Music

Side One

1. Hey Old Pal

   Hey Old Pal

   Hey old pal
   How’ve you been doing
   I’m really not foolin’
   I’m so glad to see you
   Hey old pal
   My life’s been kind of crazy
   I’m ready to be lazy
   Hangin’ around with you

   Well even in the very, very worst of times
   There’s one thing that I know
   The way to guarantee
   A little peace of mind
   Is a walk in the woods
   A friend by your side
   And here we go

   Hey old pal
   It’s great to be here with you
   The thing I’d like to give you
   Is a real good time
   Hey old pal
   I really can’t believe it
   But now that you can see it
   It looks just fine

   What a chance to play and sing
   And have some fun
   The day should never end
   This will be a rocky mountain holiday
   With you and me
   And all we can see
   And all of our friends

   Hey old pal
   We must be daydreamin’
   At least the things we’re seein’
   Are a dream come true
   Hey there gang
   It’s great to be together
   It just keeps gettin’ better
   I can promise you

   This is going to be
   The very best of times
   And we will make it so
   No more hustle and bustle
   And no more telephone lines
   And now that we’re here
   Let’s grab all our gear
   And off we go
2. Grandma’s Feather Bed

   Grandma’s Feather Bed

   When I was a little bitty boy, just up off a floor,
   we used to go down to Grandma’s house every month end or so.
   We’d have chicken pie and country ham, homemade butter on the bread.
   But the best darn thing about Grandma’s house was her great big feather bed.
   It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
   It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
   took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
   It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
   We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

   After supper we’d sit around the fire, the old folks would spit and chew.
   Pa would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny’d sing a ballad or two.
   I’d sit and listen and watch the fire till the cobwebs filled my head,
   next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
   in the middle of the old feather bed.

   It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
   It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
   took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
   It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
   We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

   Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, I love Granny and Grandpa too.
   I been fishing with my uncle, I ras’led with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Lou, eww!
   But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it oughta be said
   that I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road for Grandma’s feather bed.
   I’d trade ’em all plus the gal down the road…
   I’ll have to reconsider ’bout the gal down the road…

   It was nine feet wide, and six feet high, soft as a downy chick
   It was made from the feathers of forty-eleven geese,
   took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
   It’d hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed.
   We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.
   We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun on Grandma’s feather bed.

   (written by Connor)
3. She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain

   She’ll Be Comin’ ‘Round the Mountain

   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain

   When she comes, Yoohoo!

   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
   When she comes, Yoohoo!
   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain,

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   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain,
   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
   When she comes, Yoohoo!

   She’ll be scolding her hair stylist

   When she comes, will you please!

   She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
   When she comes, will you please!
   She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
   With some language that’s the vilist
   She’ll be scolding her hair stylist
   When she comes, will you please! Yoohoo!

   She’ll be followed by her fan club

   When she comes, Yeah!, Miss Piggy!

   She’ll be followed by her fan club
   When she comes, Yeah!, Miss Piggy!
   She’ll be followed by her fan club
   And the local Superman club
   She’ll be followed by her fan club
   When she comes

   Yeah! Miss Piggy! Will you please! Yoo hoo!

   She’ll be towing her string section

   When she comes, more violins!

   She’ll be towing her string section
   When she comes, more violins!
   She’ll be towing her string section
   While they play her pet selection
   She’ll be towing her string section
   When she comes

   More violins! Yeah! Miss Piggy!

   Will you please! Yoo hoo!

   She’ll be hounded by photographers

   When she comes, say cheese!

   She’ll be hounded by photographers
   When she comes, say cheese!
   She’ll be hounded by photographers
   Secretaries and stenographers
   She’ll be hounded by photographers
   When she comes, say cheese! More violins!

   Yeah! Mis Piggy! Will you please! Yoo Hoo!

   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain

   When she comes, when she comes

   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
   When she comes, when she comes
   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
   She’ll be comin’ ’round the mountain
   When she comes
4. 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)
5. Down by the Old Mill Stream

   Down by the Old Mill Stream

   Down by the old (not the new but the old)
   Mill stream (not the river but the stream),
   Where I first (not the last but the first)
   Met you. (Not me but you.)
   With your eyes (not your ears, but your eyes)
   Of blue (not green, but blue).
   Dressed in ging- (not silk but ging-) -ham too. (Not one but two.)

   And it was there (not here, but there),
   I knew (not old, but new)
   That you loved (not hate, but loved)
   Me too. (Not one but two.)

   You were sixteen (not seventeen, but sixteen)
   My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen).
   Down by the old (not the new, but the old),
   Mill stream (not the river, but the stream).
6. Durango Mountain Caballero

   Durango Mountain Caballero

   You know I love the trail I’m on
   And the friends who ride with me
   The country that we’re passing through
   Is a paradise to see, a haven for my spirit
   The homeland of my dreams
   My heart flies through the wilderness
   And on an eagle’s wings
   And oh I love the waterfall
   And the way the river sings
   From snow-capped peaks both proud and tall
   Through forests deep and green
   The highway of the mountains
   The lifeblood of the land
   I can hear my mother speak to me
   And hold my father’s hand

   Durango Mountain caballero
   Take me for a ride
   On the backbone of this mighty land
   The Continental Divide
   To the place where earth and heaven
   Meet the mountains and the sky
   In the heart of Colorado, Rocky Mountain High

   And oh I love the campfire
   And the circle that I’m in
   The stories and the laughter
   They should never, ever end
   Forever in my memory
   Forever in my song
   On a San Juan mountain trail ride
   I’ll carry you along
7. Gone Fishin’

   Gone Fishin’

   Gone fishin’
   There’s a sign upon your door
   Gone fishin’
   I ain’t workin’ anymore
   There’s a hoe out in the sun
   Where you left a row half done
   I said “Hoe-in’ ain’t no fun”
   You ain’t got no ambition
   Gone fishin’ – by a shady, wady pool
   Gone fishin’, – man, you really play it cool
   We don’t wish to be annoyed, Mister John,
   And Mister Floyd, we’re fishin’
   Instead of just a-wishin’
   We’re fishin’ instead of just a-wishin’
   Oh, yeah!

Side Two

1. Medley: Tumbling Tumbleweeds; Happy trails

   Medley: Tumbling Tumbleweeds; Happy trails

   (Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds)
   See them tumbling down pledging their love to the ground
   Lonely but free I’ll be found drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
   Cares of the past are behind nowhere to go but I’ll find
   Just where the trail will wind drifitng along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
   I know when night has gone that a new world’s born at dawn
   I’ll keep rolling along deep in my heart is a song
   Here on the range I belong drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
   (I’m a roving cowboy riding all day long tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song)
   Nights underneath the prairie moon I’ll ride along and sing a tune I’ll keep rolling along deep in my heart is a song
   Here on the range I belong drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds
   (Drifting along with a tumbling tumbleweeds)

   Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
   Happy trails to you, keep smiling until then.
   Who cares about the clouds if we’re together,
   Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
   Happy trails to you, ’til we meet again.
2. Poems, Prayers & Promises

   Poems, Prayers & Promises

   I’ve been lately thinking about my life’s time, all the things I’ve done and how it’s been.
   And I can’t help believing in my own mind, I know I’m gonna hate to see it end.
   I’ve seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain, spent a night or two all on my own.
   I’ve known my lady’s pleasures, had myself some friends, spent a time or two in my own home.

   I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
   and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
   while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
   And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
   How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
   How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
   and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?

   Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long.
   Time around me whispers when it’s cold.
   The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile. It turns me on to think of growing old.
   For though my life’s been good to me there’s still so much to do.
   So many things my mind has never known.
   I’d like to raise a family, I’d like to sail away and dance across the mountains on the moon.

   I have to say it now, it’s been good life all in all, it’s really fine to have a chance to hang around.
   and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
   while all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around.
   And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in.
   How sweet it is to love someone, how right it is to care.
   How long it’s been since yesterday, what about tomorrow
   and what about our dreams and all the memories we share?
3. Take ‘Em Away
4. Going Camping

   Going Camping

   I got my gear in my pack
   I got my pack on my back
   Today’s the day I’m going camping

   Just got the go ahead sign
   The weather’s gonna be fine
   Today’s the day I’m going camping
   I’m gonna pitch me a tent

   Won’t have to pay any rent
   It looks like ev’rything is “A O.K.”
   As far as I can see
   I think it’s gonna be a perfect camping day

   The trees and animals
   And clear blue skies
   A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes

   Birds that fly
   Above a mountain stream
   It’s absolutely perfect better than a dream
   Peace and quiet

   Where the Good Lord smiled
   Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
   This is just where I belong
   I’m a Mother Nature’s child

   It’s time to hit the trail
   To hit the hill and dale
   Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

   It’s great to reach the snow
   And see the world below
   Oh, I love hiking in the mountains
   Each time we stop to eat

   We get to rest our feet
   And we’ll make it if we take slow
   ‘Cause the best way to climb
   Is one step at a time and hiking is the only way to go

   I got my gear in my pack
   The trees and animals
   It’s time to hit the trail

   I got my pack on my back
   And clear blue skies
   To hit the hill and dale

   Today’s the day I’m going camping
   A waterfall comes tumbling right before my eyes
   Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

   Just got the go ahead sign
   Birds that fly
   It’s great to reach the snow

   The weather’s gonna be fine
   Above a mountain stream
   And see the world below

   Today’s the day I’m goin’ camping
   It’s absolutely perfect better than a dream
   Oh, I love hiking in the mountains

   I’m gonna pitch me a tent
   Peace and quiet
   Each time we stop to eat

   Have to pay any rent
   Where the Good Lord smiled
   We get to rest our feet

   It looks like ev’rything is “AO.K.”
   Fields and fields of flowers growing wild
   And we’ll make it if we take it slow

   As far as I can see
   This is
   ‘Cause the best way to climb

   I think it’s gonna be
   Just where I belong
   Is one step at a time

   A perfect camping day
   I’m a mother Nature’s child
   And hiking is the only way to go
5. Home on the Range

   Home on the Range

   Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
   Where the deer and the antelope play
   Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
   And the skies are not cloudy all day

   Home, home on the range
   Where the deer and the antelope play

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   Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
   And the skies are not cloudy all day

   The red man was pressed from this part of the west
   It’s not likely he’ll ever return
   To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever
   His flickering campfires still burn

   Home, home on the range
   Where the deer and the antelope play
   Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
   And the skies are not cloudy all day

   How often at night when the heavens are bright
   I see the light of those flickering stars
   Have I laid there amazed and asked as I gazed
   If their glory exceeds that of love

   Home, home on the range
   Where the deer and the antelope play
   Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
   And the skies are not cloudy all day

   (written by Higley/Kelley/Guion)
6. No One Like You

   No One Like You

   I like your eyes.
   I like your nose.
   I like your mouth.
   Your ears, your hands, your toes.

   I like you face.
   It’s really you.
   I like the things you say and do.
   There’s not a single soul
   Who sees the skies
   The way you see them.
   Through your eyes.
   And aren’t you glad.
   You should be glad.
   There’s no one, no one
   Exactly like you.