TIME TO TALK TO JOSEPH

TIME TO TALK TO JOSEPH WRITING CREDITS TIM O'BRIEN (HOWDY SKIES MUSIC / UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP, ADMIN BY BLUEWATER MUSIC, ASCAP) MUSIC TIM O'BRIEN - BANJO, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT - ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS I lay awake til morning, mind racing through the gloom I practice shadow puppets on my side of the room You softly snore beside me as I make the figures dance Until finally I m laughing at the random path of chance It s time to talk to Joseph Gonna pack my little sack There isn t much I really need To wander off the track I ll be sleeping under ledges Eating what I find I ll read the reaching branches Strum your heartstrings in my mind I think I ll head on up the north bank, turn left up Campbell s creek There s an old grey man that lives up there and his counsel now I seek Those twisting nooks and crannies, those hollers dark and deep Are calling to me in my dreams, whenever I can sleep It s time to talk to Joseph Gonna pack my little sack There isn t much I really need To wander off the track I ll be sleeping under ledges Eating what I find I ll read the reaching branches Strum your heartstrings in my mind There s too many threads to follow and it seems the only way Is to dive into the darkness that leads me into day Don t worry bout me darling, I m comin back again My spirit will be stronger from a power deep within It s time to talk to Joseph Gonna pack my little sack There isn t much I really need To wander off the track I ll be sleeping under ledges Eating what I find I ll read the reaching branches Strum your heartstrings in my mind

IT ALL COMES DOWN TO LOVE WRITING CREDITS DARRELL SCOTT (I IMAGINE MUSIC, ADMIN BY BMG, ASCAP) MUSIC DARRELL SCOTT - BOUZOUKI, VOCALS / TIM O'BRIEN - GUITAR, VOCALS Well the thing about a dead end road For a while it s easy to follow Running scared with eyes closed I guess I should have known Oh the thing about a love gone wrong Inside goes where outside once was Here I sit with a bucket of songs That no one else will sing Oh hear me blow like the wind on the prairie Here for a while and then I m gone Talking to myself I m the only one to listen to me Waiting like a christian for the dawn I walk out in the freezing cold Wake me up, help to remember Me, I m always looking for home And a reason to remain I see it in the fleeting flow Silent eyes, moon on the water How the heavens brightly show me To the here and now Oh, in the end there s a feast of milk and cookies Lion and the lamb will be there Nymphs and virgins all stand in line to greet me Buddha waits to comb my silken hair The thing about a troubled life Trouble is a cat on the freeway Where the rubber meets the road She ll find another way Oh, the thing about a broken heart The remedy s the same as the breaking Telling us all what we already know And it all comes down to love It all comes down to love It all comes down to love

KEEP YOUR DIRTY LIGHTS ON WRITING CREDITS TIM O'BRIEN & DARRELL SCOTT: (NO BAD HAM MUSIC, ADMIN BY BLUEWATER MUSIC, ASCAP & I IMAGINE MUSIC, ADMIN BY BMG, ASCAP) MUSIC TIM O'BRIEN - BANJO, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT - ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS My dad, he came from coal dust Me I m bout the same If you ve read King Cole s ledger book You ve seen my family name It used to take a camp of miners To load that train and gone Now there s four in my crew and we do what we do To keep your dirty lights on If you got money in your pocket and a switch on the wall We ll keep you dirty lights on Well Dad, he worked in darkness Me in broad daylight I d blow a whole seam like like daddy never dreamed Using Nobel s dynamite As long as there s coal in them mountains We re gonna burn it til it s gone No we can t stop blowing mountain tops We gotta keep your dirty lights on If you got money in your pocket and a switch on the wall We ll keep you dirty lights on Everytime they have elections They talk how coal is clean Well coal is cheep but coal s still black It ain t never turning green So plug your electric car in Charge it and be gone Do your shopping online, we ll get you every time So we can keep your dirty lights on If you got money in your pocket and a switch on the wall We ll keep you dirty lights on If you got money in your pocket and a switch on the wall We re gonna keep your dirty lights on Keep them on

BROTHER WIND WRITING CREDITS TIM O'BRIEN (HOWDY SKIES MUSIC / UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP, ADMIN BY BLUEWATER MUSIC, ASCAP) MUSIC TIM O'BRIEN - GUITAR, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT - BARITONE ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS Made up my mind to go Some place so far away I headed west Without a sad goodbye, no hugs or tears that way Probably for the best Sent cards along the way Said I was lookin for a brand new life But I never settled down, my wanderlust would always Cut the ties like a knife Sometimes the lonesome wind It calls out just like it knows me And on a night like this, when I don t know where to go It shows me the way He knows me, my brother wind He s lonely too, and he takes me away I always looked ahead I was so afraid I d be caught behind Followed a crooked stream to places I have never been And one more highway sign I m like some other guys I might count the hours til the day will end But it s not so I can rest, for me it s the time that s best For talkin to my friend He knows me, my brother wind He s lonely too, and he takes me away Now half my life is gone The only home I ever had is open road My skin s all cracked and brown, a mirror to the dessert ground And the dusty wind that always blows I never made a mark I just scattered footsteps on these shifting sands Whatever pushes me, it s something only he Could ever understand He knows me, my brother wind He s lonely too, and he takes me away He knows me, my brother wind He s lonely too, and he takes me away

MEMORIES AND MOMENTS WRITING CREDITS DARRELL SCOTT (I IMAGINE MUSIC, ASCAP) MUSIC DARRELL SCOTT - BOUZOUKI, VOCALS / TIM O'BRIEN - FIDDLE, VOCALS I wish that I could hold to you When day is done til life is through But all I have to hold on to Are these memories and moments I try so hard to be at peace To still my mind, catch and release From walking tall to on my knees It s these memories and moments Now back again, back to the top Pray it will end, but it won t stop It s waiting there, up around the bend The river flows, it ll never end The weaver pulls her endless thread She dreams awake, she dreams in bed She hears the words he never said In her memories and moments Now back again, back to the top Pray it will end, but it won t stop It s waiting there, up around the bend The river flows, it ll never end I live for love that s what I do There s love in me, there s love in you With a broken voice, our (my) song is true In these memories and moments

PARADISE WRITING CREDITS JOHN PRINE (WB MUSIC CORP. O/B/O WALDEN MUSIC, INC., BMI) MUSIC JOHN PRINE : ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT: DOBRO, VOCALS / TIM O'BRIEN: FIDDLE, VOCALS MIKE BUB - BASS When I was a child my family would travel Down to Western Kentucky where my parents were born There s a backwards old town that s often remembered So many times that my memories are worn And daddy won t you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I m sorry my son, but you re too late in asking Mister Peabody s coal train has hauled it away Well, sometimes we d travel right down the Green River To the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill Where the air smelled like snakes and we d shoot with our pistols But empty pop bottles was all we would kill Daddy won t you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I m sorry my son, but you re too late in asking Mister Peabody s coal train has hauled it away Then the coal company came with the world s largest shovel And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land Well, they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man Daddy won t you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I m sorry my son, but you re too late in asking Mister Peabody s coal train has hauled it away When I die let my ashes float down the Green River Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam I ll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin Just five miles away from wherever I am Daddy won t you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I m sorry my son, but you re too late in asking Mister Peabody s coal train has hauled it away

JUST ONE MORE WRITING CREDITS GEORGE JONES (PAPPY DAILY MUSIC LLP OBO STARRITE PUB. COM & GLAD MUSIC PUB AND RECORDING LLP OBO STARRITE PUB. CO., BMI) MUSIC TIM O'BRIEN: FIDDLE, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT: ACOUSTIC, VOCALS Well, one more drink of wine Then if you re still on my mind One drink, just one more and then another Put the bottle on the table, let it stay there till I m not able To see your face in ev ry place that I go I ve been sitting here so long Just remembering that you are gone One more drink of wine Then if you re still on my mind One drink, just one more and then another I ll keep drinking, it won t matter I ll just remember that I once had her I don t know why I sit and cry ev ry day I ve been trying to forget, but I haven t stopped it yet One more drink of wine And if you re still on my mind One drink, just one more and then another One more drink of wine And if you re still on my mind One drink, just one more and then another

FIDDLER JONES WRITING CREDITS DARRELL SCOTT (I IMAGINE MUSIC, ADMIN BY BMG, ASCAP) MUSIC DARRELL SCOTT: ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS / TIM O'BRIEN: FIDDLE, VOCALS The earth gives us music, it s there in your heart If you re lucky you feel it in the end from the start You hear it, it hears you, you trust and obey Where er it may lead you, you wont go astray It brought me a fiddle, so fiddle I do From the coal-camp to the sawmill, I ve left many a tune I ve played in the jailhouse on a prisoners last night We both cried like a baby til dawn s early light All the pretty girls dancing, I still hear their skirts They re spinning and prancing with dandies and flirts I play through the laughter, I play all alone til it s me and the horses, pack up and go home And the people all know me wherever I go There s Fiddler Jones, there goes Fiddler Jones I have forty acres, a mule and a plow I no more get started and one comes around For a picnic or wedding, we strike us a deal And i m off in their wagon my plow in the field I hear choirs and symphonies up in my head In the wind in the cornstalks, my heartbeat in bed In the river at midnight, the creak of a door In red-headed sammy tapping off toor-a-loor I ve fiddled for governers, I ve fiddled for slaves I ve fiddled at birthings, I ve fiddled on graves I ve one thousand memories I ll never forget One broken fiddle, and not a single regret And the people all know me wherever I go There s fiddler jones, there goes fiddler jones And the people all know me wherever I go There s Fiddler Jones, there comes Fiddler Jones

THE WELL WRITING CREDITS TIM O'BRIEN & HUNTER DAVIS (NO BAD HAM MUSIC, ADMIN BY BLUEWATER MUSIC, ASCAP & 2B1 PUBLISHING, SESAC) MUSIC TIM O'BRIEN: BANJO, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT: GUITAR, VOCALS Tell me your secrets, your dreams of fortune fair Look deep in the darkness, I ll hear your silent prayer Listen for the echo of every voice in need Down where the soul and the earthly body meet Wash away your trouble in these waters pure and deep Sing to me your sorrow, your council now I ll keep Truth has always lived here, truth will always be Just beyond your fear, it s waiting patiently Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of black and blue and grey Tears to drown the fires of hell, constant tears fill this well I have seen them walk away, only to return Come and fill an empty heart, let your fire burn Rising from the ashes, love is coming home The truth will always be there, no matter where you roam Tears of joy, tears of pain, tears of black and blue and grey Tears to drown the fires of hell, constant tears fill this well Tell me your secrets, your dreams of fortune fair Look deep in these waters, I ll hear your silent prayer Listen for the echo of every voice in need Down where the soul and the earthly body meet

ALONE AND FORSAKEN WRITING CREDITS HANK WILLIAMS (SONY/ATV ACUFF ROSE MUSIC / RIGHTSONG MUSIC, INC. O/B/O HIRIAM MUSIC, BMI) MUSIC DARRELL SCOTT: BARITONE ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS / TIM O'BRIEN: BOUZOUKI, VOCALS Alone and forsaken by fate and by man Oh, Lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand Help me understand We met in the springtime when blossoms unfold The pastures were green and the meadows were gold Our love was in flower as summer grew on Her love like the leaves now has withered and gone The roses have faded, there s frost at my door The birds in the morning don t sing any more The grass in the valley is starting to die And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry Alone and forsaken by fate and by man Oh, Lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand Help me understand Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she be She may have forsaken some other like me She promised to honor, to love and obey Each vow was a plaything that she threw away Alone and forsaken by fate and by man Oh, Lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand Help me understand The darkness has fallem, the sky has turned gray A hound in the distance is starting to bey I wonder, I wonder - who she s thinking of Forsaken, forgotten - without any love Alone and forsaken by fate and by man Oh, Lord, if you hear me please hold to my hand Help me understand

YOU DON T OWN ME WRITING CREDITS TIM O'BRIEN & GARY NICHOLSON (HOWDY SKIES MUSIC / UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP, ADMIN BY BLUEWATER MUSIC, ASCAP & GARY NICHOLSON MUSIC ASCAP ADM SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING MUSIC TIM O'BRIEN: ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT: BANJO, VOCALS You don t own me, I just let you treat me like you do You don t own me, I just let you treat me like you do I let you hold me, but someday I ll break away from you That first sweet taste got me comin back for more Just one sweet taste, I keep on crawlin back for more I thought I d had enough, but I m still hangin round your door Every morning, I wake up and think I ll get away Every morning, I wake up and think I ll get away By the time the night falls, I think I ll stay another day But you don t own me, I just let you treat me like you do You don t own me, I just let you treat me like you do I let you hold me, but someday I m gonna break away from you There s a picture where I use to look so young and free Look at this picture, I used to look so young and free But that was long ago, before you got your hold on me It feels so good now, you got me flyin ten feet off the ground My brain so cloudy, I can t even see the world around You keep me flyin so high, I don t know when you bring me down I don t need you, you just got me thinkin that I do I don t need you, you just got me thinkin that I do It s such a sweet lie, I start believin that it s true You don t own me, I just let you treat me like you do You don t own me, I just let you treat me like you do I let you hold me, but someday I ll break away from you

ANGEL S BLUE EYES WRITING CREDITS DARRELL SCOTT (I IMAGINE MUSIC, ADMIN BY BMG, ASCAP) MUSIC DARRELL SCOTT: BANJO, VOCALS / TIM O'BRIEN: GUITAR, VOCALS I will meet you in Nebraska Where the Platte runs muddy and wide And the crane come for the feeding I ll be standing by your side Summer winds will stir the sandhills Trader clouds will dim our view We ll be watching from the window For the shadows to turn to blue Give me something to believe in When this world turns dark and cold Tell me sunlight s shining somewhere Dreams are bought but never sold Give me lovin in abundance Give me love that never dies There s no light in all creation Like the light in my angel s blue eyes When the leaves fall in the autumn Gathered up to make our bed Oh, daylight flickering neath the branches And my arm a pillow for your head Oh, I will meet you in the morning From the longest night of the year Winter s blanket freezing all around us Oh, I ll be there babe to hold you near Give me something to believe in When this world turns dark and cold Tell me sunlight s shining somewhere Dreams are bought but never sold Give me lovin in abundance, give me love that never dies There s no light in all creation Like the light in my angel s blue eyes Like the light in my angel s blue eyes

FREE AGAIN WRITING CREDITS TIM O'BRIEN (HOWDY SKIES MUSIC / UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP, ADMIN BY BLUEWATER MUSIC, ASCAP) MUSIC TIM O'BRIEN: BOUZOUKI, VOCALS / DARRELL SCOTT: ACOUSTIC GUITAR, VOCALS I used to pray to an idol, I don t do that anymore I used to bow down to a king, scrape my chin across the floor I used to be ruled by hatred, fear and jealousy I used to be ruled by all these things, but I never more will be I use to bow down to the bottle, to the holy cigarette I was a fool for money, wanted all that I could get I d do anything for a woman, if I thought that she d have me Now I ve given up on all these things and finally I m free Chorus: I m free again, like I have been reborn It s a brand new day, in the early hours of morn And I m walkin away, from the trouble I ve been in I'm free again I was afraid to look inside, to see what I might find It might be worse than cancer, maybe I would lose my mind I kept myself distracted, I found a thousand ways I used to let them weigh me down, now I let them fall away As soon as I stop tryin, I find an easy way Stop lookin for the future, start living for today I give up on perfection, start breathing easily And if I ever need an answer, I just look inside of me I don t need a banker, his silver and his gold I don t need to be young and thin, I m happy growin old And lately I ve been thinkin, there s hope for you and me Cause maybe now I m ready, to be all I can be Chorus and tag chorus

ON LIFE S OTHER SIDE WRITING CREDITS DARRELL SCOTT (I IMAGINE MUSIC, ADMIN BY BMG, ASCAP) MUSIC DARRELL SCOTT: PIANO, VOCALS / TIM O'BRIEN: MANDOLIN, VOCALS When joy is a memory as faint as a dream And you suffer in silence where others would scream Be still in the knowing there s peace for the mind Every soul is bid welcome on life s other side Oh brother, oh sister, please answer the call When trouble and trial and shadow hides all Our lost and our wayward will soon come to find Their path to pure sunlight on life s other side On life s other side we ll wander and tarry no more On life s other side we ll carry the weight of this old world no more We'll walk with each other with nothing to hide Every path of pure sunlight on life s other side You mothers, you fathers who ve given your all You sons and you daughters who've built your own walls Your walls will come tumbling with nary a sound No harm and no blame for all burdens laid down On life s other side we ll wander and tarry no more On life s other side we ll carry the weight of this old world no more We'll walk with each other with nothing to hide Every sorrow forgiven on life s other side Every path of pure sunlight on life s other side