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Folk Songs of the American Longhair

Folk Songs of the American Longhair

Brother Dege

  • 3/8/2010
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Folk Songs of the American Longhair by Brother Dege

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Folk Songs of the American Longhair Lyrics & music by Dege Legg Copyright 2010 BMI Publishing HARD ROW TO HOE Ten long years Ten more to go One rotten jail Go on, let me go, son. Save your prayers Cry no more It ain’t going to help none. Could be the way it was. Could be the way it was. Could be the way it all was sown. Could be a hard row to hoe. You’re hitting land with hardened hoe. But all you plant don’t want to grow none. Beyond the pale, driven dust There ain’t no wonder. It’s hard to tell which way it goes. Doing well, then way down the road, son. You’re taking hell and giving blood To all that want some. Could be a hard row to hoe. Where it ends we never know. How or when or way down the road, son. What kind of men will we become? I’m trying to tell you. Don’t let them break me, lord. Don’t let them break me, lord. Could be the way it all was sown. Could be a hard row to hoe. THE GIRL WHO WEPT STONES Rolling way down. Coming right now. You may be gone. Cause I been so long In coming home To the girl who wept stones. Old men and young. So many have come. You’ve gone with none. And left them wondering What can’t be known ‘Bout the girl who wept stones. She’s born in dry dirt. Where every woman is cursed or crazy. I know how it hurts. All the way to God. To get us through. The girl who wept stones. And I hope she won’t Ever leave me when the cold wind Starts to drone. The girl who wept stones. Wept stones. Your love is strong But my hearts done wrong To everything that’s come round. Done weighed you up with dirt And wore you down. The girl who wept stones. TOO OLD TO DIE YOUNG Round and round Round we go. Where it stops? Nobody knows it. Side to side. Back and forth. God above And the devil below him. You got your reasons And I got my wants. Still get that feeling But I’m too old to die young now. Too old to die young now. Above or below the ground. Too old to die young now. Still the good lord might lay me down. TO FILL A HOLE I slept through the time of waking Blind like a new soul born Torn from the God that made me Thrown to the hell below. Raised in a land of cages Locked upon the dust Up from the foot of a baby Down to the heel of a dog Just racing round With my brain done blown Just wasting time Trying to fill a hole Here come all the signs a’breaking. Laid from the hand of God You know strange is the way he made us. Lost in the Burning Sun. I can’t tell what is damned or sacred. Can’t tell you where to find no love Strange is the way god made us Lost in the hells above You want it. You need it. You feel it in your bones. Touch it. Go on take it. Looking for to fill a hole. HOUSE OF THE DYING SUN When the morning breaks And the grey dawn falls Will my old man wake up ‘neath The dying sun? Watch the temples shake Mansions to slums. Hear the killer sing you to sleep As the ashes fall. They say it’s written in blood. It been chipped in stone. Say the cities are going to sink beneath Fire and flood. Well, some wear crowns of thorns. Others of golden wire. Some of them want to see you live Others will help you die. If your faith ain’t strong. House of the dying sun. There is the Astral Jehovah, Prophet and bastard heir. Just an orphan in this place For 33 years. Come crucify the body to the powerline poles. On the boulevard tonight Going to hang like a scarecrow And sing… No love, no love among you desperate men. Is there no love in the house of the dying sun? I’ve come to seek asylum Mutate in the gene pool. But all I’ve found here Are slaves in the earth’s soil. Come crucify the body To the powerline poles. On the boulevard tonight Gonna hang like a scarecrow. And sing… Bomaye. Is there no love Amongst you desperate men? Is there no love In the House of the Dying Sun? THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS Hold now, the water rising. Coming as the storm arrives. Katrina come to sink the city Bust the levee a hundred wide. Hold now, Don’t break the levee down Some come to save the city Ruin and rage keep pouring down Flood born of blood and pity. The Angel of Death soon hear me now. Hold now Don’t break the levee down. Who now will take The Battle of New Orleans? Climb toward the roofs and shelter Raise your arms to the sky Women, children, mothers, daughters Fathers, sons - done left behind. Hold now Don’t break the levee down. War between God and man. Man and man with world no end. Oh, man he chose to build a city Of sinful mind. God pulled it in. Hold now. Don’t break the levee down. Who now will take? The Battle of New Orleans. DEAD & GONE Why you keep me waiting so long? Waiting round here for way too long. Half the day done came and gone. Guess I’m going to have to wait here some more. Don’t want to wait no more. Coming up to call my lord. Don’t want to wait no more. Pretty soon be dead and gone. Why you keep me hanging around? When all you got to give me Just cannot be found. Begging for the cripple crown. Thousand ways to go up, baby. None to come down. THE WORLD’S LONGEST HOTDOG Jacked up in Waco Baby, you just don’t know Burnt out in Free Town Free Town is where I am from. If you come down to Freak Town Bring your hotdog buns. No, I can’t go on dragging along The world’s longest hotdog. Long as a slow train High as the day is tall Deep as the sea, baby Cruel as the day I’s born If you come down to meat me Bring hotdog buns. I can’t go on dragging along The world’s longest hotdog. OLD ANGEL MIDNIGHT Old Angel Midnight Lead the way to the dawn. Tell me why All the things I done went wrong For now is the hour Tomorrow the break of our bond Yet there is no other way No other way. No other way. Old Angel Midnight. Can you come with the rain And sing to me some more? Hold me close And grope me along the floor. For now is the hour Tomorrow the break of our bond. And there is no other way. No other way. Old Angel Midnight. BLACK IS THE NIGHT Black is the night. Full is the moon. So strange the starlight Down here below. Black is the night. Across the land. No good or evil. No soul of man. Black is the night. Upon our prayers. Just like the darkness. We’ve come to fear. Black is the night. Black is the night We crawl in shade. Twisted and whored. Yonder the godless miles above. In ash of dreams With souls of smoke. Upon our bodies Just flesh and bone. At death we weep. In black we mourn. We’re born in darkness Same way we’ll go. Black is the night. Black is the night But so full the moon So full the moon In ash of dreams. With souls of smoke. Black is the night Black is the night Let it come through.… Expand
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