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Ma​ñ​ana (2011​+​)

by Steve Witt

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Farm Report 04:26
Farm Report ©2016 Steve Witt Written, recorded and performed by Steve Witt The fool who said “It’s a small world” Must fly in jets everywhere Roll your wheels on the highway Takes a long while from here to there Night and day on the highway Singin’ along with the radio Hopin’ to hell to hear Merle Haggard But it’s “The Farm Report” once more The April wind blows against me Headin’ west across the plains And when the night falls on Nebraska Still chasing dreams through the rain Beneath Nebraska skies My radio hums To the west it’s clear So here I come Towards the cool Rocky Mountains Where I wish this trip could end Maybe spend some time in Denver Or in those mountains up ahead The road goes on and I keep rollin’ To the canyon lands beyond On the red rock range I feel secluded Think of them old cowboy songs Pull on a slot machine at breakfast Lose the silver dollar that was change And that traffic jam in Vegas At 3 AM seemed strange Beneath Nevada skies My radio hums To the west it’s clear So here I come Night and day on the highway Singin’ along with the radio Hopin’ to hell to hear Merle Haggard But it’s “The Farm Report” once more
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"Intellectual Shepherd" Words & Music by Steve Witt ©2011 Wave the good wife goodbye Check for my bag of wine Singing the sheep to town Singing another round Round after round Morning is ended soon Gone is the afternoon Camp for the night and then Lay down your empty heads White as the moon Restless unsatisfied Stars in the twilight sky Shoot me a tail or two Falling from black to blue Telling their tales Of people who tend the sheep People who never sleep Watching the stars all night Make sure they don't collide And wake up the sheep Here comes the day again Almost a boring trend 'rose in the east again Wind from the west again Never does change Wave the good stars goodbye Check for my bag of wine Singing the sheep to town Singing another round Round after round Singing the sheep to town Singing another round Round after round
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Fat Cat 04:42
Fat Cat Written, recorded & performed by Steve Witt The old fat cat is screaming in the night I think he's calling out my name . . . out my name The old fat cat is screaming in the night I think he's calling out my name . . . out my name Some nights he don't scream at all But I know he's out there waitin' just the same The elevator's stuck between the third floor and the fourth What if it falls . . . what if it falls The elevator's stuck between the third floor and the fourth What if it falls . . . what if it falls I could climb out through the ceiling But it'd start again and crush me against the wall I went to the doctor, told him I thought I'd broke my nose . . . broke my nose I went to the doctor, told him I thought I'd broke my nose . . . broke my nose I didn't tell him about the cancer 'cause I thought he'd make me take off my clothes
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Girls 04:15
Girls Written, recorded & performed by Steve Witt My very first romance was with a girl in second grade I took a long break after that, I think I mostly played By the time we got to sixth grade girls began to change Girls began to overtake the thoughts within my brain They drove me nuts in junior high, I didn’t know just why Got a better feel for that, on the church hayride Then a couple of pointers on the steps behind the school Gave a whole new understanding to the golden rule Move it along, now buddy These old times have come and they’ve gone Ought’a move on One for you Two for me Three for the days that used to be One for you Two for me Three for the days that used to be Girls in high school, locker love, we flirted in the halls Girls in college, heavens, what went on behind those walls Girls in cars, girls in bars, girls in parking lots Girls were always on my mind, believe it or not There’s a girl now that I love, and that’s how it will stay She’s hotter than a jalapeño on a sultry day I don’t know what she sees in me, that’s not for me to say But all these other girls are now just sketches on a page
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Old Jalopy 04:02
Old Jalopy Written, recorded & performed by Steve Witt She’s slow to start, stiff to steer Limps along on one good gear But she usually gets from there to here Or pretty near Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Old jalopy runnin’ One more day Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Old jalopy runnin’ One more day Under the hood, it’s not so good Things don’t run quite like they should But she still gets around the neighborhood Knock on wood How’re you doin’ mama . . . tell me How’re you doin’ mama . . . tell me How’re you doin’ mama “I’m just getting older every day” How’re you doin’ mama . . . tell me How’re you doin’ mama . . . tell me How’re you doin’ mama “I’m just getting older every day” (instrumental) When its time to hit the road Steam explodes from a ruptured hose Tailpipe sounds like a fireworks show A tire blows Old age ain’t for sissies . . . mama says Old age ain’t for sissies . . . and even though Growin’ old ain’t for sissies It’s mighty fine anyway Old age ain’t for sissies . . . mama says Old age ain’t for sissies . . . and even if Growin’ old ain’t for sissies It’s mighty fine anyway (instrumental) Solvin’ life while travelin’ along You tap your toes and you sing a song The afternoon is mostly gone Are your headlights on? Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Keep that old jalopy runnin’ One more day Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Keep that old jalopy runnin’ Keep that old jalopy runnin’ One more day
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I Can't Do It Written, recorded & performed by Steve Witt ©2012 I’ve got a little problem, I’d like to discuss If you have a moment or two It has a bit to do with anatomy Human physiology too I can’t do it no more, baby I can’t do it no more you see Once upon a time I was the talk of the town Now they’d only laugh at me Maybe it’s the food, maybe it’s the booze Maybe my sedentary style I’m sure you never missed it, anyway But we haven’t made love for awhile ‘cause I can’t do it no more, baby The bubbles are gone from my fizz My ego is scarred, the humility is hard But that’s the only thing that is I know there’s a pill, to bring back the thrill But it would be a lonely affair It’s not much fun at the fireworks show If I’m the only one who’s there I can’t do it no more, baby Even if you wanted me to Shut off the valve, there’s a knot in the hose And I think my face is turning blue Now if I had a dime, for every time I wanted to make love to you We’d never have to worry ‘bout money again And you could buy yourself a whole lot of shoes I can’t do it no more baby What’s goin’ on down there? Seems like a waste of valuable space But it looks good in my underwear I can’t do it no more, baby I guess that’ll be okay I can’t do it anymore And you don’t want to anyway
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Fights 02:55
"Fights" Words & Music by Steve Witt ©2010 I wish I knew . . . what goes wrong When we're together . . . too long There never seems to be a wrong or right When every look turns into a fight We like to share each other's thoughts That's what makes us strong, we thought But now we only back bite And every word turns into a fight I . . . don't know why I . . . don't know why I want you, you want me Most of the time . . . it seems to me But now we can't spend the night 'cause every touch turns into a fight I . . . don't wanna fight I . . . don't wanna fight I wish I knew what goes wrong When we're together . . . too long There never seems to be a wrong or right When every look turns into a fight I . . . don't know why I . . . don't know why I . . . don't wanna fight I . . . don't wanna fight
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Summer Wages 04:25
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Just Breathe 03:46
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These are recordings made here at home with Garageband, Pro Tools, and currently Logic Pro X, unless noted in the individual song info.

The release date of Nov. 2011 is for the initial posting of the first group of recordings. More recent recordings show their own posting date.

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released November 11, 2011

All vocals and instruments performed by Steve Witt, unless noted in the individual song info.

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Steve Witt Fort Collins, Colorado

Some folks I know think that folk music is to be played softly. And therefore is lame. Well, maybe some is. But I want mine played LOUD!

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