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Rueben's Train
02:45
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Well, Rueben had a train and he put it on the tracks
Sent it off to lord knows where
Singing oh me, oh my
Sent it off to lord knows where
Well, he ran it to the east and he ran it to the west
Ran it everywhere the railroad goes
Singing oh me, oh my
Ran it everywhere the railroad goes
Well, oh to be in town when old Rueben's train when down
You could hear the whistle blow a-hundred miles
Singing oh me, oh my
Hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Well I got me a blade and lay Rueben in the shade
I'm startin' me a graveyard of my own
Singing oh me, oh my
Startin' me a graveyard of my own
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Old House
03:51
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I am an old house
Furnace is broken
From too much dust in the vents
From ugly words bein' spoken
I am an old house
With a hole for a door
Kicked down long ago by the ones
Who would squat on these dusty floors
I am an old room
Too empty to feel
The whimsy and weary
Yeah, they took all they could steal
Well, they stole my table
And my liquor cabinet, too
My grandmother's rug
My grandpa's harpoon
Mama said this would happen
When you let 'em all in
The ones who don't knock
Or tell you where the hell they've been
I am an old house
Atop the big hill
South of the border
And west of the mill
I ain't got no visitors
No love of my own
These blues keep me busy
But this house ain't no home
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Faeries in the Cathedral
03:13
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The faeries in the old trees
Call me to come home
Over the mountains, across the straight
Into that ancient grove
Softly, I entered that night
Steppin' o'r roots and vines
Watching with their eyes, listening with their ears
Worlds intertwine
Softly, they whisper to me
This is where you belong
Your dreams as still and sacred as the night
For you hear out wooded song
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Rocky Mountain Blues
03:57
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The realization that I ran away again
Comes creeping down my spine in the morning
I found home where there was no room to grow
By Fletcher Falls where the cold waters flow
And we'd drive those winding mountain roads
With Jack and Bobby on the radio
And I left him like everyone he's ever known
And when I go I'm not coming back
Magic ends in the presence of logical fact
And no ritual's 'gonna get us back on track
The sky is grey and the leaves they fall on the ground
And I'm headed back east to my hometown
'Cause you ain't one to tell me when to slow down
When I'm going to slow I may as well turn around
And I know its 'gonna be so god damn hard
Just knowing that we're prairie miles apart
When I hear that transport truck engine start
But I know your light can lead you through the dark
And I'll play these strings to the rhythm of your heart
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Byron's Song
02:16
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Darlin' Cory
03:20
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Well, wake up, wake up Darlin' Cory
What makes you sleep so sound?
Them revenue officers are comin'
Gon' tear your house down
Well, the first time I saw Darlin' Cory
She was standin' at the banks of the sea
Forty-four pistol around her waist
Banjo on her knee
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow;
Gon' lay Cory down
Well, can't you hear them bluebirds singin'?
They're singin' that mournful sound
Preachin' Cory's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard town
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold, cold ground
Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow;
Gon' lay Cory down
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Forest Far Away
03:39
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My darlin' I can't keep this up
You have your whole life ahead of you
And I am the disturbance that nobody needs
I guess I'm the black, and you're the blue
I know you can do better than this
I know there ain't a lot I can do
I sure as hell am toxic and I sure as hell am strong
But not strong enough to say goodbye to you
Why have I fallen into feeling
Like I've fallen for you again?
Yes, I think I've met you here before:
The reoccurring spirit of the long lost man
Well, I can't save you this time around
I'm hurting and I'm healing every day
So take your hands off of me, I can't see this through
It's not supposed to go this way
And I'm going to that mountain
And I'm going to that sea, yeah
I'm going to that forest far away
And ain't nobody, gonna catch me (x4)
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Squirrel Hunters
01:36
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To Let Go
04:39
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Stay where you are or come when you're still
You'll always have your home on the hill
Deep in the valley so ageless and free,
Leaves will wither to sweet melodies
And I know, and I know to let go
And I know, and I know, to let go
He tried to put his hands on me
Deep in the night in the hours of sleep
But I couldn't let him for he was unclean
And you're the purest thing that I've ever seen
And I know, and I know to let go
And I know, and I know to let go
The places we went took us years to find
With all of the wonder we kept in our minds
And I said I'd never leave you behind
Now I'm counting the breaks in those highway lines
And I know, and I know to let go
And I know, and I know to let go
The road that you took was a mountain to climb
I only wish you had seen it in time
Never again will you climb so high
'Cause you're deep in the earth with your face to the sky
And I know, and I know to let go (x4)
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Hills of Mexico
04:29
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S'when I's in old Fort Worth in eighteen and eighty three
Some old Mexican cowboy come steppin' up to me
Sayin' how'r you young fella', how would you like to go
And to spend another season 'neath them hills of mexico?
Well, I had no employment, and back to him did say:
It's according to your wages, according to your pay
He said I'll pay to you good wages, and often too, you know,
If you'll spend another season 'neath them hills of mexico
Well I went up to that cowboy and I offered him my hand
And he gave a string of horses so old they couldn't stand
And I nearly starved to death boys, and I mean to let you know
That I never saved a dollar 'neath them hills of mexico
I sent up for my wages, on a steamboat I did go
How them bells they did ring, those whistles they did blow!
How them bells they did ring, those whistles they did blow,
On that god forsaken fortune 'neath them hills of mexico
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August ninth, two thousand and sixteen
When the sky was blue and the fields were green in rural Saskatchewan,
A young man left home
From the Red Pheasant Nation and took the day to roam
Colten Boushie and his friends took their truck down to the Maymont River
And when the wind blew through the aspen leaves, they seemed to shimmer
Was early evening when they were headed back
Crossing bridges and crossing tracks, they got a flat tire, pulled over on a farm
Belonging to a man, angry and armed
Gerald Stanly took his rifle down from the wall when he saw Colten in the shed
And at point blank range, shot a bullet into the back of his head
Colten's mother heard knocking that night
Seven cruisers, seven rows of lights,
Then they stormed into her home, said, "Ma'm, you've lost a son"
Rummaged through every room like they were looking for someone
Treated like a criminal, they showed no remourse
While Debbie Baptiste cried for her son on the living room floor
February ninth, twenty-eighteen
Stanly sat in front of an all-white jury, said the gun just went off
But experts say it worked perfectly
All charges dropped; acquitted, not guilty
And he walked outta' that courthouse and went home to his family
How good they must feel to be white in white man's country
Colten Boushie was only twenty-two, had all that livin' left to do
Ceremonial fire keeper, a brother and a son
Murdered in cold blood by the man who shot the gun
And we must fight for the ones with their family's blood upon them
Address racist politics and the ones who cause them
Some members of the white community
Said 'Stanly did em' a favour, shootin' Boushie'
'Due to a rise, in young first nations crimes'
Talkin' like petty theft is worth a human life
The same colonial mind that murdered millions in the seventeenth century
Is hiding behind the inclusive reputation of our country
Its in the water, in the air, in your town and on your T.V.
And so we hang the flag upside down
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