I’ll Swing My Hammer With Both My Hands

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Fiddlehead Fern
(C. Morrison)

Fiddlehead fern on the back, on the heel,
Oaks they sway to the breeze of my tune.
Makes the sound so much sweeter about you,
They go waltzin’ after midnight, around noon.

Downy Green, sew a pillow for my mind,
And Norway Pine, carve a boat for I can sail.
Fly on back over the valleys down below,
I can’t wink without dreaming about you.

Pipers run the ever lapping salt sea,
Hunting digs fill back up, water green.
The path is wrote only to be washed clean,
Under the living, breathing water, unseen.

Livin’ In America
(C. Morrison)

I’ll swing my hammer with both my hands, I’ll swing my hammer in the Glory Land.
I get in bed to go to sleep at night and I’ll get up come the mornin’ light.

Livin’ in America, dressed all well to do.
Livin’ in America, we all read the Rocky Mountain News.

I pull my boots on right when I leave home, I get slicked up with my pocket comb.
I wouldn’t trade a Clipper trot for a motor car, but I would my left leg for an old guitar.

The Brakeman’s singin’ in a cloud of smoke, my Daddy got broken but the mare’s done broke.
Hank’s on the radio, achin’ blue, and I would if I could take a little chance on you.

Pocket Full of Dust
(C. Morrison)

Toe to toe we were dancing in my sleep,
but face to face we weren’t dancing cheek to cheek.
I’ll wait a minute or a lifetime if I must,
If I had a nickel, I’d have a pocket full of dust.

My love’s a sparrow, she weaves a blazing thread.
She flies in crimson when the sky is burning red.
She sharpens like an arrow when the evening turns to rust.
If I had a nickel I’d have a pocket full of dust.

If I had a dollar to name I wouldn’t sing my pity song.
If I had a heart that wouldn’t break I’d rise the bright and early dawn.

From now on I’ll hold my candle good and high,
The dancing shadows make the darkness come to life.
I’ll hold a picture of the love that holds my trust.
If I had a nickel, I’d have a pocket full of dust.

Anxious Rows
(C. Morrison)

The orchards stand in anxious rows,
Vines retreat from the sky, good lord, retreat from the sky.
Hare and fowl both good in broth,
From the ground good taters pried, good lord, the ground good taters pried.

Take a shovel to the walk,
Or like Ma use a broom, good lord, like Ma use a broom.
Flutters flurry downward slow,
Like the past, the world’s covered soon, good lord, the past world’s covered soon.

The harvest has gone swiftly by,
And the New Year comes around, good lord, time to root on down.
Just like last year, this year’s here,
And away it quickly bounds, good lord, away it quickly bounds.

James is Out
(C. Morrison)

My Mama’s got an overcoat that’s nice and long and warm and woolen.
She goes to the baker, but she don’t get her none down there,
Because she bakes a meaner biscuit that nobody can prepare.

My Daddy’s got a hat that sits right down between his ears right on his noggin.
He goes to the cooper, but he don’t get him none down there,
Because he cuts and steams and bends ‘em like nobody can compare.

James is out in the pasture and he’s gettin’ into something.
James is out in the pasture and god knows he’s gettin’ into something.
He goes to the farrier, but he don’t get him none down there,
Because he packs a better barefoot that no mule would ever dare.

Old Rabbit’s got ears that hang all down his back, straight to his haunches.
Old Rabbit’s got ears that hang all down his back, can’t be for hearin’, to his haunches.
He goes to the thicket, but he don’t get him none down there,
Because he hops a better two-step that no Texas man could bear.

Down in The Lonesome Draw
(C. Morrison)

The fire it stands a blazing wick, the smoke it pours out honey thick
Down in the lonesome draw, the moon’s all snared in midnight’s jaws
The Kingdom of the great prairie, it’s home to you and home to me
Born in waiting, hem and haw, shattered like ol’ Dempsey’s jaw.

The Railroad men go pushing west, a scar laid out on mother’s breast
What brings liquor and what brings gold, bears the young and saves the old
It’s a short time here and a long time gone, the workmen sing the people’s song
Down in the lonesome draw, the sun it bakes the rawhide raw

If you don’t like Dodge you can always go to Abilene
I hear the gettin’s plenty and the grass is always green
Or you could always head to Kansas City where they pave all of their roads
But the vices flow like the Ohio and the Governor’s on parole

My heart lies on a high plateau, the Texas bull stands lowing low
River’s meant to separate but it just unites the Border state
No one still can understand what life is like int he Border land
And here’s to the great expanse, where everyday is a poisonous dance

Off The Chama
(C. Morrison)

Off the Chama I was born and raised,
and by the dry bed spent most my days.
My mother she taught me the letter
My father he drove wielding strings of brown leather.

Though master of field mice and the governor of crows,
My kingdom like all did dissolve,
For my age it turned over and over again
And I spied a true kingdom my heart did demand

She’s bright as the moon-glow and quick as a cat,
her eyes like a quarry of stone,
And under her bosom was a true beating heart,
mine rattled my breastbone a as a prisoner of war

And as the cruel world it turns still in its place
my love swept by the river of sorrow away
for there was work needed in yon distant land,
and like every migrant not a chance did she stand.

So I took to the orchards and hay fields of north,
picked peaches and swung a bent sickle all day,
my back it grew weary and my eyes they grew dim,
For the fruit of each blossom and the bend in each stem
only echoed her praises to me

So I looked to the water to make up my pay,
A skipper right down mighty Yakima’s shores
Down Kennewick, Richland, and Pasco way,
But each day I thought of her more

So I took to the timber to keep on my way,
Knocking logs to Big Sandy to roll on away,
But there in each ring, and each needle her face,
I returned to my home with her memory did race.

As I rode up in the window I stared,
two hands like a flutter of doves,
Long flowing locks like the girl I had loved,
swung loose in the frame as from heaven above

She said “I’ve been waiting for seven long years,
I slipped back by the cover of night”
My parents I left but my true love had gone,
But believed your return would come once for all.

She’s bright as the moon-glow and quick as a cat,
her eyes like a quarry of stone,
And under her bosom was a true beating heart,
mine rattled my breastbone a as a prisoner of war

And as the cruel world turns still in its place,
One pardon was granted to me,
Though sickness and death do accompany grace,
My love does accompany me.

Sinner, Come Home
(C. Morrison)

Lost men head toward water, and found men head toward god
Ashen skies fall crumbled and the frozen winters lay thawed
Thunder crashes over me and lightning pierces high
Cracks wide open that heavenly boundary, through pieces of the sky

I hope that its peace I find
Let those troubles burn out of your worried mind
Sinner, come on home

Trials and tribulations, won’t you nail them to the wall
The stiffest limb will bend and mighty mountains they surely will fall
Cary that flame on over, there’s peace on the other side

Lost men fall and weaken but I outlast that feeble tide

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