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Sadie
03:48
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"Sadie"
Words & Music © by Steve Witt
Sadie's coming home
From a business trip in Rome
She thinks she'd better
She'd been working day and night
And she hadn't time to write
A postcard or letter
Once I loved the lady such
If another man she'd touch
I'd blow his brains out
But the years have taken toll
And the memories they hold
They only bore me
So come on home, come on home
And tell your stories
But don't tell me 'bout your lovers in Rome
I won't tell you 'bout the girls I've phoned
Champagne with the lights down low
We'll act like we spent our nights alone
Tell the girls in the Bridge Club at noon
Give them time and I'll find out soon
But you know, it's the same old tune
Lost dogs howling at the moon
I got a call from Rome
Says she's never coming home
She's found her lover
I could catch that morning flight
And I could kill that man tonight
But why bother
Long ago, long ago
It was over
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2. |
Intellectual Shepherd
03:45
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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. |
Virginia
03:33
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"Virginia"
Words & Music © by Steve Witt
Virginia . . .
Oh Virginia . . .
The cotton fields north of town are about to bloom
Wishing I was out in the fields holding onto you
Loving in the summer cotton never comes too soon
Virginia . . .
it's easy loving you
When the sun goes down
Everything slows down
And the folks back home
Like to just sit around
But the kids take to town and around in the old man's truck
Homin' in on the high school girls, rev that engine up
Then it's out to the fields with the girls in the back of the truck
Virginia . . .
Wish'em all our luck
Loving in the summer cotton never comes too soon
Virginia . . .
It's easy loving you
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4. |
Farm Report
04:02
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"Farm Report"
Written by Steve Witt ©1979
The fool who said "it's a small world"
Must fly in jets everywhere
You roll your wheels on the highway
It takes a while from here to there
Night and day on the highway
Singing along with the radio
Praying to god for Merle Haggard
But it's the Farm Report once more
The April wind blows against you
Heading west across the plains
And when the night falls on Nebraska
They're closing Stuckey's for the day
Beneath Nebraska skies, my radio hums
To the west it's clear, so here I come
In the cool Rocky Mountains
You wish to god your trip could end
You think perhaps you'll move to Denver
In the Denver smog you think again
The road goes on, you keep rolling
To the desert, beyond
On the red rock range you feel secluded
Think of those old cowboy songs
You play the slot machines at breakfast
A silver dollar is your change
And the traffic jam in Vegas
At 3 A.M. seems strange
Beneath Nevada skies, my radio hums
But the coast is clear, so here I come
Night and day on the highway
Singing along with the radio
Praying to god for Merle Haggard
But it's the Farm Report once more
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5. |
An American Prayer
02:26
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"An American Prayer"
Words & Music © by Steve Witt
Gotta cat, we've got dogs
Gotta fireplace without any logs
Got no money, but we won't starve
Not this month, we've got Mastercharge
Gotta house and two cars
Had a friend call collect from Mars
But we won't starve, not this month
If we get hungry we'll charge our lunch
We need a new credit card to pay for our credit cards, lord
Like to drive in our car
Ain't no Sunday Drive we drive hard
Drive to Mexico for the weekend show
Thanks to Johnny Cash and Amoco
Gotta brand new guitar
Same model played by the Stars
By the time it's paid, somebody's rich
'cause I paid for it twice, son of a bitch
We need a new credit card to pay for our credit cards, lord
Now we're stuck here in hell
Tossing pebbles in the well
We could ask the lord but I doubt he'd raise
Any fool who'd dig his own grave
But we know who to thank
If god won't help call the bank
When you feel all alone, pick up the phone
Ask your friendly shark for a loan
We need a new credit card to pay for our credit cards lord
Answer our prayers and we'll fill out the appropriate forms
Yes sir I'm a singer but my wife sometimes works
And I won't accept welfare I'm not one of those jerks
There ain't no doubt, we need more clout, good lord
I said there ain't no doubt, we need more clout, good lord
Amen!
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6. |
Masked Man
03:35
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"Masked Man"
Words & Music © by Steve Witt
So you think your man's got no understanding
Seems he just don't care
On all the nights you're needing loving
He wants to go somewhere
Reach out your hand
Help him understand
Don't deny your faith in mankind
Now I am only single minded
I never meant to be so blind
And if my thoughts are all one sided
I hope you'll change my mind
Reach out your hand
Help me understand
Don't deny your faith in mankind
I grew up believing in rights and reason
My friend the Ranger taught me all he knew
But Silver Stallions and Silver Bullets
Don't help me much with you
Reach out your hand
Help him understand
Don't deny you faith in mankind
You know he tries to do right
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7. |
Woman Of Steel
03:36
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"Woman Of Steel"
Words & Music by Steve Witt ©1979
Coffee burned my tongue
Strung out and unstrung
Give a whistle and my waitress, and my dog
They both come
Count’em, there’s just four
Single axle, four on the floor
Ain’t no trucker, just a sucker and my
My back’s sore
Spend the night behind the wheel
Four lane bed, woman of steel
Stole my heart when I was young
She’s a hard woman but she gives me room to run
Times change
People are fools and they stay the same
You can ride the road ‘til you’re bucked and thrown
Then you ride again
But like a leaf in the wind
I believe that we’re here and then we’re gone again
You can have a good time or you can lay down and cry
It’s the same in the end
Spend the night behind the wheel
Four lane bed, woman of steel
Stole my heart when I was young
She’s a hard woman but she gives me room to run
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8. |
Fat Cat
04:57
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"Fat Cat"
Words & Music © 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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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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