Disc 1
Redbud Tree
Hunted down, I came upon
A place of ferns and grass
Gathered to a redbud tree
And now their footsteps pass
Where I crouch in dread
Discovery my certain death
Her leaves reaching for my head
As I suspend my breath
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
Those days of fear are gone
Yet I am pledged to her
As to my only one
My lovely protector
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
Redbud tree, shelter me, shelter me
Haul Away
It was a windless night when you left the ship
You never were a steady bold one
I gave my hand, ah, but you did slip
I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home
My love’s as fair as a girl can be
My wedding ring is a heavy gold one
Now you lie alone in the deep dark sea
I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home
The morning brings, Lord, a fresh young breeze
To fill our sails and end the doldrums
Our lucky ship speeds across the sea
I’m a living man and you’re a cold one
Haul away, haul away for home
Don’t Forget Your Hat
Well, look out the window
Never saw so much rain
You better get down to the station
If you want to catch that train
So long, I guess that’s that
Hey, hey, don’t forget your hat
Well, you don’t call the action
You don’t make the rules
You don’t pay the piper
You don’t even pay the fuel
So long, I guess that’s that
Hey, hey, don’t forget your hat
Well, it’s a big old world out there
Go get it if you can
You got a ways to go
Before you get to be a man
So long, I guess that’s that
Hey, hey, don’t forget your hat
Privateering
Yon’s my privateer
See how trim she lies
To every man a lucky hand
And every man a prize
I live to ride the ocean
The mighty world around
To take a little plunder
And to hear the cannon sound
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go
Privateering, yo ho hoho
Privateering we will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
The people on your man o’ war
Are treated worse than scum
I’m no flogging captain
And by God I’ve sailed with some
Come with me to Barbary
We’ll ply there up and down
Not quite exactly
In the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go
Privateering, yo ho hoho
Privateering we will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Look’ee there’s my privateer
She’s small but she can sting
Licensed to take prizes
With a letter from the King
I love the streets and taverns
Of a pretty foreign town
Tip my hat to the dark-eyed ladies
As we sally up and down
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go
Privateering, yo ho hoho
Privateering we will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Britannia needs her privateers
Each time she goes to war
Death to all her enemies
Though prizes matter more
Come with me to Barbary
We’ll ply there up and down
Not quite exactly
In the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty women
To drink Madeira wine
To hear the rollers thunder
On a shore that isn’t mine
Privateering we will go
Privateering, yo ho hoho
Privateering we will go
Yo ho ho, yo ho ho
Miss You Blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby miss you blues
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
Walk alone down the avenue
Walk alone down the avenue
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
Miss you blues, baby, miss you blues
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don’t ask questions
When there’s nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank
Bacon, egg and sausage
Double chips and beans
Tea and bread and butter
And a day on the machines
Christmas is coming
With the final demand
What you got going
For cash in hand
So it ain’t too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain’t too pretty
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Where the trucks all stand
I’ve got a pocket full of folding
And a pair of jerry cans
I’ve got to keep it going
They’re laying off at Ford
I’m only one step ahead
Of my room and board
So it ain’t too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain’t too pretty
Corned Beef City
Early in the morning
Going to meet a man
Wants a truck unloading
For cash-in-hand
You don’t ask questions
When there’s nothing in the bank
Got to feed the kids
And put the diesel in the tank
So it ain’t too pretty
Corned Beef City
It ain’t too pretty
Corned Beef City
Go, Love
I had to leave for certain
I like to come back now and then
Maybe I’m just returning
So I can leave again
The wind comes softly blowing
From the cold grey sea
She leans into my collar
Starts whispering to me
Go, love, if you’re going
You keep looking down the track
Go, love, if you’re going
I’ll be here when you come back
Go, love, if you’re going
Go, love, if you’re going
So go, love, if you’re going
Don’t stay on account of me
Go, love, if you’re going
If that’s the way it’s got to be
Go, love, if you’re going
You keep looking down the track
Go, love, if you’re going
I’ll be here when you come back
Go, love, if you’re going
Go, love, if you’re going
Hot Or What
She came on the river
With a gift for me
I’m in way deep
That’s how it has to be
It’s hot in the desert
But I’m cool in the zone
People call me lucky
But I say you make your own
I’m on a roll
Yeah, I’m on a roll
I’m runnin’ hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
This is outrageous
I got all kinds of stuff
Can I dodge bullets
And can I bluff
Hot shots keep on a’ coming
Looking for a fight
But the names are going down
To the left and to the right
And I’m on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m on a roll
I’m runnin’ hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
It gets dark at night
That’s how it goes
It gets cold in winter
Don’t be surprised if it snows
You wanna play Hold’em
With my friend Mr Chan
If you lose your stack, well
You sure can’t blame the man
Ha! ha! ha!
Ha! ha! ha!
I’m runnin’ hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
They play with me a while
I’ll read ‘em like a book
Let’s go have a drink or two
And talk about the scalps I took
I got a big old stack
I had me a big old day
Tomorrow I go back
Gonna take it all the way
‘Cos I’m on a roll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m on a roll
I’m runnin’ hot
Baby, am I hot or what?
I said I’m runnin’ hot, baby
Baby, am I hot or what?
Yon Two Crows
Pennies from heaven
Don’t make me laugh
Here all you’ll get
Is the pattering rain
Or yon two crows up over the hill
Looking for winterkill
Always at your boots
The mud behind the byre
With its clammy hold
Would mock you up a grave
Here in the mire of a wrecked sheepfold
And all you’ll bring to this
Is muscle and grit
Persistence, that’s just about it
What made you think
There’d be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
Duck under the eaves
Of the bothy
To sit here, caged by rain
Somewhere to go conjure
A next move
When I have to think again
The dog lifts his gaze to plead
Believes the wizard has a magic stick
Leans his weight into my tweed
I give an unholy hand to lick
I take a swig of sheep dip
From my flask
And once again I ask
What made you think
There’d be a living in sheep?
Eat, work, eat, work and sleep
They were at this game
Two hundred years ago
Had thirty ways
Of dying young, poor souls
Laid to rest in their soggy rows
Rain on their holy books
Blood and whisky
On the tongue
And no-one watching over anyone
No-one left but your stubborn one
And the crows and rooks
Ah, the dying young
Well I’m not done
You watch me and I’ll watch thee
I can still work for two men
And drink for three
And I raise my flask
To the clearing skies
To you, sweepers
You carrion spies
To scavenge and survive
If you can do it so can I
Seattle
Above the bar the TVs are showing the game
But we’re not watching it, we’re hardly focussing
Through the windows in the fading day
1st Avenue is turning grey
Do you ever look at me and see another man
Let’s get two more beers and try to make a plan
Sometimes it feels as though I have a key
But every time I try it it won’t turn for me
Seattle - you’ve got to love the rain
And we both love rain
We both love rain
We watched the city skyline from the ferry deck
And you put your arms around my neck
We talked of looking just out of town
Now it’s looking like a dream shot down
I still believe that there’s somewhere for us
But now it’s something that we don’t discuss
And you’re the best thing I ever knew
Stay with me, baby, and we’ll make it to
We’ll make it to
Seattle - you’ve got to love the rain
And we both love rain
We both love rain
Seattle - I want you just the same
And we both love rain
We both love rain
