California or Bust
going home to California with my guitar and a sack
I’ll hitch a ride train or bus with the sun rise at my back
I’m going Home to them hills
them California hills
I’m going Home to them hills
Them Golden rocky hills

You can have your Windy City though the Pilson good to me
I’ll miss you Kansas City, Oklahoma, Tennessee
I’m going Home to them hills
them Golden rocky hills
I’m going Home to them hills
Them California hills

My dad’s from South Texas that’s a whole nother world
Moma raised in field work sunshine A central Cali girl
I’m going Home to them hills
them Golden rocky hills
I’m going Home to them hills
Them California hills



Cold Dark Hole
1-Well my friends all walk n pass me bye
My friends all walk n pass me bye
Everybody I know pass me bye oh lord
***(Spoke)They pass me bye---
-Well I thought I heard my sister call
heard my grandma calling lord

They been dead-gone buried on the hill oh lord
*** (Spoke) heard my sister call
C
-Mmmmm-Oh lord Oh lord I Been down
Mmmmm-Oh lord Oh lord I Been down
Ooooooooooooooo
2-Well I never seen this place before
Never been here Oh lord
I’m a traveling man you know I never been here before
*** (Spoke)Never been here oh lord
Looks like 10 thousand gathering lord

They all cry oh lord
Every body I know crying here oh lord
*** (Spoke) who’s been dying lord
C

Mmmmm-Oh lord Oh lord I Been down
Mmmmm-Oh lord Oh lord I Been down
Ooooooooooooooo

3-Well I’m looking down the hole Oh lord
Its way down way down Oh lord
I’m looking n falling down that cold dark hole
I’m falling down oh lord
Well I’m looking down the hole Oh lord
Its way down way down Oh lord
I’m looking n falling down that cold dark hole
I’m falling down oh lord
C

Mmmmm-Oh lord Oh lord I Been down
Mmmmm-Oh lord Oh lord I Been down
Ooooooooooooooo

 
Death Don’t have no mercy Rev Gary Davis
(Mmmmm)--Sun got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm)-Sun got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm)-  We work this land from bosom to grave
(Mmmmm)-  Sun beating, burning down the same
-Sun got no mercy in this land


OOOOooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooooooo

 
(Mmmmm) Time got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm) Time got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm) -Sun keep rising, lonely nights are long
(Mmmmm) Look in the mirror the young man is gone
Time got no mercy in the land
OOOOooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooooooo

 
(Mmmmm) Death got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm) Death got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm) You can count your days and it won’t be long
(Mmmmm) till death come calling and you be gone
Death got no mercy in this land

OOOOooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooooooo


(Mmmmm) Death got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm) Death got no mercy in this land
(Mmmmm)  don’t matter how much money you got saved
(Mmmmm)  can take it with you when death calling your name
Death got no mercy in this land

OOOOooooooooooooo
Ooooooooooooooooo


Deportee Woody Guthrie/Martin Hoffman
V-1 The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in there creosote dumps
There flying me back to the Mexican border
To pay all my money and wade back again
C- Good bye to my Juan good bye rosalita
A dios mi amigos jesus y maria
No we wont have a name when we ride the big air plain
All they will call us is the deportees
V-2 My fathers own father waded that river
Mmmmm-
Took all money he made in his life
Mmmmm-
My brothers and sister come working the fruit trees
Mmmmm-
They rode the big trucks till they took down and died
Mmmmm-
We died in your hills we died in your desserts
Mmmmm-
We died in our Valleys we died in your plans
Mmmmm-
We died neath your trees we died in your bushes
Mmmmm-
Both sides the river we died just the same
C- Good bye to my Juan good bye rosalita
A dios mi amigos jesus y maria
No we wont have a name when we ride the big air plain
All they will call us is the deportees
C-
V-3 Some of us illegal some are not wanted
Mmmmm
said some of us illeagal and most are unwanted
Mmmmm
Its six hundred miles to the Mexican border
Mmmmm
They chase us like animals like rustlers like thieves
Mmmmm
the sky plane cought fire over los gotos canyon
Mmmmm
A fire ball of lightning that shook all the hills
Mmmmm
You ask who are these friends all scattered like dry leaves
Mmmmm
The radio calls us all just deportees>!!!!!!!!!!!
C-awe!! Good bye C-
 
Fruit Basket
1-The hills turn yellow in the summer heat
Feels like an oven theirs work to be done
No breeze no comfort no central air
Meth Labs, Murder in the dust bowl of despair

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

2-The goddess is dead and we’re blind to her decay
Choking smog in the fruit basket of the world
The goddess is dead and we’re blind to her decay
Choking smog in the fruit basket of the world




Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
3-No sleeping in the kings fields, or Fools back door
The Governors yard, not the queen’s front porch
White collard activist that make me hate the color red
as the poor struggle to find a place to lay there head

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
+*********************+
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh



Hich-wyah Man
I’ll come creeping up behind you
I’m the color in you black, white world.
Feel the wind blow? Yeah that’s me.
I’m all your desires and needs
 
ooooooo
Hichawiya man
ooooooo

Hichawiya man
I’m the darkness I’m the deep


I’m the primal, the earthly pull
I am the little plant cracking the road.
Hear the Thunder? Yeah that’s me
I weave the web that links
ooooooo
Hichawiya man
ooooooo

Hichawiya man
I’m the darkness I’m the deep



I’m the guilt in all your secrets
I am the lightning, I am the rain.
Look under a rock? Yeah that’s me
I can give ya what cha need
 
ooooooo
Hichawiya man
ooooooo

Hichawiya man
I’m the darkness I’m the deep


Old Red
  1. god ran off to California and took the circus to
Big green man is failing and left you with the bill
Black dust is rising better get well getting’s good
Devils owning up everything even that stone in your shoe
Chin up shoulders back and limp on down the road
Big red is riding
Old red is rolling down the line
Big red is riding
Old red is rolling down the line
You paid your due’s
lay back and sip on your wine
Big red is riding
Old red
is Rolling Down the Line

Oooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
  1. Your dusty boots is holey summer road is burning through
    You drank your last swallow Mirage is thirsty too
    Every step takes you farther but farther from what you know
Devils owning up everything even that stone in your shoe
Chin up shoulders back and limp on down the road
Big red is riding
Old red is rolling down the line
Big red is riding
Old red is rolling down the line
You paid your due’s
lay back and sip on your wine
Big red is riding
Old red
is Rolling Down the Line

Oooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
 
Big red is riding
Old red is rolling down the line
Big red is riding
Old red is rolling down the line
You paid your due’s
lay back and sip on your wine
Big red is riding
Old red
is Rolling Down the Line



Pearl Handled Gun
1-     
at dawns early light the old man will come
In his hands three white daisy’s and a pear handled gun
He visits three graves daily, wife, daughter’n son.
Grave yard gates screeching open, under the half resin sun!!
Ooooo
Oooooooo


2- They hung his son for loving a girl pretty and fair
They stripped and killed his daughter just for being there
Their last breath echoed through the silent morning air
40 years ago this morning they echoed, through the air!!
Ooooo
Oooooooo

3- The jury read not guilty when the verdict came in
No justice for a brown man No Justice for his kin
His wife died broken hearted her cry’s heard in the wind

Crying lord don’t forgive them, for their terrible sin!!
Ooooo
Oooooooo

4- The wind wipes his tears as the birds sing him a tune
The Pearled gripped revolver he earned in WWII
Could have kill them long ago what good would it do
In his hand a reminder, of what they did, n what he can do!!
-Ooooo
Oooooooo

In the dawns early light the old man will come
In his hands three white daisy’s and a pear handled gun.
 
Special made
1, The pace you set the dust you leave behind.
I ask Saint Christopher to bring you back home on time.
C, I got something special mad for you.
I’m guna show ya I’m guna show ya what we can do!
 
2, I’ll shake a rattle snake I square dance a bear.
What’s guna happen to me Babby I really don’t care
 
C, I got something special mad for you.
I’m guna show ya I’m guna show ya what we can do!
 
Oooooo…
oooooo..
oooooooo..

C, I got something special mad for you.
I’m guna show ya I’m guna show ya what we can do!
 
The Farmer
Hay Hay Hay!
Hay Hay Hay--
v-1 Who wakes up the sun working them fields Oh lord
Who’s hands is cracked hard as steel
Who’s shared bounty the whole wide world
Singing working the sun dun gone
 
(C )-I’ll raise my glass to the Farmer Oh lord
No one work harder than the children of Cain!
 
v-2 Cain was a Farmer in the fields of Eden
worked‘em till they buried his bones
he gave up his crops to the lord yes he did
he turn away and let Cain down.
 
(C )-I’ll raise my glass to the Farmer Oh lord
No one work harder than the children of Cain!
 
V-3 ya fathers father Work these Fields yes they did
Work‘em till ya buried they bones
You grow up in their dusty steps oh lord
in these fields you now hold on your own
 
Pre last ( C )- Doing everything to hold on to them fields
No one work harder than the children of Cain!
 
(C )-I’ll raise my glass to the Farmer Oh lord
No one work harder than the children of Cain!
 
Weary Feet Blues
When I jumped that border found hell on the other side
Promised the picture in my pocket I’d make out alive

C- If the desert don’t get me La
Megra man sho would
 
-Waves of heat oh lord far as the eye can see.
Coyote looking for a fest and it maybe me.
 
C- If the desert don’t get me La
Megra man sho would



-Dust in the air lord warning hide or run
I beg for mercy oh burning Sonora sun.
 
C- If the desert don’t get me La
 Megra man sho would
 
La Migra man plays his own cruel game.
His hound hunts me down criminal with shame.
 
C- If the devil don’t get me La
Megra man sho would
 
Sing No More
I’m guna cry this song and I ant guna cry no moe
I’m guna cry this song and I ant guna cry no moe
AAA’m in low down trouble and I can’t take no moe
 
Ohh Ohhh no no  no   Oh   Ohhh
 
I’m guna sing this song and I ant guna sing no moe
I’m guna sing this song and I ant guna sing no moe
Couse my heart is aching and I can’t take no moe
 
Ohh Ohhh no no  no   Oh   Ohhh

Oh I’m going away- going away from here
Oh I’m going away- going away from here
Oh I’m going away- going away from here
Oh I’m going away- going away from here
Ohh Ohhh no no  no   Oh   Ohhh