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Farm Report
04:26
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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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2. |
Intellectual Shepherd
04:52
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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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3. |
Fat Cat
04:42
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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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4. |
Girls
04:15
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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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5. |
Old Jalopy
04:02
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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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6. |
I Can't Do It
04:37
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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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7. |
Fights
02:55
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"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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8. |
Greenback Dollar
03:26
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9. |
Summer Wages
04:25
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10. |
Just Breathe
03:46
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11. |
I've Just Seen A Face
02:05
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13. |
Tomorrow Is A Long Time
03:08
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14. |
Sloop John B.
04:25
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15. |
One Too Many Mornings
02:54
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16. |
Ain't No Sunshine
02:58
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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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