 All songs c Gallup/Gallway (Flyaway Hair, Gallway Bay Music, ASCAP) except “Up In The County” c Peter Gallway (Gallway Bay Music, ASCAP) . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED .1. The Other Road 2. Just Think Back 3. Up In The County 4. Scarlett 5. Texas Burning 6. UnderThose Trees 7. Road To Red Point 8. Remember 9. Cape Rouge 10. Far Distant Shore The Other Road I went back to the moment when I made my choice Knowing how my story ends And I took the other road instead Found you there still waiting for me My love, I said, what a sad dream I’ve had I know what nobody should know The one I chose broke my heart and bones And left me there to die alone Your eyes were wise from the years gone by Though it seemed as though not a day had passed You took me back, unwound my story And I fell asleep in your arms And I dreamed that love goes on and on I dreamed love lasts for generations Our children’s children’s footprints Walking down the Red Point road My love, I said, I’m weary and I’m sorry I know this light is going to fade Remember me, I won’t forget The love we might have had Just Think Back Just think back to your very first song Maybe mama walked out and left the radio on Or your daddy drove fast in his midnight Ford From your seat in the back, a particular chord With a do run run run, boo boop a doo Rolling over you Just think back to that very first tune Lights up bright in the living room And the TV news got your mama in tears And the song that played haunts you all these years True as the road that leads you home On a stormy night Just think back, just think back Make everything all right I picked up a guitar, I was seven or nine And I curled my lip, belt buckle to the side When I struck that chord, I said thank you, lord And I played that song a thousand times, And every time was the very first time Just think back, just think back Hold on tight Just think back, just think back Make everything all right Just think back to that very first beat When you found your way, and you found your feet They took you walking, in the Memphis heat All the open doors, swinging on Beale Street With a do run run run doo boop a doo Rolling over you Just think back, just think back Hold on tight Just think back, just think back Make everything all right Just think back, just think back Leave the radio on Just think back, just think back It’s your very first song Up In The County Up in the county it’s colder than Satan Darkness comes early and it’s too far to town Up in the county everyone’s family And the sky is so big that the stars settle down Well my daddy went wrong when I was a youngster My mama went crazy I was raised on the farm With grandma and grandpa on 600 acres Everyone liked me they still call me son Your summers are busy you work like a demon Your burden is heavy and your time’s not your own But up in the county you’re closer to heaven And I swear there’s salvation when you die with your own Up in the county… When the day turns to shadow in the cool of the evening Bedtime comes early and me I can’t sleep What I wouldn’t give for the least bit of company A body that’s warm and someone to keep They say a good car is freedom but is freedom the problem They say a car’s like a woman I say it’s not quite the same When sleep overtakes me and I’m dreaming of glory In the morning let a good woman call me by name Up in the county… One springtime came early and the rains were upon us The river got nasty and some took their leave But grandma and grandpa and me and the horses We stood to the waters and the floods let us be Now when I die in this county don’t let me be sorry Don’t let me be angry or let me be mean Just let me lie restful like those gone before me Let them speak words about me that leave me in peace Because up in the county… Scarlett The way she steps from the shower makes you think Of Scarlett O’Hara descending the stair You’re lying in bed in the twisted sheet With time on your hands, too much time not to care That time is all you’ve got that’s your own ‘Cause there’s nobody hiring in this southern town Where can you turn when the bank calls the loan And your whole world burns down? Here she comes wrapped in a towel Turning around as it drops to the floor She pulls on her jeans and your snap-up shirt Sings the same old song she was singing before You want to shake her until she believes you But you know when it all comes down she’s going to leave you For someone who has something better to give You say Scarlett, you call her Scarlett It runs deep, and it gets you She tosses her hair and turns And you remember lying together By the flickering screen as Atlanta burned You say Scarlett, you call her Scarlett As she turns her face up for a kiss Was anything ever certain Was it an illusion designed to deceive you All the fights and all the bourbon All the making up and making love and making believeIt runs deep, and it gets you She tosses her hair and turns And you remember lying together By the flickering screen as Atlanta burned You say Scarlett, you call her Scarlett As she turns her face up for a kiss The way she steps from the shower makes you think Of Scarlett O’Hara descending the stair In another time, and you reach for a drink You have time on your mind, and who the hell cares If time is all you’ve got to give Time means nothing in this southern town Who can you call when you’ve no place to live And everything’s burned to the ground You say Scarlett, I’ll call you Scarlett Texas Burning “This town looks unreal, like a movie set” says Byron I hear sirens in the distance. I have been hearing sirens in the distance for days And it’s true; the town looks unreal in the strange flat light of the dull red sun In the haze from the wildfires Texas is burning, Texas is burning, such beautiful country We’ve driven to the Colorado river bluff at dusk To see the inferno for ourselves “It’s a black and white movie with flames painted on” says Byron And I say “Why is Texas burning?” Although I know about the drought, the wind, the heat, I know about the science of fire I’m looking for design, a sign of prophesy, but no The fires burn mindless, bloodless, artless, out of control Texas is burning, Texas is burning, such beautiful country Rafael is back and he’s safe. He was out with the volunteer fire fighters As the winds whipped a hundred foot wall of flames towards the city “The fire moved so fast it was insane, insane,” he says, “And at the edge of town the walls of the houses were so hot, Paper inside began burning by itself.” He sits at my kitchen table and rubs his eyes “Normally,” he says, “we are ready for it all. But against this, he says, no. Against this, we are so small.” Texas is burning, Texas is burning, such beautiful country Under Those Trees We will meet again under those trees When the sun goes down slips an ace up your sleeve The river will rise and the levee will hold As the crows fly away . I never took to the Bible but the words ring true It’s a hell of a story when you’re lonely or blue Life is a hard road to travel but we struggle and try And will sleep in comfort when we die I was born in the country, she was raised in town I saw her sweet face and started coming around Just a boy on a bike wishing he was a man What she already knew I came to understand Oh we will meet again under those trees When the sun goes down slips an ace up your sleeve The river will rise and the levee will hold As the crows fly away I got a taste for whisky but I laid it down She never let go, worked her hands to the bone I rode the freights north for a long month or two Stumbled home to the woman who suffered a fool Took a job for the county, nights scribbled my songs She cried like a child when our old dog passed on We hung in there together when we were hung out to dry And on the cold cold nights she laid me down What can I say except all things pass She caught a fever and took to her bed I lit a tall candle, a cool cloth for her brow And she closed her eyes, said, listen now… We will meet again under those trees When the sun goes down slips an ace up your sleeve The river will rise and the levee will hold As the crows fly away I never took to the Bible but the words ring true It’s a hell of a story when you’re lonely or blue Life is a hard road to travel but we struggle and try And will sleep in comfort when we die Road to Red Point All summer long when it went so wrong You didn’t look back, you held your tongue Just me and you in your rust red dodge Backing out with the headlights off You stood tall, never took the fall No I shouldn’t have seen what I won’t recall The roads so dry, the dust devils roll And the sun set down like a fireball On the road to Red Point the wind blew through the pines On the road to Red Point I crossed a crooked line Learned a man might plan but the dice will roll The road to Red Point claimed my soul You faced the things you had to do Raised me up and saw me through Plenty just best left unsaid Until silence broke and flowed blood red I hated you then, what can I say But you held my eye and never looked away Well, a man is just a man in the end And it was then I could not save you, I could not save you On the road to Red Point the wind blew through the pines On the road to Red Point I crossed a crooked line Well, a man might plan but the dice will roll The road to Red Point claimed my soul I remember you now and I always will From that blood red summer when time stood still You are my father; I am my father’s son I’m carrying on what you left undone On the road to Red Point the wind blew through the pines On the road to Red Point I crossed a crooked line Well, a man might plan but the world rolls away The road to Red Point leads to judgment day Remember I remember you on the road to Red Point Driving past the pines, past O’Hara’s juke joint Storm rolling in, dark above the hills The song that played on the radio haunts me still I remember you in the haze of a long night Picking up your guitar in the morning light Your snap up shirt, your four day stubble I remember making up, making love, making trouble I remember you in the Memphis heat Lying in bed in the twisted sheet My love, you said, I’m weary and I’m sorry All things pass, I said, but it’s one hell of a story I remember you, in a smoky haze How you gathered me in, never looked away Times you stumbled home, times you laid me down Times that mean nothing in this burning town I remember you on the Red Point road Wind blew through the pines, and the crow’s cries echoed Storm rolling in, dark above the hills The song on the radio haunts me still I remember you on the road to Cape Rouge The empty streets, your devil tattoo Times you stumbled home, times you laid me down Times that mean nothing in this burning townI remember you Cape Rouge It wasn’t hard to love him but still I did it badly Tapping at his window in the haze of a late night coming down To sleep it off curled like a chrysalis against his back I’d wake at some unholy hour to hear him singing in the shower Even then I loved that sound There were times, good god, I’d have died crossing the road Except he took my hand and made all right everything I made all wrong Like a wise good shepherd, or like my own mother never could I was a kite in the wind and he was the one gathered me in All the thanks he ever got are in this song I remember you on the road to Cape Rouge You knew all the words to every song And I sang along until I knew them too I want to tell you it’s still true Wherever you are in this beautiful blue world I would be lost if not for you I don’t know why we drifted. I just remember waking In my own bed on a clear blue morning, thinking, I don’t even know Where he is, so long since I needed him to save me from myself As if he took me by the hand until I was strong enough to stand On my own, then he knew how to let me go I remember you on the road to Cape Rouge You knew all the words to every song And I sang along until I knew them too I want to tell you it’s still true Wherever you are in this beautiful blue world I would be lost if not for you The Far Distant Shore When we stand on the far distant shore Hand in hand we will not stumble Hear the sound of Gabriel’s horn And we will know peace at last The hills and towns are dark with shadows The wind blows through the pines On empty streets windows rattle And fruit dies on the vine Once this land was wild and open Once starlight filled the night Once we felt the seasons turning And knew the sparrow’s flight And when we stand on that far distant shore… Still we are sisters and brothers Fathers sons from mother’s born We are broken and forgiven We’re the shelter, and the storm And when our world is torn by thunder And flashing splits the night Trust in spirit and in wonder With open heart, eyes open wide And when we stand on that far distant shore… When the night turns to morning When the moon descends the sky Let our children’s children wake Healthy, full of grace, and wise All as one we’ll walk together Arm in arm as equals all And let no one disdain another That the words reflect us all For when we stand on the far distant shore Hand in hand we will not stumble Hear the sound of Gabriel’s horn And we will know peace We will know peace at last |