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Sierra Nevada Recording - 1979

by Steve Witt

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1.
Sadie 03:48
"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
2.
"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
3.
Virginia 03:33
"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
4.
Farm Report 04:02
"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
5.
"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!
6.
Masked Man 03:35
"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
7.
"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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Fat Cat 04:57
"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

about

Duane and Randy and I drove out from Salt Lake City to Verdi, Nevada, to help Jody get his brand new studio warmed up, tweaked out and broken in. In exchange, we were after some good recordings of a few of my songs, along with Jody's engineering and production expertise. This is some of what we did.

When I listen to these songs, I try to rewrite parts of them in my head, as I find a few of the lyrics annoyingly bad. But I always drop the idea, because I could never replace these recordings. They are a wonderful and unique thing unto themselves, at least for those of us who were there, and hopefully some of you.

So, as the cantankerous Neanderthal of "Sadie" concludes, "why bother?"

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released April 15, 2014

Steve Witt - Vocals and Guitars
Duane Clements - Drums
Randy Leake - Bass
Ernie Hagar - Pedal Steel Guitar
Dave Kubin - Keyboards
Liza Rey - Piano and Harp
Herman Hielkema - Bass
Additional Vocals by Arnie Grobler and Jody Peterson

Produced and Engineered by Jody Peterson
Additional Engineering by John Holloman

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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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