukee bridge
A noose 'round his neck and blood running down his knees
Well, they thought they'd break the strike if they took Frank Little's life
But The Company was gravely mistaken
From Haymarket to Montana is a sea of red bandanas
And the breath of revolution can't be taken
We're gonna' strike
We're gonna' strike
We're gonna' strike boys like you've never struck before
We fought a thousand years alone
We stared down death all on our own
But we'll never stand alone forevermore
We're The Workers of the World forevermore
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11. |
Bound for Glory
04:02
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I’m hopping on a westbound train while the sun still shines
I’m hopping on a westbound train while the sun still shines
Gotta’ see the hills of California one last time
My hands they won’t stop shaking and I’m afraid of my mind
My hands they won’t stop shaking and I’m afraid of my mind
Gotta’ see the hills of California while I still got time
Kiss my wife and family, tell them, “please don’t you cry”
Kiss my wife and family, tell them, “please don’t cry”
Maybe if I get to California I’ll be fine
I’ve seen many people struggle, I’ve seen many people standing up to try
I’ve seen many people struggle, I’ve seen many people standing up to try
I’ve seen blood upon the orchard but I’ve seen fruit upon the vine
And I hear the people screaming, crying, rising, “when will it be time?”
And I hear the people screaming, crying, rising, “when will it be time?”
But if you listen close I hear a whistle coming down that line
Here in my hospital room the walls are closing, I’m running out of time
Here in my hospital room the walls are closing, I’m running out of time
But I can see the hills of California in the back of my mind
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Dusty The Kid Missoula, montana
Hailing from the mountains of Western Montana, Dusty The Kid brings politically charged folk with grim determination and idealistic hope. A multi-instrumentalist, actor, and playwright, The Kid weaves stories with the sounds of olde tyme mountain songs, rowdy pub sessions, and coal covered folk punk. ... more
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