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andy olmsted – find your way home was mixed, mastered, produced, engineered and recorded in collaboration with David Marshall. All songs copyright, all rights reserved, all songs BMI.
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1926, what’s a boy to do Hear the siren sound of the train The engine pulls on twin bands of steel In the next town no knows your name What’s a boy to do?
Hop a train from Pleasantville bound for
Flattened pennies lay on top of the track When he got there, he crossed over to the other side Find another one to bring him back What’s a boy to do?
When winter set in, the roads weren’t clear Buses still worked the icy sheets Hitch your sled to the back of the bus “Go like 60” they’d shout in the street What’s a boy to do?
In 1926 no one knew they’d stumble, Just before the Fall New rules, new rhythms, silent picture shows When your 15 years old, you don’t always stand tall What’s a boy to do? |
David Marshall: organ Nicholas Mustelin: piano Andy Olmsted: acoustic
guitar, bass, harmonica, vocals Al Pratt: drums Todd Jones: banjo
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Dusty roads and burned out fields,
and no one had a lot
In the summer of ’83 the sun burned
hot
Dirty dishes, forgotten chores,
facts that slipped her mind
He couldn’t tell quite so well and
he never had the time
Rain came down
And then the rain came down, down,
down
Scared and lonely when the fog
rolled in, she prayed that it would clear
Hospitals and one-way rides, she
never reappeared
He drove that night through the
blinding rain, they had to let him go
Lost inside, lightning flashed, he
never felt the blow
Rain came down
And then the rain came down, down,
down, down, down
Everyone ‘ll get what’s coming too them, some will get too much
Me I’m waiting for my turn
Everyone in the little town knew,
they didn’t know what to say
They tried to smile in church that
day, everybody’s lost their share
Riding home the Common was dark,
the path it was well worn
All the houses were buttoned up,
waiting on another storm
Rain came down
And then the rain came down, down,
down, down, down
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Ellen Carlson: fiddle John Chao: piano Rob Kneeland: mandolin Andy
Olmsted: acoustic guitar, bass, shakers, tambourines, vocals Al
Pratt: drums Elizabeth Stephen: vocals
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Brother
can you tell me which road I’m on,
It’s
getting late and my lights aren’t on.
Mother can
you tell me what song I sing?
I never
played along to your piano.
I’ve
been driving all night long.
I’ve
been trying to get along.
Won’t
you hear me when I say to you?
Father
can you hear me, I know your days are short
I know
you’ve heard it all before
But the
hills are still and the night is cold,
Trees
keep time to my radio
This
road stretches out in front of me
I’ve
been driving all night long
I’ve
been trying to get along
Won’t
you hear me when I say to you? |
John Chao: piano David Marshall:
acoustic & lead guitars, vocals Nicholas Mustelin: organ Pat McNeil: drums Andy
Olmsted: bass, rhythm electric, shakers, vocals |
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Mr. Brown works in town
And some folks say he’s getting old
But all the ladies say ‘he’s okay,
You should have seen him in his
day’
When it all falls down at the end
of the day
A man’s got to find his way
home
When it all comes down it’s a brand
new day
A man’s got to find his way home
His old brown boots
look like they’ve seen a little
work
He shuffles along like his days are
done
On a summer’s night,
sippin’ whiskey and ice,
he might tell a tale or two
Like when the money was tight,
before we got a New Deal
That’s when a man had to carry a
load...
When it all falls down at the end
of the day
A man’s got to find his way home
When it all comes down it’s a brand
new day
A man’s got to find his way home
He doesn’t get too high,
doesn’t get too low,
‘cause we’ve still got a ways to
go
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Ellen
Carlson: fiddle Todd Jones: banjo,
acoustic guitar Rob Kneeland: congas,
mandolin, vocals Dave
Marshall: lead & rhythm electric guitars, organ, vocals Nicholas Mustelin: piano Pat
McNeil: drums Andy Olmsted:
acoustic & electric guitars, bass, shakers, tambourine, vocals Michael Tero: vocals |
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Girl when I look at you, I drop
down on my knees
Can’t you see the magic, can’t you
take a chance now can’t you see
Every time I look at you another
part of me begins to die
I’ll love you, protect you, take
care of you, baby I lie
Girl you took a part of me, you
ripped it out and threw it to the road
And after you were done with me you
backed up, and squashed me like a toad
Can’t you see I’m helpless, washed
up, I haven’t got a clue
So won’t you come on home to me now
baby, I wouldn’t if I was you |
Al
Pratt: electric guitars Dave
Marshall: lead & rhythm electric guitars, vocals Pat
McNeil: drums Andy
Olmsted: acoustic & electric
guitar, bass, shakers, tambourine, vocals Elizabeth
Stephen: vocals |
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Lit up like a Christmas tree in the
middle of the night
Stumblin’ across the parking lot like a
moth into the light
I should just go home;
I can’t leave it alone,
Bottled up like a rocket and I’m
ready to go
Some of my friends’ girlfriends
don’t let them out at night
They think we get too loose;
they might be right
So I’ve kicked a few chairs
We make some noise, so I guess it’s
fair
Bottled up like rockets and we’re
ready to go
Raise a glass and tell me lies
about yesterday
Make it quick I’ve got another one
about tomorrow
We’ll stand round the garden at
night
Talking ‘bout music and another
life
Nothing like livin’
in this northern
Dave Marshall he’s my friend, Pat
comes around with Quinn,
and Ole Man Jones and Al Pratt too,
they like to jam every now and
again
We might get a little out of hand;
we’ve all played in those rock -n-
roll bands
We’re bottled up like rockets and
we’re ready to go
Raise a glass and tell me lies
about yesterday
Make it quick I’ve got another one
about tomorrow
We’ll stand round the garden at
night
Talking ‘bout music and another
life
Nothing like living in this
northern
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David
Marshall: vocals Pat
McNeil: drums Andy
Olmsted: bass, acoustic & electric guitars, shakers, tambourine, vocals Al Pratt: electric guitars Elizabeth
Stephen: vocals |
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The leaves on the ground are dirty
and brown
I’ve been lying in them most of the
night
I’m lying in the mud, she’s been
lying to my face
and some guy is laying in my place
The waitress had said won’t you go
home to bed
And she packed me off with two for
the road
So I took her her
away and I rolled her in the fields of hay
And I’m waiting here to say my
peace
I’ve got a cold steel .45
I’m waiting for the sun to rise
I’m half cocked, and my gun is
fully loaded
And I might shoot his pickup full
of holes
All my friends said she’s gone to
my head
She’s phony as a two dollar bill
And I know she wants my money,
that’s why she calls me honey
But sometimes I think I love her
still.
When sun rose up, I heard a mighty
crash
I saw him running from the porch
I was leaning against the door of
his dirty blue ford
And I don’t think he’ll come around
no more |
Todd
Jones: banjo Ellen Carlson:
fiddle Rob Kneeland: mandolin, vocals David
Marshall: acoustic guitar, vocals Pat
McNeil: drums Andy
Olmsted: bass, vocals Al
Pratt: vocals |
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My name might not be of too much
consequence
But I’ve been riding these roads, as
long as you’ve been alive
When I saw you standing there,
Underneath that highway sign
When my headlights splashed your
face,
I know your voice must of caught in
your throat
When this lonely old man stopped to
pick you up, and take you away he’ll bring back home
If you take the hard road, it takes
time
If you know why you’re running son,
it must be a crime
You might find yourself all alone,
Standing by an empty road
And as the sunlight fades to black,
You’ll pray that my lights come
back
May a lonely old man stop to pick
you up, and take you away, and lead you back home
One last chance for you to make it
home tonight
One last chance for you to make it
right
If your running days are done, get
on home before the sun
One last chance for you to make it
right |
Dave
Marshall: dobro, electric lead guitar, mandolin Pat
McNeil: drums Andy
Olmsted: bass, acoustic & electric guitars, shakers, tambourine, vocals Elizabeth
Stephen: vocals |
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Down in the valley there used to be
a man like me
Kind of quiet he lived at the end
of the road
They only saw him when he came to
town
Picking up supplies, he might have
a couple of rounds
No one seemed to mind when he
turned around and headed back
Down in the valley they don’t make
you feel at home
They like to tell a man from the
boots he wore
They never looked me in the eye
Conversations stopped as they
watched me walk by
And something seemed funny so I
swore I wasn’t goin’ back
What did he know
How could he know
I saw them cut a man ‘cause they
didn’t like they way he talked
Yeah they’re good old boys but I
never thought it’d come to that
I don’t care what comes around
I’m gonna
make it right in that dirty river town
I’m coming off the mountain just as
soon as the sun goes down
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Andy
Olmsted: bass, acoustic, harmonica, vocals Al
Pratt: drums |
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Cars go by, they don’t make a sound
Candlelight flickers, and one burns
down
I spent too much time on a 4 minute
song
Maybe its true I sang it too long
Headlights flash by, moving along
Still don’t know where you came
from
Stone faced and cold, I turn
towards the sun
I spent too much time in this
dreary cold town
Where the fog rolls in as the
lights go down
And the headlights flash by, moving
along
Maybe your right
What’s the point when you shut out
the light
Maybe I’m wrong
It wasn’t good it didn’t last that
long |
David
Marshall: acoustic and electric rhythm & lead guitars, vocals Andy
Olmsted: acoustic guitar, bass, handclaps, shakers, tambourine, vocals Pat
McNeil: drums Al
Pratt: congas, handclaps |
