cold river runs and it runs too deep I lose the feeling in my feet cold river runs into my ears and it says, can't get there from here cold river runs into my bones says lay me down and leave me alone cold river runs into my hands and they get hard, like an older man's cold river runs into my blood and to my heart, it's a heart of mud cold river runs and it runs too wide dissatisfied, dissatisfied

Jessica, drink your whiskey, I don't talk but I swear I'm listening I just want to hear you when I go wish that I knew how to touch you wish I knew how much you know that I don't know Jessica, walk on down the line I know that you'll always be yours as long as you keep drinking that wine and knocking down doors you go to sleep late and you wake up tired don't go to work and you don't get hired I don't know why I do eat from the trash can, drink from the gutter heart of gold and bread and butter I don't know why it's you Jessica, walk on down the line I know that you'll always be yours as long as you keep drinking that wine and knocking down doors when I met you I was far from home my eyes saw your city lights and said lay me down lay me down

the streets of Helena they run into a bank of cloud the streets of Helena they run into a lake of cloud this city was built of stone this city was built of wood this city was built of water and built of mud this city was built of wood this city was built of stone this city was built of water and washed away in the rain the trees they grow from the tops of the windows

traditional I rolled and I tumbled, I cried the whole night long I rolled and I tumbled, I cried the whole night long rollin' morning, didn't know right from wrong spent 90 days in jail now, face turned into the wall spent 90 days in jail now, face turned into the wall all I could hear was my baby call what good is a rooster if he don't crow the day? what good is a rooster if he don't crow the day? that old policeman, I don't listen to a word he say hey hey hey hey hey hey worried now, won't be worried long

by Jackson Koeppel I'm tired of all this bullshit everybody's been about I've got three speeding tickets and there ain't no getting out I'm headed down to Houston, gonna be there for a while and all that I can think to do is smile I've travelled 'round this country in an ancient soulless steed I've talked to crowds of people and each one of them agreed this world ain't got no justice, but prison's got a roof and it's a good long while now I've been on the move oh to be in a cozy little cell this living without boundaries is hell tell my friends and my family don't grieve the hardest part of prison's... I've stood in front of pipelines, chainsaws, trucks, and guns and in the heat of battle felt the battle could be won but there ain't no crusade here, just stages of decay we're still looking for a matchstick in the hay but this song's not for activists, this song's for all of you who think that you're the lucky, happy few this world ain't got no justice, but you've still got a roof reach out and feel the bars if you want proof oh to be in a cozy little cell this living without boundaries is hell tell my friends and my family don't grieve the hardest part of prison's... so I'm tired of all this bullshit everybody's been about I didn't do the things I've done in hopes of getting out I cannot talk for long now, they're calling out my name And they're calling everybody just the same oh to be in a cozy little cell this living without boundaries is hell tell my friends and my family don't grieve the hardest part of prison's when you leave

I'm green in my envy when you touch his hair if I had chlorophyll I'd eat only air and I go red when I hear what I'm saying but I said it, so there and I'm not saying things could go my way but it's too much a shame and a sin not to say that I'm not saying it's gotta be me just think of me kindly as I cross the wide green sea I'm green like a greenstick when I break my bones how do I go forward and how do I go home? what do I call what we had and what do I call your hands when you lay them on? and I'm not saying things could go my way but it's too much a shame and a sin not to say that I'm not saying it's gotta be me just think of me kindly as I cross the wide green sea I'm green like the ocean and I feel as cold but I may get over before I get old I got one foot on deck and the other foot on the shore with your wind at my back, I'll go and be bold and yeah, I'll say it, things could go my way though it's long and it's lonesome, day after day but I'm not saying it's gotta be me just think of me kindly as I cross the wide green sea

traditional rolling mills are burning down, down, down rolling mills are burning down rolling mills are burning down, down, down to the ground and we'll never build them back any more oh my darling I can't stand to see you cry the best of friends must fall out and part so why not you and I rolling mills are burning down, down, down rolling mills are burning down rolling mills are burning down, down, down to the ground and we'll never build them back any more come here with your revolver come and shoot out my brain I'd rather be dead and six feet in my grave than here in this trouble that I'm in rolling mills are burning down, down, down rolling mills are burning down rolling mills are burning down, down, down to the ground and we'll never build them back any more there's a pain in my finger, I know there's a pain in my toe there's a pain in my true lover's side where somebody has fooled her, I know rolling mills are burning down, down, down rolling mills are burning down rolling mills are burning down, down, down to the ground and we'll never build them back any more

I eat all day, I'm hungry still I'm drinking molasses from a five-gallon pail and I could breathe water if I could grow gills hey Sophie Becker, won't you give me some advice my hair's on fire, won't you put it on ice Sophie, tell me why the world's never nice Sophie, tell me why I can't live on rice give me a hand and your good advice I'm a son of the land of the dark of the pines and I'm stuck in a holler where the sun never shines if only I could turn these dots into lines hey Sophie Becker, won't you give me some advice my hair's on fire, won't you put it on ice Sophie, tell me how I ended up here Sophie, tell me why I'm so far from my dear give me a hand and your good advice I met a girl with the prettiest looks and I hear her sing when a squeaky door croaks but she loves someone else, I think, at least or maybe not? fuck, I really blew it this time hey Sophie Becker, won't you give me some advice my hair's on fire, won't you put it on ice Sophie, tell me why I'm alone in my bed Sophie, tell me how to do what I should Sophie, tell me how you see through my head Sophie, tell me why your advice is so good give me a hand and your good advice

by Anna Pearl Jones when I planted I didn't know that the night would grow so cold tender seed, you needed time I didn't notice but you didn't mind I don't know where this is going but I know that something's growing a stream of thoughts runs through my head ever-constant flow and ebb I give you water from my spring which you seemed so pleased to drink I don't know where this is going but I know that something's growing when I cleared my eyes to see you had grown in spite of me nature gives us what we need though grown only from a seed I don't know where this is going but I know that something's growing

traditional keep your lamps trimmed and burning see what the lord has done my journey is almost over see what the lord has done don't get worried see what the lord has done almost over my journey see what the lord has done trimmed and burning keep your lamps see what the lord has done don't get worried see what the lord has done

sweet sanctuary when you sleep beneath the stars beneath the sky you look up and add it all up happiness is when you pull the ladder up sweet sanctuary when you cross the border lakes you know what it takes to take it away staring out from the end of the land every day sweet sanctuary what will come will come what may but what comes will come to dust there take comfort if you must sweet sanctuary

traditional don't mind the wind or the rolling sea the weary night never bothers me but the hardest part in a sailor's day is to watch the sun as it fades away here's one more day on the grey funnel line the finest ship that sails the sea is just a prison for the likes of me if I had wings like Noah's dove I'd fly up harbor to the one I love here's one more day on the grey funnel line and when I gaze upon the screws I wish I had St. Peter's shoes I'd walk on down that watery main and rest in my love's arms again here's one more day on the grey funnel line oh once my heart was wild and free like a floating spar tossed on the sea but now that spar has washed ashore and it's come to rest at my real love's door here's one more day on the grey funnel line oh lord if dreams were only real I'd put my hand to that wooden wheel with all my heart I'd turn her around and tell the boys that we're homeward bound here's one more day on the grey funnel line I'll pass my time like some machine until blue waters turn to green I'll pass on down that silvery shore and sail the grey funnel line no more and sail the grey funnel line no more