Music

Side One

1. The Love of the Common People

   The Love of the Common People

   Living on free food tickets. Water in the milk from the hole in the roof
   where the rain came through, what can we do? Mmm.
   Tears from your baby sister, crying ’cause she doesn’t have a dress
   Without a patch for the party to go, oh but you know she’ll get by,
   Because she’s living in the love of the common people, smiles from the heart of a family man.
   Daddy’s gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
   Mommy’s gonna love you just as much as she can, and she can.

   It’s a good thing you don’t have bus-fare, it would fall through the hole in your pocket
   And you’d lose it in the snow on the ground, walking to the town to find a job.
   Trying to keep your hands warm, but the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through
   and it chills to the bone. Boy you better go home where it’s warm.
   And you can live in the love of the common people, smiles from the heart of a family man.
   Daddy’s gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
   Mommy’s gonna love you just as much as she can, and she can.

   Living on dreams ain’t easy, but the closer the knit, the tighter the fit
   and the chills stay away, you take them in stride, family pride.
   You know, faith is your foundation, with a whole lot of love
   and a warm conversation and many a prayer, making you strong where you belong.
   Living in the love of the common people, smiles from the heart of a family man.
   Daddy’s gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
   Mommy’s gonna love you just as much as she can, and she can.
   Living in the love of the common people, smiles from the heart of a family man.
   Daddy’s gonna buy you a dream to cling to,
   Mommy’s gonna love you just as much as she can, and she can.

   (written by Hurley/Wilkins)
2. Catch Another Butterfly

   Catch Another Butterfly

   Do you remember days
   Not so very long ago,
   When the world was run by people
   Twice your size?
   And the days were full of laughter
   And the nights were full of stars,
   And when you grew tired
   You could close your eyes.

   Yes, the stars were there for wishing
   And the wind was there for kites,
   And the morning sun was there
   For rise and shine.
   And even if the sniffles
   Kept you home from school in bed,
   You couldn’t hardly stay there
   After nine

   And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
   What happened to the robin’s song
   That sparkled in the sky?
   Where’s all the water gone
   That tumbled down the stream?
   Will I ever catch another butterfly?

   Do you remember campouts right in your own backyard
   Wondering how airplanes could fly?
   And the hours spent just playing
   With a funny rock you found
   With crystal specks as blue as all the sky.

   And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
   What happened to the robin’s song
   That sparkled in the sky?
   Where’s all the water gone
   That tumbled down the stream?
   Will I ever catch another butterfly?

   Now I watch my son,
   He’s playing with his toys,
   He’s happy, I give him all I can.
   But I can’t help feeling
   Just a little tingly inside
   When I hear him say he wants to be a man.

   And I wonder if the smell of morning’s faded,
   What happened to the robin’s song
   That sparkled in the sky?
   Where’s all the water gone that tumbled down the stream?
   Will I ever catch another butterfly?

   written by Mike Williams
3. Daydream

   Daydream

   Yes, I been dreaming about you every day,each and every day.

   And I been thinking about you all night long, I even wrote a song.

    

   Just to try and tell you how I really feel, to make you understand my love is real,

   that you’re on my mind all the time, I wish to God you were mine once again.

    

   I remember talking to you, I remember walking with you,

   I remember laughing all the time when you were mine.

    

   Now the days seem so long, I can’t face the night alone,

   I beg you please, won’t you please come home.

    

   I remember talking to you,

   I remember walking with you,

   I remember laughing all the time

   I remember singing to you

   I remember dreaming with you

   I remember loving, you were mine

    

   Now the days seem so long, I can’t face the night alone,

   I beg you please, won’t you please come home. (written by John Denver)
4. The Ballad of Spiro Agnew

   The Ballad of Spiro Agnew

   I’ll sing you a song of Spiro Agnew and all the things he’s done.

   (written by Tom Paxton)
5. Circus

   Circus

   If I look like home to you, if I am your sign,

   don’t try to understand it girl when I draw the line.

   It hasn’t come to this that you can say I waste my time,

   looking everywhere, going nowhere.

    

   For the skies, they look so lazy now, heavy are the clouds.

   There’s nothing here that I can learn of what it’s all about.

   You haven’t said a thing to me, you talk so very loud,

   looking everywhere, going nowhere.

    

   Well, I think I’ll try the circus or go back to Mexico.

   It’s time to make mistakes again, it’s time to change the show.

   It’s time and time and time again to find another way,

   It’s time to gather forces and get out of yesterday.

    

   Because I lost what I was looking for, there’s nothing left to share.

   I need to take myself away to be some other where,

   a face, a life, a minute more, I don’t think I can spare,

   looking everywhere, going nowhere.

    

   ‘Cause I tell you when you hurt me and you just don’t seem to know,

   And I inform you when I’m lonely and you still don’t think I’ll go.

   So if I lie to you and smile a thought that’s only halfway here,

   it’s just a circus and I’m singing, I’m never really near.

    

   If I look like home to you, if I am your sign,

   don’t try to understand it girl when I draw the line.

   It hasn’t come to this that you can say I waste my time,

   looking everywhere, looking everywhere, looking anywhere, going nowhere.

   (written by John Denver)
6. When I’m Sixty-Four

   When I’m Sixty-Four

   LLC/Northern Songs Catalog, administered by Blackwood Music (EMI)

   When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now.
   Will you still be sending me a valentine,
   Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
   If I’d been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door?
   Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
   When I’m sixty-four?

   You’ll be older too. And it you say the word, I would stay with you.
   I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone.
   You can knit a sweater by the fireside
   Sunday mornings go for a ride.
   Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
   Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
   When I’m sixty-four?

   Every summer we can rent a cottage,
   In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear. We shall scrimp and save.
   Grandchildren on your knee: Vera, Chuck & Dave.

   Send me a postcard, drop me a line, stating point of view
   Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
   yours sincerely, wasting away.
   Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore.
   Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
   When I’m sixty-four?

   (written by Lennon/McCartney)
7. The Ballad of Richard Nixon
8. Rhymes & Reasons

   Rhymes & Reasons

   So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,

   The fear that is within you now that seems to never end,

   and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten,

   and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,

    

   and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?

   And it’s you who cannot accept it is here we must begin

   to seek the wisdom of the children

   and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

    

   For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,

   their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.

   Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,

   they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

    

   Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,

   the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.

   It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,

   by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me.

   In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free.

    

   For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,

   their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.

   And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,

   come and stand beside us we can find a better way.

   (written by John Denver)

Side Two

1. Yellow Cat

   Yellow Cat

   It’s late December and the New Year’s never coming,
   time passes slowly in a two-room walk-up flat,
   The sun is silent, there’s a cold rain’s gonna come on, no one to talk to but my lady’s yellow cat.

   Raindrops falling on the flowers in the window box, plastic roses that I planted yesterday.
   I didn’t think they’d die so soon but they’re all withered now,
   seems like everything I touch turns out that way.

   Well, I guess I’ll just go walking, the cat’s no good for talking to,
   He don’t know what I’m saying and the rain is always playing on my mind, on my mind.

   Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window-panes
   blending softy with the bare lights overhead.
   Then together they run swiftly through my memory,
   an eerie image of a strange and empty bed.

   The wind is whipping up the papers in the street below,
   I got some books to read but it seems they’ve all been read.
   Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above,
   And I wish to hell I could remember what I said.

   Well, I guess I’ll just go walking, the cat’s no good for talking to,
   He don’t know what I’m saying and the rain is always playing on my mind, on my mind.

   One crystal wineglass on a table filled with scarlet stains
   stands alone and empty where there once were two.
   The jug is silent on the table by a broken plate,
   the wine is gone, my lady, and so, my love, are you.

   Well, I guess I’ll just go walking, the cat’s no good for talking to,
   He don’t know what I’m saying and the rain is always playing on my mind, on my mind.

   (written by Fromholz)
2. Leaving, On A Jet Plane

   Leaving, On A Jet Plane

   All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door,
   I hate to wake you up to say good-bye.
   But the dawn is breaking, it’s early morn, the taxi’s waiting He’s blowing his horn.
   Already I’m so lonesome I could die.
   So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
   ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

   There’s so many times I’ve let you down, so many times I’ve played around,
   I tell you now they don’t mean a thing.
   Every place I go I’ll think of you, every song I sing I’ll sing for you,
   when I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.
   So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
   ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

   Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you,
   then close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
   Dream about the days to come when I won’t have to leave alone,
   about the times I won’t have to say:
   kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you’ll wait for me, hold me like you’ll never let me go.
   ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.
   I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go.

   (written by John Denver)
3. (You Dun Stomped) My Heart

   (You Dun Stomped) My Heart

   
   I told you that I loved you, you said that is so good.
   I called you my darling, I thought I always would.
   But now you’ve gone and left me, I don’t know what to do.
   So my little darling, I write these words to you.

   You dun stomped on my heart and you mashed that sucker flat.
   You just sorta stomped on my aorta.
   You started going out with guys. I felt us drift apart.
   And every step you took was a stomp on my heart.

   I only hope that someday, you get them low down blues.
   In some smoky honky-tonk you’ll look down at your shoes.
   You’ll think about that tender heart that you crushed beneath them soles.
   With your cold busting stompers, you left my heart so full of holes.

   You dun stomped on my heart and you mashed that sucker flat.
   You just sorta stomped on my aorta.
   You started going out with guys. I felt us drift apart.
   And every step you took was a stomp on my heart.
   And every step you took was a stomp on my heart.

   (written by Williams)
4. My Old Man

   My Old Man

   My old man had a rounded soul,

   he’d hear an old freight train,

   then he’d have to go.

   Said he’d been blessed with the gypsy bone,

   that’s the reason they guessed he’d been cursed to roam.

    

   Came into town back before the war,

   didn’t even know what it was he was looking for.

   He carried a tattered bag for his violin,

   it was full of lots of songs and places that he’d been.

    

   He talked real easy, had a smiling way

   to pass along to you when his fiddle played.

   Making people drop their cares and woes

   to hum out loud those tunes that his fiddle bowed.

    

   Till the people there began to join that sound,

   and everyone in town was laughing,

   singing, dancing round.

   Like the fiddler’s tune was all they heard that night,

   as if some dream said, “All the world is right,”

    

   His fiddler’s eye caught one beauty there.

   She had that rolling, flowing, golden kind of hair.

   He played for her as if she danced alone,

   he played his favorite songs, ones he called his own.

    

   He played until she was the last to go,

   stopped and packed his case, said he’d take her home.

   All the nights that passed a child was born.

   All the years that passed, love would keep them warm.

   All their lives they’d share a dream come true,

   all because she danced so well to his fiddle tune.

    

   My old man had a rounded soul,

   he’d hear an old freight train, then he’d have to go.

   All that I recall he said when I was so young

   was no one else could really sing those songs he sung.

   (written by Walker)
5. I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free

   I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free

   And I wish I knew how
   It would feel to be free
   I wish that I could break
   All the chains holding me
   I wish I could say
   All the things that I’d like to say
   Say ’em loud say ’em clear
   For the whole round world to hear
   I wish I could share
   All the love that’s in my heart
   Remove every doubt that
   keeps us apart
   And I wish you could know
   What it means to be me
   Then you’d see and agree
   Every man should be free

   I wish I could live
   Like I’m longin’ to live
   I wish I could give
   What I’m longin’ to give
   And I wish I could do
   All the things I’d like to do
   You know they’ll still is quite a few,
   Yes O.. And I’m way way over due

   I wish I could be like a bird up in the sky
   How sweet it would be
   If I found out I could fly
   I’d soar up the the sun
   And look down upon the sea
   And I’d sing because I know how it feels to be
   I’d sing because I know how it feels
   And I sing because I’d know how it feels to be free
   ‘Yeah’

   (written by Taylor/Dallas)
6. Today Is the First Day of The Rest Of My Life (Sugacity)

   Today Is the First Day of The Rest Of My Life (Sugacity)

   Today is the first day of the rest of my life, I wake as a child to see the world begin.
   On monarch wings and birthday wonderings, want to put on faces, walk in the wet and cold.
   And look forward to my growing old, to grow is to change, to change is to be new,
   to be new is to be young again, I barely remember when.

   My memories are stolen by the morning, blotted out by the suns hypnotic eye.
   I’ll abide the sun’s hypnotic eye.

   Today is the first day of the rest of my life, I wake as a child to see the world begin.
   On monarch wings and birthday wonderings, want to put on faces, walk in the wet and cold.
   And look forward to my growing old.

   (written by Garvey)
7. Rusty Green (reissue bonus track)

   Rusty Green (reissue bonus track)

   Rusty green, the summer’s almost gone. I see winds clouding up the sun
   And I can’t find my way, everything’s gray.

   Rusty green eyes on my mind, memory someplace out of time
   All the things we would do, I still love you.

   It’s a sad song to sing, painted rusty green. A green fading picture of spring.

   (written by John Denver)
8. Take Me to Tomorrow (reissue bonus track)

   Take Me to Tomorrow (reissue bonus track)

   Hey everybody, tell me how do you feel?

   Are you satisfied with your life, do you think it’s real?

   Tell me how is your head, what are your dreams?

   Do you have any plans, do you have any schemes?

   Do you care about, about anybody?

   I’d like to know, is the answer “no”?

    

   Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

   I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

   Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

   the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

    

   Hey everybody, what’s on your mind?

   Do you think there’s nowhere else to go,

   there’s nothing left to find?

   Are you happy where you are, do you have anything to share?

   Do you think you’re gonna waste your life spending it there?

   Would you like to find a way out, do you think it’s worth a try?

   I’d like to know, is the answer “no”? Well maybe so, come on,

    

   Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

   I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

   Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

   the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

   Take me to tomorrow, take me there today,

   I’ve had my fill of sorrow and living this way.

   Take me to tomorrow, that’s where I’d like to be,

   the day after tomorrow is waiting,

   the day after tomorrow is waiting,

   the day after tomorrow is waiting for me.

   (written by John Denver)