Wade- lyrics

Songs: Flight Of The Lorax, On Trial, Ballad Of Lucy Edenfield, Hopkins County Stew, Real Thing, Narrow Line, Cindi, Lies, Modern Creek, Blue Agave

Lyrics:

Flight of the Lorax One man walking on a dusty road One woman tried to follow They split trails miles ago You don't see 'em round here no more One boy standing next to the major Four in the black, one in the tan Wasn't his best day up on the rifle range Target graded by the major's hand Chorus: You got the whole world out there hanging in the balance While your searching for the way you think it ought to be Ain't no time for soul searching brother Won't you take a deep breath, of the way it is Climbing up a tree that ain't finished growing Gotta keep reaching, time is surely wastin' Never to tall to take a hell of a fall From all those high places... One man flies down on the eastern coast One man sips whiskey while his time flies by Someday when the Lorax shows up at my door We're all gonna fly through that hole in the sky (Chorus)

On Trial I got a friend that turned on me Just because I follow my dreams Just because I say what I mean, I'm on trial Maybe it's a sign of my sign Maybe I have lost me mind Hopefully it will ease in time cause I'm on trial California girl she moved down south Taste another peach in your mouth Every now and then we hang out and I'm on trial Sometimes you're alone to do what you do Sometimes you're alone if you're untrue Damn sure alone if you're a fool, and I'm on trial When the storm comes it will blow you over To the place where you swear that nobody knows you Chorus: Someday I'm gonna head to the mountains Way on back where the red bud grows You might say that's an illusion, I'll be there this I know Every now and then ride into town just to let my guitar play Hanging on the bank of the French Broad River with my cane pole in the shade And when the sun sets low, there'll be a satisfied soul Waiting there for me I know So you say I'm not who I think I am But I am who you think I am Something 'bout that I don't understand and I'm on trial I'm on trial for the things I do I'm on trial for being true To myself and all my fools yeah we're on trial                                                       Ballad of Lucy Edenfield Lucy was a country girl from down around Biloxi Packed her life and headed down to New Orleans Couldn't work the farm, couldn't be like her mama Withering away in a factory Bus was beating down some backwoods highway Carrying Lucy and all of her dreams Mama used to take her to church on Sundays Jesus never taught her not to be naive It's hard to see with stars in your eyes It's hard to tell the truth from the lies Harder not to hang your head down and cry Chorus: Lucy don't ya know, those angels are coming Picking you sup so you can fly, fly, fly Lucy don't you know your gonna see those angels The day you're born and the day you die Lucy took a turn on the lost side of town Where dreams die there, never to be found Too young to die, too old to go home Another star is crashing on that cold, hard ground It's hard to see with stars in your eyes It's hard to tell the truth from the lies Harder not to hang your head down and cry (Chorus)                                                     Hopkins County Stew Well Grandpa Taylor had a big black pot Cooking out back the house His eyes would glisten and I would listen To the stories of Sneaky Mouse Smoke was a whirlin' I was stirring 'til my face was blue Just saving my soul for that first bowl Of that Hopkins County Stew, you bet Last Spring ole Bub decided to go fishing you might say I'll catch up to him down the road When my bones give away With age comes wisdom, with wisdom comes truth Learned about living give a first place ribbon To that Hopkins County Stew, you bet Well variety is the spice of strife So the history book will prove We're all in the stewpot, the witch has made the brew Some food for thought, some food for life Might change this ball of blue Like giving the world it's first dose of that Hopkins County Stew, you bet I'm living in a stewpot, hell threw in the pepper, now it's getting hot and I'm living                                                       Real Thing I'm sitting on a sidewalk in Boone I ain't got nothing better to do Mr. S sings a song or two and "That's Amore" We rolled and railed here a time or two Probably end up downtown before we're through You got coke, you got the real thing Chastain, Atlanta, GA I went to see the Allman Brothers play I didn't leave quite the same way Cause I was smokin' in a blaze of glory Well they rolled up a number and they sent it my way I sure do love to hear the brothers play You hear that, you hear the real thing I guess an island drunk is all I am I been sitting at the bar mixing black and tans I can't say much for the shape I'm in I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'* You can ride so high on a planeload of fools And one day son, you run out of fuel When you hit ground, son that's the real thing                                                        Narrow Line Sugarloaf Mountain claims a stubborn man Sweat drips off his brow, scars cover his calloused hands Told him of my dreams and the things I wished to do He told me his, and what it would take to see them through His colors are black and white, always tries to do what's right Picture of a self made man that walks that Narrow Line You're a lot like Charlie, Anderson that is Working on the farm, raising six kids Said he was a hippie back in '72 I guess from him I might have learned a thing or two Lets his dogs run at night, wakes up with the morning light Grows his eats and makes his wine, walks that Narrow Line Settle for unhappiness and slowly start to die Hiding in the shadows with ghosts in your eyes Yeah you're nearly out of time, you got no reason got no rhyme Never too late to change your fate and walk that Narrow Line Shake a rock shake a rock, shake a roll shake a roll Never gonna stop trying to satisfy my troubled soul Some day down the road I'm gonna move up in the hills Get myself some land where my blood and sweat can spill Let my dogs run at night, wake up with the morning light Sing my dogs of humble man and walk that Narrow Line                                                              Cindi Cindi ran around the haystack I ran round to meet her She pulled up her petticoat I whipped out for George Get along home Cindi, Cindi Get along home Cindi, Cindi, your mama's calling you Cindi had a wrist watch She swallowed it one day Now she's taking Epsom salt To pass that time away Get along home Cindi, Cindi Get along home Cindi, Cindi, your mama's calling you Well the Epsom salt it did not work Time it did not pass If you want ot know the time of day Just look up Cindi's uncle Now get along home Cindi, Cindi.... Now get along home Cindi, Cindi . Now get along home Cindi, Cindi. . Get along home Cindi, Cindi, your mama's calling you                                                           Lies A man once told me a scary story 'bout a soul at the gates of hell His blind words, they burned right through me Oh what lies a man will tell My friend told me, you're wasting time here But I know a place that would suit you well I know it's fine right where I'm standing Oh what lies a man will tell Get a hold on your dreams Won't let no one take them away from you Get a hold on your dreams Someday they might come true Strange game my mind keeps playing Pin the donkey on the devil's tail He tried to steal all my dreams from me Oh what lies a man will tell Get a hold on your dreams Don't let no one take 'em away from you Get a hold on your dreams Someday they might come true, and that's for sure Oh what lies a man will tell Oh what lies a man will tell Oh what lies a man will tell Oh what lies, lies, lies, lies-top of page--                                                     MODERN CREEK Modern Creek was born in the mountains His water of life nurtured the plains A little dry Indian summer My native brothers would dance for rain Modern Creek, Modern Creek Modern Creek loved the country on Sundays Where common folk washed away their sins Used his strength to grind corn for the people Cooled her children with summer swim Modern Creek, Modern Creek Modern Creek meandered to the city He saw hell for the very first time Death was dancing to the tune of a dollar Ugly truth, industrial Modern Creek, Modern Creek Modern Creek, Modern Creek