Crooked Down The Road
(S.Ungerleider/ S.Chernoff)

Well, I’ve got a carved arm and a black tooth,
crippled boot and a broken heart.
Stuck here in Smiley
Oh God, I’m so alone,
I will roam hobo, come crooked down the road.

I got an idiot eye and indian hips,
conhouse lips and a wino’s smile.
Stuck out here in Youngstown
killing myself slow,
So I’ll hitch a rattletrap boat,
come crooked down the road.

I got a jacket of smoke and a charcoal lung,
dumb tongue and I’m down-at-the-heels, Joe.
Stuck in Stony Mountain
don’t know which way I’ll go,
So I’ll take the first morning coach,
come crooked down the road.

Shame
(S.Ungerleider)

Tried to walk beside me
I beat you to the ground
I strung these reins around your head
I rode you till you drowned.

Tried to be your savior
Though I’m the one to blame
The one that heals, the one that kills
are one and the same.

Chorus:
Oh take me down,
I’m going to bury my shame
Oh take me down,
down to bury my shame

In my book of letters
I keep a photograph
It captures time so perfectly
when I would make you laugh.

But what’s that in the corner
of your eyes, my dear?
Is that look one of love
or is it one of fear?

Chorus

Once you walked beside me
but now I walk alone.
Committed you to memory
with all the rest I’ve known.

Pull myself together,
hold my head up high.
I’m going to bury my shame
so that I’ll learn to cry.

All Eyes On Baby
(S.Ungerleider)

All eyes on baby,
darling daughter
She’s learning to speak
the words we taught her.

All eyes on baby,
darling daughter
She’s learning to wear
the dress we bought her.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
darling, please sit still
Silence is golden,
That’s a good girl
I’ll brush your hair back
tie it tight and trim
knees pressed together
darling, raise that chin.

All eyes on baby,
darling daughter
She’s learning to be
the things we thought her.

Deathyard
(S.Ungerleider)

The deathyard’s callin’ me
Rumblin’ round the track.
So I’ll make the rails my wire
and my pillow iron black
and I’ll listen till I hear
the breaking of that drum
and my soul will rest in peace
beneath that crossroads tomb.

The deathyard’s callin’ me
to the deck walk whistlin’ dixie
met a preacher on the path
to the harbour out to sea.

He said, “Hear that shorebird scream
May your days be few’
and now a silver dollar
will buy a calm for you.”

The deathyard’s callin’ me
to that anchor that swings low
cuts through the ocean floor
and digs a six-foot hole.

When you spend your drunken hours
swearin’ sober to remember
the distance tween the ceiling and the floor,
that’s when you find yourself
at the end of your rope
gently swingin’ time
to a mourning song slow.

Missoula
(S.Ungerleider)

We met along the backroads on the way to Missoula,
Lookin’ for a home and maybe a truelove,
Grabbed a double barreled shotgun and two cherry cokes,
Them fightin’ words were all we spoke.

From Rattlesnake to Ithaca we hit every stateline,
Cracked every cashbox, broke every gold mine,
Prayed petty cash would replenish our souls
And a runaway train would bring us home.

Tired from the fight, we shacked up in a farm,
Built us a picket fence and held freedom in a yard,
Tried to live the good life and cut our dreams away,
Until our land of gold had turned to gray.

Against your will I flew from the flatlands,
Arms torn free, bloody knuckles on your hands,
I have no love for you, my lover,
Let’s keep runnin’ till it’s over.

Though I couldn’t shake the sadness that brought us together,
I still look to you to make things seem better,
And even through the wire, I can still feel
Your lips whisper low against my ear.

To the death always be a fighter,
Never give in, never buckle under,
We’re not friends and we are not lovers,
But you’ll be my hero when it’s all over.

Roll Me On Home
(S.Ungerleider)

Roll me on home in a blanket of gold
Roll me on home in a blanket of gold

Walk me down to the river and throw in my bones

Roll me on home in a blanket of gold
Roll me on home in a blanket of gold

I’ll walk with the angels, I’ll sink like a stone

Roll me on home in a blanket of gold
Roll me on home in a blanket of gold

The deeper I fall, boys, the higher I’ll go

Roll me on home in a blanket of gold
Roll me on home in a blanket of gold

Please tell my mother I’m coming on home

Roll me on home in a blanket of gold
Roll me on home in a blanket of gold

For come next April, I go with the snow

Roll me on home in a blanket of gold…

Jackson Wilson
(S.Ungerleider/ S.Chernoff)

Medicine bottle
and a preachin’ bone
Boxcar daughter
and a Blackfoot tombstone.

Cheyenne slaughter
up at sandcreek road,
Standin’ in the Water
full of six steel jacket holes

And it must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson
Must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson
Must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson
rattlin’ the bones of an old hooker Jim.

Chickasaw rope
on the Union plains,
Captain Jack hung low
in the Mankato jail.

Knockin’ on the door
with a Colt .38
sayin’ “Did ya see Little Crow
flyin’ away Jane?”

It must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson
Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson
Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson
rattlin’ the bones of old hooker Jim.