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

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 a rod or staff for 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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

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

Will they forgive me when they see me and say

This is the price that I have to pay

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

 

 

But I thought it wouldn’t happen today

I though it would not happen this way

I hope they forgive me when they see me this way

Just another wreck on a life’s highway

 

Through ill season we lost our sunshine

I overheard a love story that gone wrong

With a mind not right, the end is in sight

Of this long forgotten song

 

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

 

That’s what I was I was about to say

and I thought it wouldn’t happen today

this is the price that I have to pay

But it happened to me anyway

And I didn’t hear anyone pray

Looking down on the road where I lay

Mother forgive me when you see me this way

And I wish it was still yesterday

When we were just so happy and gay

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

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

 

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

 

 

The Dealer and his Wife

 

(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