OUR SONGS

The

   Magic City Trio


Here are the words to some of our songs, for you all to sing along.

He was the Last American Hobo

'for those who seek shall find '

He was the last American hobo

At the end of his line

Crossing the Lucinda river

To leave this world behind

There is a way to negotiate

The transportation  of your soul

When someone asked him what it meant He said ,


You may look…….. You may find it…………….

And when you find it  you will know


The towns and country fairs

He'd avoid them if he could

With people ready to do him evil

In the name of doing good

You share tables with unknown enemies

In the places where you go

You’ll need to find protection


You may look…….. You may find it ……………

And when you find it  you will know


When he was a young man. ..,

The world unrolled before his eyes

In the Golden Rush Hotels

He was so handsome women cried

In the Father Redcap and Hercules

Good fortune was denied

And in In the Hazards of Balthasar

He found loss that never died


He travelled through the lines and laces

Printed on his face

That had to Say upon reflection

‘you should have found another place’

When these woods were young

That’s the Peace you want to know

when your mother and father were alive in time


You may look ,   you may find it

And when you find it  you will know



He was the last American hobo

At the end of his line

Crossing the Lucinda river

To leave this world behind


Love me Love my Ford




Love me love my ford

It’s a car that you can afford

That’s what I was I was about to say

I wished I hadn’t looked the other way


I thought it wouldn’t happen today

I thought it wouldnt happen this way 

Mother forgive me when you see me this way 

I'm just another  wreck on a life’s highway


She was making some kind of  point

The world just seems out of joint

Nothing happens when you turn the page

And they call this living in this day and age


I thought it wouldn’t happen today

I thought it wouldnt happen this way 

Mother forgive me when you see me this way 

I'm just another  wreck on a life’s highway



I had a dream the other night everything was quiet and and still 

You were running through a cornfield

and i was high upon a hill


My pride came before your fall   

I heard my dead sister call

'We got a live one' , he did shout   

But I knew they wouldn’t get me out


I thought it wouldn’t happen today

I thought it wouldnt happen this way 

Mother forgive me when you see me this way 

I'm just another  wreck on a life’s highway



And I didn’t hear anyone pray

Looking down on  the road  where I lay

And I wish it was still yesterday

I'm just another  wreck on a life’s highway



I wont live to see another day

of my life as its slipping away

But its all I have left is to say

at the end of the road i must  pay   



Oliver Curtis Perry Parts 1 and 2


(Sweeney - Holder)



Oliver Curtis Perry was an outlaw to himself


He went to rob a train one night , with nobody’s help


He put on a scarlet hood and wore an iron vest


He carried a pistol and an Indian charm to aid him in his quest



Chorus


He saw, he saw the light come shining


Shining all around,


He saw, he saw the light come shining


When that train came round




He leapt upon the mail train as it left the yard


He broke in through the boxcar door and stood before the guard


He said 'open up the safe so the gold reflects upon my face


He left the boxcar with the gold , disappeared without a trace




Curtis Perry left the train that night, the guard then told his tale


Since no one can rob a train alone, they put the guard in jail


Only two months later Curtis tried it once again


He didn’t take the gold this time , he only stole the train




The Pinkertons and Railroad men finally tracked him down


They put him in the prison close at Dannemora Town


He could not escape that jail despite his many tries


Protesting his conditions there he drove nails into his eyes.




He remained in prison, he never was released


Till all the men who put him there, were forgotten or deceased


The treated him so badly, they were so unkind


They only broke his body , but not his spirit nor his mind

22


(Sweeney - Holder)


 I get in my car and drive that quarter mile


When I choose my groceries, you greet me with a smile


I say hello to you and put the money in your hand


you talk about the times of day, you’re such a handsome man


 


Chorus


Was it you, was it you . she would have been 22


Was it you, was it you , she would have been twenty two




I see you at the weekend on a sunday morn


You always have that wave for me as you cut your lawn


I see you at the church, you address the people there


Talking about jesus and the redeeming power of prayer


 Chorus



two hunters came across her just when the evening shadows fall


they thought it was a mannequin lay down bside the wall


they went and called the police, to investigate the crime


they couldn’t recognize her she’d been there a long long time



Chorus



Was it some one else ,……….. or was it…………. both of you



You know it oh so well


I know you'll never tell


But I'll see you burn in Hell


Because it was you

Cousins War    



A summers day, a yellow dress,  she wore violets in her hair

She was to marry her own true love, with a love only they could share

But her brother took a hunting knife, He hurt her love full sore

And he is dead by her brother’s hand, that led a family into war


Go dig a hole in the meadow, dig a hole in the cold cold ground

Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow, to lay her true love down



The harvest moon it waxed and waned, the future filled with  dread

She threw her wedding ring away, the gold turned into lead

Her tears were like a river wild, her cries as loud as a storm

Her child was born when the spring had come , and her love she will ever mourn


So dig a hole in the meadow, dig a hole in the cold cold ground

Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow, to lay her true love down



The war went on for many more years, where many more young men die

Great houses fell on burning hills, with pale horses riding by

Riding through fields of iron and blood, sowing the seeds of death and pain,

Reaping the sons of the hydras teeth, fodder from the devils grain


So dig a hole in the meadow, dig a hole in the cold cold ground

Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow, to lay all those young men down


Dust of Mars


I knew a duster was coming, Bigger than the one before

So we all went to the basement, and got behind our cellar door

When I woke up my land had gone, It has not I heard someone say

It floats above an office desk, a hundred miles away



chorus

The trees they give no shelter

from a sky that gives no rain

One day I know we’ll return to dust

But in this dust I will not remain


As I walk through this hollow land , And talk through fever dreams

Where good times just come back to you, With no mercy as it seems

I've had enough l ll pack up my stuff , And take all that I hold dear

I'll follow the factory money ,Just to get me out of here



And if I pass you by my friend ,As I go on my way

I'll give back what I have took from you, Any kindness I will repay

I continued to the outhouse , Sometime between three or four

And I saw another duster coming , Bigger than the one before


The trees they give no shelter

from a sky that gives no rain

One day I know we’ll return to dust

But in this dust I will not remain



A Prayer for Hope and Happy Times


(Sweeney - Holder)


 


We walk the streets, in rotten shoes,


Through a haze , of iceberg blues


We walk through lives, that look real fine,


But that lives not yours, and its not mine


 


And we age, at the speed of light,


we don’t sleep well , through endless nights


We have our friends, we have our times


But those friends aren’t yours, and those times aren’t mine.


 


I think about, another day, when good luck, will come our way


But today, its just another time, when luck’s not yours, and its not mine


 


One day I hope, if I should dare, to find a god. who’ll take a prayer


A prayer for hope, and happy times


But that god’s not yours,and its not mine


But I still hope for better times.

A Funnel Cloud in Albuquerque


(Sweeney - Holder)


 


The day began like any other, They had said ther prayers for rain


No rain had come in 40 days. They thought they prayed in vain


It was later in the evening, we were choosing red or green?


And the first drops hit the ground outside the rattlesnake museum


 


A funnel cloud in Albuquerque, With a white hot lightning spark


The golden number five on red would be our Noah's ark


 


Then an ocean fell upon the old town, with water getting high


The fish swam down san felipe street and the roadrunner had to fly


Was it the tears of the virgin in the tree, the way she showed her pain


But all the saints in Santisima, they could not stop that rain


 


A funnel cloud in Albuquerque, With a white hot lightning spark


The golden number five on red would be our Noah's ark


 


We thought what kind of saints these were, who could make a wind so ill


Then the power went down from the saucer house to the quesadilla grille


The people were getting restless, there was no plan in mind


So we went with Susie to the basement, and left our cars behind


 


A funnel cloud in Albuquerque, With a white hot lightning spark


The golden number five on red would be our Noah's ark


 


A funnel cloud in Albuquerque, were not finished yet


So careful what you pray for, for it might be what you get



Their Final Day on Earth


(Sweeney - Holder)




A dealer and his wife were enjoying their life


In the last days of May


Tired of getting people higher, They wanted to retire


And do one last deal that day




They put all their money in a brown paper sack


Then to a house of low degree


They met two strangers there but they didn’t think to care


When one stranger said follow me




They took the dealer and his wife to a lonely place


Where they worried about their fate


Then one stranger drew a gun and the other drew a knife


And ended their earthly state




The strangers took a shovel and they dug a hole


As the sun was going down


They took what remained of the dealer and his wife


And buried them in the ground




This is the strory of the dealer and his wife


Who now sleep in the dirt


That’s how thing went and that’s how they spent


Their final day on earth


Black dog Following Me   


There’s a black dog, following me

He’s there in the distance, but his features I can see

He’ll soon be, at my shoulder

Coming down throughout the years, as life gets colder


Darkness grows and the cold wind blows ,

Through the people in this town

Where the Age of Aquarius, met its killing ground

But I won’t let my house fall down


There’s  black dog , waiting at my gate

The streets are uneven , when my whiskey’s straight

Straight ahead now  Straight to nowhere,

Where I don’t know who I am and probably don’t care


Darkness grows and the cold wind blows ,

Through the people in this town

Where the Age of Aquarius, met its killing ground

But I won’t let my house fall down

Fall Down



There’s a black dog, walking in my head

                                                        

Darkness grows and the cold wind blows

Through the people in this town


Through the streets of regret, and fields of dread


When the  Age of Aquarius, met its killing ground

But I won’t let my house fall down