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CreditsMaking a recording like this is a collaborative effort. Without the work of the sound engineers, graphic artists, and others, we would never have completed this project. So thanks to John M. at Sound of Music for superb recording and mixing. He caught our sound just perfectly. It was a whirlwind of studio time, but we’d do it again any time. Thanks, to Bill at Slipped Disc for his excellent mastering. He caught things that we would never have heard, and made the recording sparkle. Thanks, to John G. for consulting on the cover art. Without his eye and knowledge of color charts the CD would not be so delightful to look at. Thanks, too to Pam Paré for the loan of her father’s F-4 mandolin that Barry plays on Elzic's Farewell. It is a joy to use!Thanks, also, to all of our musical colleagues. Your passion and interest always inform our work. We especially thank our families, who have generously given of their time with us to allow us the time to make music. Without this support we would not be able to do what we do. Credits: Produced by Runaway String Band with John Morand Recorded and mixed by John Morand, March 5-8, 2010, at The Sound of Music, Richmond, VA Mastered by Bill McElroy, Slipped Disc, Ashland, VA CD design by Lynn Trott and Doug Austin with John Girimont Runaway String Band is: Barry Trott – Guitar, fretless banjo, mandolin, vocals Dave Paddock – Fretful banjo, vocals Doug Austin – Mandolin, guitar, vocals Lynn Trott – Lyra viol, vocals Song Notes
Jericho Road – Steve Fisher (© Tinfish (BMI), used by permission) Old Walkerton Bridge – Doug Austin (© 2010, all rights reserved) Wise County – Barry Trott © 2010, all rights reserved) LyricsDown the River I GoCome along and go with me, down the river I go.Carry you down to Tennessee, down the river I go. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. Horse and buggy carry you around, down the river I go. Your little feet never touch ground, down the river I go. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. Sixteen miles away from home chicken crow for day. Any many who’s got a wife had better get her away. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. If I had a needle and thread fine as I could sew. Sew my love to my shirttail and down the river I go. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. Down the river I go, Uncle Joe, down the river I go. Jericho Road (by Steve Fisher © Tinfish Music)Hurricane wind is a whip-cracking down.Never be the same in the Big Easy town. Bells are ringing out, trumpets did blow. So many people had nowhere to go. And the walls tumbled down, levees let go. Washing us down Jericho Road. Cardboard king looks down from his throne. Why aren’t these peasants in their summer homes? The good Lord provides and leaves to them pray. I do believe we have a photo-op here today. And the walls tumbled down, levees let go. Washing us down Jericho Road. Mineral queen says they’re better off now. The cripples should learn how to swim anyhow. And all you lucky souls who didn’t drown in the lake, Take a teaspoon of water and a little bit of cake. And the walls tumbled down, levees let go. Washing us down Jericho Road. These are the times that try men’s souls. Our common sense has been bought and sold. Troubled in body, troubled in soul, Scattered like stones down the Jericho Road. And the walls tumbled down, levees let go. Washing us down Jericho Road. Sending out an SOS, sending out an SOS. Ain’t no Grave/My Lord is a RockAin’t no grave gonna hold my body down.Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down. When I hear that trumpet sound, I’m gonna get up out of that ground. Ain’t no grave gonna hold my body down. My Lord is a rock in a weary land, Weary land, in the weary land. My Lord is a rock in the weary land, Shelter in the time of the storm. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter one When the Lord God’s work had just begun. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter two When the Lord God read that bible through. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter three When the Lord God died on Calvary. My Lord is a rock in a weary land, Weary land, in the weary land. My Lord is a rock in the weary land, Shelter in the time of the storm. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter four When the Lord God went among the poor. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter five When the Lord God he brought the dead alive. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter six When he went to Jerusalem and healed the sick. My Lord is a rock in a weary land, Weary land, in the weary land. My Lord is a rock in the weary land, Shelter in the time of the storm. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter seven When the Lord God died, and he went up to heaven. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter eight When he met the women at Jerusalem gate. Stop and let me tell you ‘bout chapter nine When the Lord God turned the water to wine. Lazy FarmerI’ll sing you a song and it won’t be long,'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn’t hoe corn. Reason why I never could tell, For this young man was always well. Planted his corn the first of June, By July it was knee-high. Went down to the fence and there peeked in, The weeds and the grass was up to his shin. Weeds and the grass they grew so high, Caused this young man for to sigh. Come September, came a big frost, All this young man’s corn was lost. Now his courtship had just begun, She said young man did you hoe your corn. I tried, I tried, I tried in vain, I don’t believe I’ll raise one grain. Why do you come to me to wed, And you can’t raise your own cornbread. I do believe a horse and plow 'D suit you better than a wife just now. She gave him the mitten sure as you’re born. Gave him the devil ‘cause he wouldn’t hoe corn. Said single I am and will remain, A lazy man I won’t maintain. Now his courtship was to an end, And on his way he then began. Sayin' pretty little miss, I’ll get another girl, If I have to ramble this whole wide world. FloraWhen first I came to Louisville, my fortune there to find.I met a fair young maiden there, whose beauty filled my mind. Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips, they gave my heart no rest. The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West. I courted lovely Flora, she promised ne’er to go. But soon a tale was told to me that filled my heart with woe. They said she meets another man, who holds my love in jest, And yet I trusted Flora, the Lily of the West. Way down in yonder shady grove, a man of low degree, Spoke unto my Flora there, and kissed her ‘neath the tree. The answers that she gave to him like arrows pierced my breast. I was betrayed by Flora, the Lily of the West. I stepped up to my rival, my dagger in my hand. I seized him by the collar, and I ordered him to stand. All in my desperation, I stabbed him in his breast. I killed a man for Flora, the Lily of the West. And then I had to stand my trial, I had to make my plea. They placed me in a prisoner’s dock, and then commenced on me. Although she swore my life away, deprived me of my rest. Still I love my faithless Flora. Meeting in the AirYou have heard of little Moses in the bulrush.You have heard of fearless David and his sling. You have heard the story told of dreaming Joseph, And of Jonah and the whale you often sing. There’s going to be a meeting in the air, In the sweet, sweet by and by. I’m going to meet you, meet you over there In that home beyond the sky. Such singing you will hear, Never heard by mortal ears, ‘Twill be glorious I do declare. And God’s own son will be the leading one, At that meeting in the air. There are many, many others through the Bible. I’d like to meet them all I do declare. By and by the Lord will surely let us meet them, At that meeting in the air. There’s going to be a meeting in the air, In the sweet, sweet by and by. I’m going to meet you, meet you over there In that home beyond the sky. Such singing you will hear, Never heard by mortal ears, ‘Twill be glorious I do declare. And God’s own son will be the leading one, At that meeting in the air. Wayfaring StrangerI am a poor, wayfaring stranger.Traveling through this world of woe. And there’s no sadness, no toil or danger. In that bright land to which I go. I’m going there to see my father, I’m going there no more to roam. I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only going over home. I know dark clouds will gather round me. I know my way is rough and steep. But beauteous fields lie just before me. Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep. I’m going there to see my mother, I’m going there no more to roam. I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only going over home. I want to wear that crown of glory, When I come to that holy land. I want to sing salvation’s story, I concert with that blood-washed band. I’m going there to see my Savior, I’m going there no more to roam. I’m only going over Jordan. I’m only going over home. Jealous Hearted MeTakes a rocking chair to rock, takes rubber ball to rollTakes the man I love to satisfy my soul Cause I’m jealous, jealous hearted me. I said I’m jealous, jealous as I can be. Got an oven in the kitchen, bakes it nice and brown, But I need a poppa to turn my damper down. Cause I’m jealous, jealous hearted me. I said I’m jealous, jealous as I can be. You can have my money, you can have my home, But for goodness sakes women let my man alone. Cause I’m jealous, jealous hearted me. I said I’m jealous, jealous hearted me. Gonna buy me a bulldog, watch while I sleep. Watch that man of mine on his midnight creep. Cause I’m jealous, jealous hearted me. I said I’m jealous, jealous as I can be. |
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