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Higher Mesa
02:27
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Leap and Shout
03:50
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Leap and Shout
© 2020 Philo Hayward & Leo Papa
Let's go walking' down by the river
We can talk a little bit later
Right now all I want you to do is smile
Come on baby, I want you giving'
All the love you think's worth living'
Baby I'm easy, rest your head a while
Take me down to where you're going'
Show me what I'm all about
Sing a song and make love to me
Make my heart start to leap and shout
Leap and shout
Come on with me down to the river
I can make your backbone quiver
I know the reason why you want to smile
Come on baby rev up your engine
We can make a rapid ascension
Come on over and be with me a while
Little bouffant lady, don't you think I'm crazy
I'm not leading' you astray
Life's a lie if you hate it anyway
Come with me and you will see
The joy living' can bring
You won't have to cry no more.
Come on with me down to the river
I know a place we can deliver
All of the things you've been wanting for a while
Come on baby I want you giving'
All the love you think's worth living'
Baby I'm easy, rest your head a while
Take me down to where you're going'
Show me what I'm all about
Sing a song and make love to me
Make my heart start to leap and shout.
Leap and shout.
Come on with me down to the ocean
It can work like a magic potion
I know the reason why you want me to smile
Let's go riding' in the car on Sunday
You call me sugar, I'll call you honey.
We've got the same sweet reason we want to smile.
Little bouffant lady don't you think I'm crazy
I'm not leading' you astray
Life's a lie if you hate it anyway
Come with me and you will see
The joy living' can bring
You won't have to cry no more
You won't have to lie no more.
And you won't have to die, no more
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3. |
Peidmont Stop n' Go
02:22
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4. |
Dancin' Shoes
02:58
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Dancing Shoes
© 2018 Leo Papa
It was a lazy summer’s evening, and there wasn’t much to do
So I thought I’d trek on down, to a place called Club Taboo
I was feeling fine and dandy, as I walked into the room
Where I spied a pretty damsel, and I didn’t spy no dude
I was sitting all alone, at a table meant for two
When she walked right up and asked me, if I lost my dancing shoes
Well I’m not much of a dancer, and I don’t have much to lose
She said, just don’t waste my time deciding, what you want to do
Well the more I thought about it, she was too good to be true
And when snuggled up beside me, it felt real cozy too
So I got to thinking ‘bout it, from a spiritual point of view
I said I’d like to get to know you, before the night is through
She said now wait a mute mister, don’t you get me wrong
Just because I’m friendly. You can’t string me along
I can hang with you and we can down a few, but don’t you start to sing the blues
Cause all I really care about is that you wear your dancing shoes
She said just don’t waste my time denying, what you want to do
Cause all I really care about is that you wear your dancing shoes
I can hang with you, we can get down too, so don’t you start to sing the blues
Cause all I really care about, is that you wear your dancing shoes
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5. |
Prairie Skies
02:26
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Slow Moving Trains
02:43
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Slow Moving Trains
© 2019 Leo Papa
In a humble three room cottage, not much bigger than a shack
On an antique wooden rocker, with splinters on its back
Maggie rocked the hours away, musicians came and went
Pearl beer and whiskey sour, ensured the time well spent
Rusty sang a lullaby, Levon sang the blues
When Maggie sang, the chorus rang
As they embraced the muse
Once Maggie said to Levon: Why do you write sad songs?
Then she flashed a little smile, as if she knew it all along
Levon said, I can’t account, for what flows through my brain
But when I get a sad song going, it seems to ease the pain
Sad songs, short stories, and slow moving trains
Are the thunder of horses, when you give’em too much rein
Rusty sang a lullaby, Levon sang the blues
When Maggie sang, the chorus rang
As they embraced the muse
With the dawning of a new day, peeking through a window shade
Maggie drew the curtain back, and watched the darkness fade
As Maggie sipped her morning tea, she heard one last refrain
About sad songs, short stories, and slow moving trains
Sad songs, short stories and slow, moving trains.
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7. |
Taco Bell Canyon
01:57
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Willowy Blonde
04:07
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Willowy Blond
© 1984 Don Taylor
The wind chimes are playing, a northerly tune
Out there in the full, of a midwinter moon
Well I've had my moments, and with me they stay
Old age and cold weather, won't drive them away
Old age and cold weather, won't drive them away
I have loved the ladies, and this is God's truth
But I'm not the rounder, I was in my youth
Oh I have my memories, and yet none so fond
As those that I have, of a willowy blonde
As those that I have, of a willowy blonde
I have known green pastures, and I have known pain
Seasons of plenty, and times of no rain
And still the best moments, I can dwell upon
Are those that I shared, with my willowy blonde
Those that I shared, with my willowy blonde
One day we awoke, and I wasn't the one
Sometimes life is funny, without being fun
When lily pads blossom, on a Sweetwater pond
It puts me in mind, of my willowy blonde
It puts me in mind, of my willowy blonde
At last when my lamps, have all run out of oil
When I'm ready to shuffle, off this mortal coil
I doubt even then, I could shake off the bond
That binds me so fast, to my willowy blonde
That binds me so fast, to my willowy blonde
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10. |
Troubadour
03:37
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11. |
Prairie Skies Reprise
02:24
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The Cliffs of the Guadalupe
© 2017 Leo Papa
The cliffs of the Guadalupe are carved from thin air
Reflected in waters that lead to nowhere
Stripped of all culture like a heavenly stair
In an everyday mystical musing laid bare
The ranchers and oilers have gotten their share
Filled her with signs saying you can't go there
Circling vultures devour their fare
It's an everyday mystical musing laid bare
What have I sacrificed, who will I be
Fooling myself, living dangerously
Who have I sacrificed, what will I be
Telling myself, that I'm trying to be free
In cars on our cell phones we carve up our days
And drive through this hell of a concrete highway
The earth and the sky form a permanent haze
And we don't realize that we live in a maze
What have I sacrificed, who will I be
Fooling' myself, living dangerously
Who have I sacrificed, what will I be
Telling myself, that I'm trying, to be free
So I sit by the banks of this river and stare
Swift and the mockingbird dart here and there
Most graceful of herons reminds me to care
In an everyday mystical musing laid bare
And the cliffs of the Guadalupe are carved
From thin air
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