Goodnight My Love

Good night my love / Laying here with the lights off,

We don’t have to wonder if it’s true...

You don’t have to say much /
Feel you warm when you’re near me-
Listen to my heart, it beats for you...

*If it all goes off like the burst of a bubble
You can know for sure like now I do/
There was once a time... do you feel like you’re floating?
I do, too

There is more than enough/ there’s more than we’re needing/
Cold happy mornings, Just we two...

*

Good night my love/ Hear the tune that I’m dreaming.
In the morning what else can I do...
for you?

Good night my love/ Over there by the window,
there’s a tape of a song I wrote for you...

Country Joe

War! War! We’ve got a war-
Whoopee Joe!/ Your country needs you./

And when you ask,
"Where's my country gone?"
To war.
War.
War.
War.

Hey mama, can we go to the mall?
Can we get a little more?/
The market calling: it needs a little more/ it needs some more.
Where's your country? Gone.
To the war of the malls.
To the Fall.

Say you're bringing Democracy/
to a people who don't know the meaning of the word.
Or could it just be that the market needs some brand-new blood?

So heads will roll;
And here we go/ Because we all know: to grease those Wheels,
You gotta spend.
You gotta spend.
You gotta spend.
You gotta spend.
You gotta spend-
and then you hit 'em with a war.

War! Whoopee, y'all.
Where's your country gone?
Gone.>Gone.>Gone.

Devil Gonna Do His Best

Got you roses, got you a bottle of wine/

God knows baby, I’ll find a way to keep you mine./
You tell Tom Rich, when he comes to your window tonight/
If I catch him sneaking around,
he’s never going to see the Daylight.

You were kissing Tom Rich/ His good foot on the trellis/
Did I pull a sneaking nail?/
You’ll be seeing no more of the fella.

You can tell your mama/ You can tell the Preacher/
You can tell everyone what I’ve done/
But I was there and saw your wicked smile/
And a little bit of Blood on your tongue.

God knows baby the Devil’s gonna do his best/
Speak no more the secret, but we’ll sing:
Tom Rich, Tom Rich in Peckerwood Horn-dog Hell/
You should’ve known better...

Give and Take

Give and Take, watch what you ask for/
You might get ya’ some.

*When a heart breaks/ “Did it not get what it wants?”

Feel the heat, try hard to paint the flame/
But you just won’t sit still.
Easy now/

You can change from day-to-day/
And how I’ll feel the chill.

Give and Take/

You’re the One I waited for is given over, still/
All these things, they’ll say you took me for/
Well, I gave them at will.

Give and Take,

Watch what you ask for/ You might...
If you try- no don’t you reach for it./
Oh, so this is Love?

Lonely Ever Blue

You don’t have to treat me kind, if you don’t want to/

I don’t expect you to forgive me.

My mind’s got a funny way of chasing after rhyme/
And when I have to/ I just put it all behind, believe me...

O, still I Hope/ next one in line to be your Beau/
I hope he’ll treat you a whole lot better than I did/
Wth that I’ll go./ I won’t be back

On down the road, there’s a place I go/
Where the sky is clear and the water’s cold/
And I’ll be sitting on a mountain-top,
singing back east to you looking westward, Lo...

but you won’t ever know:

I’m sitting on a mountain-top just singing this one for you/
But it’ll have to do/ Lonely Ever Blue

Funny How

Ain’t it funny how somehow love gets away/

Think about waking up finding you’re well on your way/
To a little bit of hard-timin’, like the old-timers say/
When you’ve got nothing left over for you.

Ain’t it funny how those feelings didn’t grow/
Never did give a damn about her, so you might as well go/
Let her get about a wit about her/ Get a bit down the road,
because she’ll get nothing but nothing from you.

*Got away clean now a hard time’s coming, you’re sure son/
Got a good friend and a bottle waiting for you/
Familiar air in those Blues you’re singing
“She’s gone, gone, gone...”/
And it’s on to the next one, and you know it for sure/
That you’ve had it up to here with all the sad songs/
Still it’s On With The Show/ Ain’t it funny how

Ain’t it funny how once you know you’re going to go/
There’s not a loving word in the wide World/
That’s going to keep you from the door/
Ain’t no remedy, ain’t no answer, and you know it for sure/
Ain’t no way you’re saying “Honey, I’m sticking with you.

Rpt *

See If I Care

See if I care/ Yes, it’s True.
See if I care/ Whatever happened to you/
When you waved-off all your Promises,
with “I guess that’s the way things go.”
See if I care/ What you do.

See if I care/ Where you go.
See if I care/ You come and you don’t...
Well something inside you’s changed/ and it shows.
And you showed it all to me in the course of one afternoon/
See if I care/ What you do.

*See if I care/ Who’s to know?
When I’m right here and you won’t...

See if I care/ What you say.
You gave me an earful that day./
O! What a day...

When you showed it all to me in the course of one afternoon./
See if I care/ What you do.

*

See if I care/ Don’t you know?
Where is the love I’d known/ It’s gone.
You came and killed it/ In the course of one afternoon.

See if I care/ What you do.
See if I care/ What you do.

Carry the Thing

Your hands are too big/
Your mouth is too wide,
You carry the thing you told me was mine
But how could I know?

You won’t let me try to carry the thing ,oh why

You came, hear the truth/

You stand in no lies/ and you give me the blues... most of the time.
You carry the thing, you won’t let me try,
You give me the blues, oh why

*You say you’re over it but find yourself in the same position:
A bit beside yourself but certain somehow this time is different.
You know you’re only going to wait and see

You told me before don’t go out of your mind, give it some time and still never know
Give it some time and still never know

Rpt chor*

You carry the thing you won’t let me try/

You give me the blues
Your hands are too big your mouth is too wide...
And you give me the blues

Oh why

Able Acre