D                                          G

Appalachian wild flowers

Riff to D

Purple white and gold 

A

Let me tell a little story

D

One that never gets too old

                         G

I love my home

                       D

I love my kin

                                       A

I love my sweet heart

                           D

I love my friends

                                            G

West Virginia West Virginia

                                        D

My home sweet home 

                                                  A

West Virginia West Virginia

                                                  D

Good God I love my home 

Mountain people lives and dreams

Sons and daughters men and wives

Glorious nature and big bright stars

Big old moon and a sweet sunrise

Find a home up in them hills

Where the bluegrass is serene 

Let the rivers hum and sing

Just set a while in this scene

silk sails and paper planes

ice houses and tinfoil trains

misplaced notions and scattered gains

hidden roots and fainting flames

horizontal walls and melting tunes

banished futures and encrypted runes 

untucked kings and shifting dunes

flatlined hills and golden booms

elastic bones and brittle beats

thwarted hearts and no repeats

unhinged fates and psychedelic feats

distorted memories and standing seats

hoarded codes and nuetral wands

faulty terminals and ill - fed ponds

spent intentions and rusty bonds

frayed collections and silent cons

italic brigades and morning moss

purple paegents and tulips tossed

purchased shade and crosswords crossed

leaderless armies and heated frost

G C

The rivers swell and they breach the road

C Am Am7 C D7

Mud banks they bare a heavy load

G C

The docks creak and rattle we watch them rock and roll

G D7 G

The clocks always going tickety tock

Hold on tightly to your fam

Maintain some freedom

Try to own your land

Keep your lovers and your loved ones close

Protect what you deam to matter most

C G

Central appalachian spring rain

C Am Am7

Hard dark and heavy

C Am Am7 D7

Give it 5 minutes things will change

C G

Take all your yesterdays and your yesteryears

C Am Am 7

Let em' be washed away

D7 G

As skies they clear

The seasons come the seasons go

Fields abound with life that grows

Many mountain rivers start with snow

That seek out just to find the valley below

somewhere theres a medicine man

he's got all these answers in a coffee can

he's just waiting for you to arrive

inside the old can is a memory bag

he'd picked up once from an old sea hag

she'd been waiting for him to arise

he calls your name softly so you cant really rest

or decipher which direction might be best

just waiting for you to realize

That the drums beats loud for a reason

There's no such thing as a treason

You've got to ease on down the road real easy

You've got to stop and smell the roses

Before the door it closes

And that sun, It stops posing across the sky

if you reach the stone door by four

he already knows whats in store

nothing for him is a suprise

maybe shed a tear maybe crack a smile

find yourself dreaming on a country mile

he's just waiting for you to arrive

C

You don't change my mind

You don't dismantle my day

You don't lead me astray

Or ever lie


You don't mend my thoughts

You don't alter my point of view

You don't demand a thing from me

Or ever sigh


Oh beautiful rain

Coming down on me

Beautiful rain

Fallin down on me

Ah Beautiful Rain


You don't make things wrong

You don't make things right

You don't bend things either way

Or ever pry


You don't stand me up

You don't sit me down

You don't rearrange a single thing

Or ever die


Oh beautiful rain...

Is being happy about the familiar

All the things that you know

All the ting places

That you like to lay your head

The corners of your very soul

Above or Below

Above or Below

Will time heal all your worried bones

Both brolin and unbroken

The ones that leave spinnin round

Always swimming in a circle

Never having it just so

Above or Below

Above or Below

Grey is a strange color

Grey is a strange color

Where black and white never seem to fail

Nobody wears grey well

Can we answer all your broken transfers

Get you rollin on your way

Like the flower that grows upon the hillside

Sometimes in the storm you must sway

London Bridges fallin down

Evidence scattered on the ground

Bridge parts may be flying round

No you can't be a king without a crown

You can get lost

In this here town

You can surely

Get spun around

Your soul can get tossed

In the lost and found

But you can't be a king

Without a crown

Spinning on the ground

Like a merry go round

Sometimes you speak

But don't make a sound

Sometimes your up

Sometimes your down

But you can't be a King

Without a crown

And so,

Round and round we go

Where we will stop now

Nobody knows

Can you tell me

All the Stars that matter

How the sailors

Used those stars to get home

Maybe speak some

About tomorrow

Tell me something

That I should know

Even tho

The sun it rises

Another yesterday

Has come and gone

I know exactly

What it means to me

Do you know exactly

what it means to you

And So...

Solar systems

Big galaxies

All the county lines

Inside your state

Fences stretched out

Across the fields

In our minds

Where things exist

And so...

Mercury

Pluto, Los Angeles

Downtown Detroit

Could have it all

If each and every marble

Inside that jar

Tends to add up

To what they're worth

And so...

Round and round we go

Where we will stop now

Nobody knows

Spin Spin spin

Where does it all end

Spinn Spin Spin

Where does it all begin ?

There's no place left to rest

this flesh and this bone

there's nothing to talk about

on the telephone

Theres no place left that I can think

inside this Thunderdome

and I can't bare to wash these rags

upon the stone

Ain't no song to sing

that's never been sung

You can't clear that fear

from the bottoms of your lungs

It's all just another ladder

wrung after wrung

Till the hangman himself

he has been hung

There's no place left that a man can call his own

there's no place left to bury that bone

But out on the Lincoln Highway

the dreams roll one by one

like the shadow from your heart

this river it must run

now can't stop believing

till your tale It's been told

and your bones are old and cold

or the Lincoln Highway calls you home

Hanging like a loose tooth

another sailor in the wind

duck now target

bulletts flying round again

dog bark in the alley

another city siren spins

the lonely heart grows quiet

or it's ship comes in

There's no place left that a man can call his own

there's no place left to bury that bone

But out on the Lincoln Highway

the dreams roll one by one

like the shadow from your heart

this river it must run

now you can't stop believing

till your tale It's been told

or your bones are old and cold

and the Lincoln Highway calls you home

or the light to you it has been shown

or all your boulders turn to stone

or the Lincoln Highway calls you home

G
Well you come and you go
D
Like the wind and the rain
C
You carry all this anger
G
Carry all this pain


Always dreaming of that photo

Up in the old oak frame

On the stairs in the hallway

Where the world seemed much more sane

G Am
But you can't cry yourelf an ocean
G
Get lost inside and not deliver
Am Am7 D
So just breathe in and let it go
(riff) G

Let the particles flow

Seems it's up or its down

Maybe round and round

Can you dance if theres no music

to a band that makes no sound


Please check then I'm still breathing

slowly rising with the sun

Reassure me I'm believing

w/ many miles still left to run

Kings, queens and fat presidents

far removed from true evidence
can hardly grasp found reticence
or understand a clear hesitance

Birds, snakes nor kid elephants
won't be contained by any fence
or get lost in moments made intense
to dupe the masses with false pretense

In time one thing it must commence
that can't be denied by self defence
or casually displayed in the residence
as a method of useless continuance

Same for the CEO, senator and the prince
with titles of access minus any fingerprints
and their financiers hung with geo-elements
who still lie about their own prominence

So I cry out for a taste of real benevolence
as I sift through laughable fake dominance
and wade through the faceless syncophants
in hopes that I still yet, have a chance.

you can say what you want

about a man like me

battered and worn from

the Weather & Other Things

plenty of places for the light

to find it's way in

making certain

that anything can grow

feel free to steal away the night
as it falls like rain on somone else
when the morning strolls along
we'll salute it with fortitude

Way off somewhere

in the distance

I will sleep
And methodically dream

of things I love

In spite of the previously ignored 

Now leaking damn

in spite of the burning mountains

inspite of the Weather and Other Things

A                         B                 B7                            A

We'll drink until the bones they roll home

Bm7                                        A                               

We'll drink until the bones 

                        E

they roll home they roll home 

                        A  E  B

They roll Ho-me 

Bm7                                                A                                E

Yeah well drink until the bones they roll home

they roll home

All alone no meat on the bone

We'll drink until the bones they roll home

They roll home

They roll Ho-me 

Yeah well drink until the bonus they roll home

They roll home X2

When there ain't no store for the loan

We'll drink until the bones they roll home

They roll home

We'll drink all day we'll drink all right

We'll drink until the bones they roll home

They roll home

They roll Ho-me 

Yeah well drink until the bonus they roll home

They roll home X2

D A7

When I'm dreaming in the deep dark night

D D7

Darling I'm dreaming of you

D At

When I'm dreaming deep asleep at night

D D7

I'm dreaming for two

G Bm

Cuz it's your sweet love

G A

that pulls me thru

Bm G A

and when the stars twinkle

G D

they twinkle for you

If I'm twisted

Tangled up like the jungle

I'm still thinking about you

If the goal is right there

let's not stumble

Let's feel it pure and true

Hear me my Love the words that I sing

I sing them for you

Hear the bells that ring

They're ringing for you

D A

When you love a lady but she proves to be a

D

ghost

G A G

And it's a fuckin shame because you loved her

D

the most

D A D

When all that you want is aIl that once was

G A G D

But that's buried in rubble now it's got wings that won't buzz

D A G

There's highways and diamonds, reefer and

D

wine

D G A G D

skyways and shaman trouble and time (x2)

Leap from the building to fly like a bird

It's lonely in flight there are few sounds to be heard

so I curl bend my knees dream more than I should.

I dust off the alleys at night in your neighborhood

There's highways and diamonds, reefer and wine

There's skyways and shaman trouble and time (x2)

Don't mix the numbers but do mix the sounds

Life it's better when you've come around

Life it's better when you've come around

Sleep through the day, prowl through the night

Called out you're name when I lost my sight

Reach for the apex, call to the wild

I I earn from the aged to smile like a child

Em Riffs

I come and I go

I'm warm and I'm cold

I'm high and I'm low

I'm bought and I'm sold

Riff to D C7

But I'm still here

Riff to Em

and able to find my own way home

Em Riff to D

La da da da da da da la da da da da da

I breathe in and roll

I check and I fold

I cast and I toll

I'm meek and I'm bold

Riff to D C7 to D

But I'm still here and able to find my own w my home

D Em D

lada da da da da da la da da da da da

I swing and I'm swung

I'm ignored and I'm wrung

I'm spaced and I'm Jung

I'm speechless and a tounge

106 / 107
135 & 110
out to Little Neck Parkway
& Planeview once again

Another foriegn logo
Fat cat, line cutting whale
From New Hyde Park or Roslyn
Then east to Farmingdale

Royalty of Nassau County no, they can't be wrong
Moving through life like tiny, blind King Kongs
Hurry, hustle, push just to move their dial along
Never seeming to recognize, the clang of their own gong

But they sing loudly to that old classic rock song
About drinking, love or lust and raging all night long
Though never, ever quiet sure just where they belong
They know & howl each lyric to every favorite song

4 + 4 is 9 all day long
3 + 3 is 7 sing that song
2 + 2 is 5 just can't be wrong
1 + 1 is 3 clang the gong

105 or 25B
Lake Success &
The Meadowbrook near Westbury
The Wantaugh south off towards the sea

Sly, no remorse & abrasive
Loud, lost and obtuse
From Glen Cove to the shores - Jones Beach
They're all out on the loose

She might not be a devil but she's far from a saint
She mixes in with the colors before stirs the paint
Often misinterpreted as something she just ain't
tho you find her in the hot sun swearing she might faint

Miss Liza Jane Oh Liza Jane
Strutting down the empty lane
Never quite acts the same
She sings her name, Ohhh Oh - Liza Jane

Miss Liza Jane
Miss Liza Jane

Maybe not a devil
Maybe not a saint
Maybe not a devil
Maybe not a saint

Beacons in the dark
Intentions bathed in gold
Moments on the shiny slope
Miss Liza Jane

Not a devil
Liza Jane
Not a saint
Liza Jane

Miss Liza Jane

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