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Some Days Are Diamonds

June 1981
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Side One
  1. Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    When you ask how I’ve been here without you, I like to say I’ve been fine, and I do.
    But we both know the truth is hard to come by. And if I told the truth, that’s not quite true.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Now the face that I see in my mirror, more and more is a stranger to me.
    More and more I can see there’s a danger in becoming what I never thought I’d be.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    (written by Feller)

  2. Gravel On The Ground

    Gravel On The Ground

    If our lives could lie before us like a straight and narrow highway
    so that we could see forever, long before we took the ride,
    we would never look to heaven, make a wish or climb a mountain,
    ’cause we’d always know the answer what’s on the other side.
    But life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
    You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
    But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
    this life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.

    So let’s walk the road together, who knows what we’ll find tomorrow.
    Maybe good times, maybe sorrow will be waiting round the bend
    Given time, two hearts discover what they’re feeling for each other.
    At the best we’ll end up lovers, at the least we’ll make a friend.
    But life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
    You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
    But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
    But life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
    You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
    But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
    this life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.

    (written by Hupp/Morrison)

  3. San Francisco Mabel Joy

    San Francisco Mabel Joy

    His daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer.
    His mother lived her short life having kids and baling hay.
    He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander,
    so he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
    The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farm boy.
    Most days he went hungry, then the summer came.
    He met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco’s Mabel Joy.
    Destitution’s child born of an L.A. street called shame.

    Growing up came easy in the arms of Mabel Joy
    Laughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his life
    Yes, the night before she left, sleep came and gave that Waycross country boy
    a dream of Georgia cotton and a California wife.
    Sunday morning found him standing ‘neath the red light at her door,
    when a right cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
    In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
    who growled “Your Georgia neck is red, aw, but sonny, you’re still green.”

    He turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal prison.
    The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boy.
    Staring at those four gray walls in silence,
    Lord, he’d just listen for the midnight freight he knew could take him back to Mabel Joy.
    Sunday morning found him lying ‘neath the red light at her door,
    with a bullet in his side he cried, “Have you seen Mabel Joy?”
    Stunned and shaken, someone said, “Why she don’t live here no more.
    She left this house four years today, they say she’s looking for some Georgia farm boy.”

    (written by Newbury/Costerman)

  4. Sleepin’ Alone

    Sleepin’ Alone

    For someone who’s got everything, life can still be rough.
    If things aren’t what you’re looking for, there’s never quite enough.
    And all the tea in China won’t make a house a home,
    you can be a millionaire and still be sleepin’ alone.
    Oh, there might be some one night stands to ease the pain inside,
    or someone you can call around If you’ve lost all your pride.
    Please don’t be mistaken, I don’t mean to put that down,
    I know there’s times when anything is better than sleepin’ alone.
    Sleepin’ alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend.
    Sleepin’ alone can make you swear to God this night will never end.

    You know that it’s not company you are looking for,
    You know it’s not just pleasure, know it’s something more.
    You know it’s not the answer if it’s not like coming home,
    It’s the one who’s there who doesn’t really care that’s worse than sleepin’ alone.
    Sleepin’ alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend.
    Sleepin’ alone can make you swear to God this night will never end.
    For someone who’s got everything, life can still be rough.
    If things aren’t what you’re looking for, there’s never quite enough.
    And all the tea in China won’t make a house a home,
    you can be a millionaire and still be sleepin’ alone.
    You might be a millionaire and still be sleepin’ alone.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Easy, On Easy Street

    Easy, On Easy Street

    My way was the hard way, didn’t know it at the time.
    I could’ve had it made by now, but I was too busy trying.
    Your way was so easy, thank God you came along.
    You took me to a special place where nothing can go wrong.

    Easy on Easy Street, You’re the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
    Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
    Every thing I’ll ever need is here with you on Easy Street.

    I know you’re up to something, what’s son you’re little heart?
    It really doesn’t matter ’cause I know I’ll love my part.

    Easy on Easy Street, You’re the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
    Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
    Every thing I’ll ever need is here with you on Easy,
    Easy on Easy Street, You’re the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
    Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
    Every thing I’ll ever need is here with you on Easy Street.

    (written by Slate/Keith)

Side Two
  1. The Cowboy And The Lady

    The Cowboy And The Lady

    In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat, the grandest lady I had ever seen.
    Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes, so I asked her if she’d like some company.
    In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots, I must have been a sight for her to see.
    But she said, “Pull up a chair” as she fumbled with her hair, a more unlikely pair you’ll never see.
    I was Mogen Davis wine, she was Chablis ’59, but there we sat, the cowboy and the lady.
    She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree,
    I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee.
    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    (written by Goldsboro)

  2. Country Love

    Country Love

    Nashville tears are lonely signs that point to broken hearts,
    broken lives and families that love has split apart.
    Children who miss Daddy, Mommy’s on the run,
    pleasure that is painful and hidden from the sun.
    Nashville hearts are lonely words that speak of love gone wrong,
    sad and soulful stories and beautiful love songs.
    For each and every melody of happiness denied,
    you know that there’s another one that shows the other side.
    Country Love is kisses in the kitchen, country love is honest and it’s true.
    Country love is home with your family, country love’s the way that I love you.

    Country love is silky nights and warm familiar hands,
    someone who’s been there before and always understands.
    Nashville nights are lonely roads that we’ve all traveled on,
    sometimes they take you far away or they can bring you home.
    If you’re lost out on the highway, do not deny the dove.
    When Nashville night’s the question, the answer’s country love.
    Country Love is kisses in the kitchen, country love is honest and it’s true.
    Country love is home with your family, country love’s the way that I love you.
    Country Love is kisses in the kitchen, country love is honest and it’s true.
    Country love is home with your family, country love’s the way that I love you.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Till You Opened My Eyes

    Till You Opened My Eyes

    Down, down, down, deeper into love, all around I can feel your love.
    All my life I’ve been dreaming night into morning, till you opened my eyes.
    Love, love, love, such a mystery, golden lights shining down on me.
    Soft and warm as the morning, but I never saw it, till you opened my eyes.

    Floating in circles I’m flying, it feels so good that I’m crying.
    Down, down, down, deep inside of me, love sweet love’s all that I can see.
    Golden light keeps on shining, shining forever since you opened my eyes.

    (written by Rushe/Cullers/Linde)

  4. Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar (The Farm)

    Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar (The Farm)

    January, back in ’55, we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight.
    Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear.
    We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something,
    he woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears.
    He said, “I dreamed I was back on the farm,
    20 years have passed, boy, the memory still warms me. Wildflowers in a mason jar”

    He told me those old stories ’bout that one-room cabin in Kentucky.
    The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands.
    He slowly turned and stared outside, his face was mirrored in the window,
    and his reflection flew across the moonlit land.
    And he dreamed he was back on the farm.
    Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning, wildflowers in a mason jar.

    An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway,
    Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night.
    I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me,
    I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes.
    And I dreamed I was with him on the farm.
    Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn, wildflowers in a mason jar,
    wildflowers in a mason jar, wildflowers in a mason jar, and the bus rolled through the night.

    (written by Linde)

  5. Boy From The Country

    Boy From The Country

    Because he called the forest “Brother,” because he called the Earth his mother,
    they drove him out into the rain.
    Some people even said that the boy from the country was insane.

    Because he spoke to the fish in the creek. He tried to tell us that the animals could speak.
    Who knows? Perhaps they do.
    How do you know they don’t just because they’ve never spoken to you?

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    He tried to tell us that we should love the land.
    We just turned our heads and laughed. You see we did not understand.
    Sometimes I think the boy from the country is the only one who sees,
    ’cause the boy from the country doesn’t want to see the forest for the trees.

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    (written by Murphy/Castleman)

Side One
  1. Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    Some Days Are Diamonds (Some Days Are Stone)

    When you ask how I’ve been here without you, I like to say I’ve been fine, and I do.
    But we both know the truth is hard to come by. And if I told the truth, that’s not quite true.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Now the face that I see in my mirror, more and more is a stranger to me.
    More and more I can see there’s a danger in becoming what I never thought I’d be.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone. Some times the hard times won’t leave me alone.
    Some times the cold winds blow a chill in my bones.
    Some days are diamonds, some days are stone.

    (written by Feller)

  2. Gravel On The Ground

    Gravel On The Ground

    If our lives could lie before us like a straight and narrow highway
    so that we could see forever, long before we took the ride,
    we would never look to heaven, make a wish or climb a mountain,
    ’cause we’d always know the answer what’s on the other side.
    But life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
    You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
    But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
    this life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.

    So let’s walk the road together, who knows what we’ll find tomorrow.
    Maybe good times, maybe sorrow will be waiting round the bend
    Given time, two hearts discover what they’re feeling for each other.
    At the best we’ll end up lovers, at the least we’ll make a friend.
    But life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
    You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
    But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
    But life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.
    You pay for every mile you go to spread some dust around.
    But we all have destinations, and the dust will settle down,
    this life ain’t no easy freeway, just some gravel on the ground.

    (written by Hupp/Morrison)

  3. San Francisco Mabel Joy

    San Francisco Mabel Joy

    His daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer.
    His mother lived her short life having kids and baling hay.
    He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander,
    so he jumped a freight in Waycross and wound up in L.A.
    The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farm boy.
    Most days he went hungry, then the summer came.
    He met a girl known on the Strip as San Francisco’s Mabel Joy.
    Destitution’s child born of an L.A. street called shame.

    Growing up came easy in the arms of Mabel Joy
    Laughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his life
    Yes, the night before she left, sleep came and gave that Waycross country boy
    a dream of Georgia cotton and a California wife.
    Sunday morning found him standing ‘neath the red light at her door,
    when a right cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
    In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
    who growled “Your Georgia neck is red, aw, but sonny, you’re still green.”

    He turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal prison.
    The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross country boy.
    Staring at those four gray walls in silence,
    Lord, he’d just listen for the midnight freight he knew could take him back to Mabel Joy.
    Sunday morning found him lying ‘neath the red light at her door,
    with a bullet in his side he cried, “Have you seen Mabel Joy?”
    Stunned and shaken, someone said, “Why she don’t live here no more.
    She left this house four years today, they say she’s looking for some Georgia farm boy.”

    (written by Newbury/Costerman)

  4. Sleepin’ Alone

    Sleepin’ Alone

    For someone who’s got everything, life can still be rough.
    If things aren’t what you’re looking for, there’s never quite enough.
    And all the tea in China won’t make a house a home,
    you can be a millionaire and still be sleepin’ alone.
    Oh, there might be some one night stands to ease the pain inside,
    or someone you can call around If you’ve lost all your pride.
    Please don’t be mistaken, I don’t mean to put that down,
    I know there’s times when anything is better than sleepin’ alone.
    Sleepin’ alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend.
    Sleepin’ alone can make you swear to God this night will never end.

    You know that it’s not company you are looking for,
    You know it’s not just pleasure, know it’s something more.
    You know it’s not the answer if it’s not like coming home,
    It’s the one who’s there who doesn’t really care that’s worse than sleepin’ alone.
    Sleepin’ alone can make a bottle just about your dearest friend.
    Sleepin’ alone can make you swear to God this night will never end.
    For someone who’s got everything, life can still be rough.
    If things aren’t what you’re looking for, there’s never quite enough.
    And all the tea in China won’t make a house a home,
    you can be a millionaire and still be sleepin’ alone.
    You might be a millionaire and still be sleepin’ alone.

    (written by John Denver)

  5. Easy, On Easy Street

    Easy, On Easy Street

    My way was the hard way, didn’t know it at the time.
    I could’ve had it made by now, but I was too busy trying.
    Your way was so easy, thank God you came along.
    You took me to a special place where nothing can go wrong.

    Easy on Easy Street, You’re the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
    Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
    Every thing I’ll ever need is here with you on Easy Street.

    I know you’re up to something, what’s son you’re little heart?
    It really doesn’t matter ’cause I know I’ll love my part.

    Easy on Easy Street, You’re the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
    Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
    Every thing I’ll ever need is here with you on Easy,
    Easy on Easy Street, You’re the one who gave me love and made my life complete.
    Easy on Easy Street, the dream I pictured in my heart could never be this sweet.
    Every thing I’ll ever need is here with you on Easy Street.

    (written by Slate/Keith)

Side Two
  1. The Cowboy And The Lady

    The Cowboy And The Lady

    In the airport lounge she sat, in a fancy feathered hat, the grandest lady I had ever seen.
    Outside the heavy rain had grounded all the planes, so I asked her if she’d like some company.
    In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots, I must have been a sight for her to see.
    But she said, “Pull up a chair” as she fumbled with her hair, a more unlikely pair you’ll never see.
    I was Mogen Davis wine, she was Chablis ’59, but there we sat, the cowboy and the lady.
    She was evenings at the opera, and summers in Paree,
    I was Grand Ole Opry, Nashville, Tennessee.
    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    The cowboy and the lady, as different as could be,
    But it seemed so right that rainy night in Tennessee.

    And somewhere in between her Harvey’s Bristol Cream
    and the beer I drank and the easy company,
    we somehow came together, for a night of stormy weather,
    now there’s a little bit of class in this old cowboy, there’s a little bit of cowboy in the lady.

    (written by Goldsboro)

  2. Country Love

    Country Love

    Nashville tears are lonely signs that point to broken hearts,
    broken lives and families that love has split apart.
    Children who miss Daddy, Mommy’s on the run,
    pleasure that is painful and hidden from the sun.
    Nashville hearts are lonely words that speak of love gone wrong,
    sad and soulful stories and beautiful love songs.
    For each and every melody of happiness denied,
    you know that there’s another one that shows the other side.
    Country Love is kisses in the kitchen, country love is honest and it’s true.
    Country love is home with your family, country love’s the way that I love you.

    Country love is silky nights and warm familiar hands,
    someone who’s been there before and always understands.
    Nashville nights are lonely roads that we’ve all traveled on,
    sometimes they take you far away or they can bring you home.
    If you’re lost out on the highway, do not deny the dove.
    When Nashville night’s the question, the answer’s country love.
    Country Love is kisses in the kitchen, country love is honest and it’s true.
    Country love is home with your family, country love’s the way that I love you.
    Country Love is kisses in the kitchen, country love is honest and it’s true.
    Country love is home with your family, country love’s the way that I love you.

    (written by John Denver)

  3. Till You Opened My Eyes

    Till You Opened My Eyes

    Down, down, down, deeper into love, all around I can feel your love.
    All my life I’ve been dreaming night into morning, till you opened my eyes.
    Love, love, love, such a mystery, golden lights shining down on me.
    Soft and warm as the morning, but I never saw it, till you opened my eyes.

    Floating in circles I’m flying, it feels so good that I’m crying.
    Down, down, down, deep inside of me, love sweet love’s all that I can see.
    Golden light keeps on shining, shining forever since you opened my eyes.

    (written by Rushe/Cullers/Linde)

  4. Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar (The Farm)

    Wild Flowers In A Mason Jar (The Farm)

    January, back in ’55, we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight.
    Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear.
    We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something,
    he woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears.
    He said, “I dreamed I was back on the farm,
    20 years have passed, boy, the memory still warms me. Wildflowers in a mason jar”

    He told me those old stories ’bout that one-room cabin in Kentucky.
    The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands.
    He slowly turned and stared outside, his face was mirrored in the window,
    and his reflection flew across the moonlit land.
    And he dreamed he was back on the farm.
    Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning, wildflowers in a mason jar.

    An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway,
    Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night.
    I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me,
    I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes.
    And I dreamed I was with him on the farm.
    Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn, wildflowers in a mason jar,
    wildflowers in a mason jar, wildflowers in a mason jar, and the bus rolled through the night.

    (written by Linde)

  5. Boy From The Country

    Boy From The Country

    Because he called the forest “Brother,” because he called the Earth his mother,
    they drove him out into the rain.
    Some people even said that the boy from the country was insane.

    Because he spoke to the fish in the creek. He tried to tell us that the animals could speak.
    Who knows? Perhaps they do.
    How do you know they don’t just because they’ve never spoken to you?

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    He tried to tell us that we should love the land.
    We just turned our heads and laughed. You see we did not understand.
    Sometimes I think the boy from the country is the only one who sees,
    ’cause the boy from the country doesn’t want to see the forest for the trees.

    Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the sun.

    (written by Murphy/Castleman)

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