The Narrows
Words & Music By Grant-Lee Phillips

Tennessee Rain

Big town, ya bum around
Down to a dime
Try to keep yourself from getting lost
Slow poke, goin’ broke
‘Bout out a’ time
Band’s all speedin’ up and getting’ tossed
Somewhere that I’d be better off…

Like the cool winds a’ blowin’
I’ll get to where I’m goin’
That sun is still plenty high
The road goes on for days
Winding all which-a-ways
Wash all the tears from my eyes
Tennessee rain

Just wanna’ settle in
Find a little shade
Far on out where I can breath the air
Might be the rollin’ hills
Where I come to land
Live out all my days without a care
We’ll get a couple rockin’ chairs

Like the cool winds a’ blowin’
I’ll get to where I’m goin’
That sun is still plenty high
The road goes on for days
Winding all which-a-ways
Wash all the tears from my eyes
Tennessee rain
Tennessee rain

Long as I got as your hand
I’m stronger than a mule
I’ll take whatever’s bound to come my way
Stay by me and I won’t wander like a fool
Or vanish on the trail without a trace
You are my compass, aren’t ya babe

Like the cool winds a’ blowin’
I’ll get to where I’m goin’
That sun is still plenty high
The road goes on for days
Winding all which-a-ways
Wash all the tears from my eyes
Tennessee rain
Wash all the tears from my eyes
Tennessee rain

Smoke and Sparks

Come one day
When these bones give way
Gonna’ call my name
And I will depart

Come that day
I won’t be afraid
I’ll rise from the flames
Like smoke and sparks

Like smoke and sparks
Out of this earthly hearth
Yonder I’ll fly
Like smoke and sparks

No more tears
The weight of years
Will disappear
On the day I embark

Like a chimney swift
Who soars and darts
My soul will be lifted
Like smoke and sparks

Like smoke and sparks
Out of this earthly hearth
Yonder I’ll fly
Like smoke and sparks

It’s not goodbye
This urge to fly
When I take to the sky
With a song in my heart

Like smoke and sparks
Out of this earthly hearth
Yonder I’ll fly
Like smoke and sparks
Yonder I’ll fly
Like smoke and sparks
Yonder I’ll fly
Like smoke and sparks

Moccasin Creek

Way back in the holler
Hidden off in
I want to go back there
To the home of my kin
Where there’s an old rock house
On a mountain so steep
And one of these days
I wanna’ dip my feet in Moccasin creek

Go down to the narrows
Where the water picks up
Might find a few arrowheads
Down in the mud
Grandpa is around here
They buried him deep
No headstone
Dropped his bones by moccasin creek

Way back in the Ozarks
Off in the hills
I want to go back there
And I surely will
Pick the first wildwood flower I see
And one of these days
I’m gonna’ dip my feet in Moccasin creek
One of these days
I’m gonna’ dip my feet in Moccasin creek
One of these days
I’m gonna’ dip my feet in Moccasin creek

Cry Cry

In the winter when the streams are frozen
In the winter when the birds don’t sing
That’s when I lost my home
When I lost everything
Kept a’ walkin’ ‘till my feet were bloody
Left everything we knew
When they took us ‘cross the Mississippi
Nothin’ that I could do but…
Cry, Cry
Cry
Keep a’ pushin’ on into the ocean
Dancin’ like a man in chains
‘Till you wind up where the sod is hard
Here where you lose you name
Same people said that I was Godless
Same people showed how to pray
Same people with a pen or rifle
Same people took it all away
Cry, Cry
Cry
One more mile
One more night
One thousand lies won’t make it right
Cry, cry
One more mile
One more night
One thousand lies won’t make it right

In the winter when the streams are frozen
In the winter when the birds don’t sing
That’s when I lost my home
When I lost everything
Cry, Cry
Cry

Holy Irons

Brother on brother
Lying in the fields
Only the Devil is keepin’ score
Your blonde haired boys are scattered long these hills
Picked clean like cotton in a rich man’s war

Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
Lay down your holy irons
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead

Got no mansion on the yonder mount
No plantation pillars all in white
Just a Southern boy behind a plough
Swept up like nothin’
In a poor man’s fight

Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
Lay down your holy irons
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead

Farewell Cordelia
Let me hold ya close
So I can remember how it feels
If a bullet brings me down
Before I make it home
Ya know that I’ll be dreamin’ of you still
Yes I will…

Little soldiers all in blue and grey
Every one of us a’ bleedin’ red
And when this broken body falls away
We’ll all lie down in the same earthen bed

Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
Lay down your holy irons
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead
Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
The broken hearted Lord can only wring his hands
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead

Yellow Weeds

Yellow weeds
Yellow weeds
I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
All of my memories
Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

God’s little acre’s overgrown
I hardly recognize my home
I used to drive these roads at midnight in the fog
Have to remind me now, I might get lost

Yellow weeds
Yellow weeds
I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
All of my memories
Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

There’s my old school, I’ve got to slow
Same place my Dad, he used to go
Chain on the fences now, locks on every door
Won’t hear the laughing of the children anymore

Yellow weeds
Yellow weeds
I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
All of my memories
Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

Past ain’t a place that’s built to stand
This I know, I feel it slipping through my hands
Even my recollection’s bound to fade in time
Long as I can I want to hold it close to mine

Another highway shrine, a little wooden cross
Another pistol goin’ off
This ground is taking back her blessings one by one
You’ve got to count them all before we’re overrun
Yellow weeds
Yellow weeds
I swear that overnight it’s gone to seed
Yellow weeds
Yellow weeds
Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds
Swallowed whole by all these yellow weeds

Loaded Gun

Plymouth Satellite a’ flyin’
Near the speed a’ sound
Got the windows down
And the wheels a’ risin’
Clean up off the ground
Flood lights from the jailhouse shining
‘Cross the mustard fields
Some a’ them boys I used to run with
Some a’ them are in there still

Flyin’ down the back roads
Like the last and only one
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun

Don’t know what I’m runnin’ from
Not sure where I’m goin’
Just seems like the world around me’s
Moving awful slow
So you drink it down
And you go devour everything you touch
My tank down on empty
Got no time though to fill it up

Flyin’ down the back roads
Like the last and only one
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun

Huck Finn in a Plymouth flying
Near the speed a’ light
Two-lane highway to myself
There’s nothin’ like a summer night
When you’re still a kid
But things ya did
You’re lucky just to be alive

Flyin’ down the back roads
Like the last and only one
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun
Flyin’ down the back roads
In a race I never won
When you’re seventeen and wild
Boy you’re like a loaded gun

Rolling Pin

Flat out , laid me down
Like dough beneath a rolling pin
No, I never met the likes of her
I knew I never would again
Heart don’t fail me now
Don’t gimme’ more than I can take
Flat out, laid me down
Enough to take my breath away

Ain’t set much aside
To put a roof above our heads
Made a little bit a’ money mopping tar
All wadded up it beside the bed

We took the old Ranchero north
Wasn’t in the mood to wait
We said our vows in a Reno chapel
On a cold November day

Flat out , laid me down
Like dough beneath a rolling pin
No, I never met the likes of her
I knew I never would again
Heart don’t fail me now
Don’t gimme’ more than I can take
Flat out, laid me down
Enough to take my breath away

She’s got her work cut out for sure
Aims to make a man of me
It takes a woman’s touch
To train a monkey how to wear a leash

But every night I get to come back home’s
Another that I’m truly blessed
I need no proof to show me where I stand
Or put her lovin’ to the test

Flat out , laid me down
Like dough beneath a rolling pin
No, I never met the likes of her
I knew I never would again
Heart don’t fail me now
Don’t gimme’ more than I can take
Flat out, laid me down
Enough to take my breath away

Taking On Weight In Hot Springs

Taking on weight in Hot Springs
Kickin’ up my feet for once
Sleeping in ’till the sun cools off
Ain’t about to get much done
Movin’ slower than molasses
My nose up in the ‘lectric fan
Holed up like a bandit
In some unholy land
Taking on weight
Taking on weight in Hot Springs again

Tumble out a bed for biscuits
Wander up to Bathhouse Row
Folks, they don’t know what they’re missing
I’ll send ’em all a card back home
Moving slower than molasses
I’ll get there but I don’t know when
Won’t be hoppin’ on no tractor
Won’t be jumpin’ on no stick
Taking on weight
Taking on weight in Hot Springs again

Makin lotta’ friends in Hot Springs
Slummin’ at the Waukesha
Gamblers from Chicago
Had some run-in with the law
Moving slower than molasses
Ain’t nobody gives a damn
It’s a long way back to Stumptown
A long way back to camp
Taking on weight
Taking on weight in Hot Springs again

Moving slower than molasses
I’ll get there but I don’t when
In The Valley Of The Vapors
Soak myself in bathtub gin
Taking on weight
Taking on weight in Hot Springs again

Just Another River Town

Fortunes made and fortunes lost
People played and double-crossed
Some have turned up on the stage
Others in the river wash
If these tavern wall could sing
They’d tell us all so many things
Like just how lonely it can be

Just another river town
Seen it’s share of bad go down
So when that steel guitar rings out
Be grateful you’re on dry ground
This place is just another river town

Broken hearts and broken bones
Shattered dreams and broken homes
I’ve seen enough to know what streets you don’t walk alone
It sure ain’t easy on your own

Just another river town
Seen it’s share of bad go down
So when that steel guitar rings out
Be grateful you’re on dry ground
This place is just another river town

Then I hear the Sunday morning choir
When that church door’s swinging wide
There’s a girl whose voice is bound to reach the sky
And when she smiles there’s redemption in her eyes

Just another river town
Seen it’s share of bad go down
So when that steel guitar rings out
Be grateful you’re on dry ground
This place is just another river town
This place is just another river town
This place is just another river town

No Mercy In July

Rain won’t pour
No rainwater in the reservoir
Cloudless sky
Each year hotter than the one before
Can’t hold out long
One more summer and we may be up and gone

No mercy in July
No mercy and the sun’s on fire
The mercury just keeps on climbin’
No mercy in July

Ain’t one drop
More rainwater in a soda pop
Long hot nights
Start sweatin’ and ya just can’t stop
Start sweatin’ and ya just can’t stop

No mercy in July
No mercy and the sun’s on fire
The mercury just keeps on climbin’
No mercy in July

If it don’t rain and things don’t change
Gonna’ go bust
Four long years, nothin’ but tears
Fruitbowl’s gatherin’ dust

Still no breeze
It may jump another ten degrees
Rain’d better come down
Shade’s no shelter on days like these
Shade’s no shelter on days like these

No mercy in July
No mercy and the sun’s on fire
Mercury just keeps on climbin’
No mercy in July
No mercy and the sun’s on fire
Mercury just keeps on climbin’
No mercy in July

No mercy in July, mmm
No mercy in July…

San Andreas Fault

San Andreas
Sleeping sound
Don’t ya wake her boy
She’s a little snake in the ground
San Andreas
Gonna’ shake
There’s a crack in the earth
Runnin’ up The Golden State
San Andreas
One day
When the big one comes
You don’t wanna’ be out this way

California’s
Somethin’ else
Back in ‘94
We were livin’ in the trailer house
Had a beat-up blue Cadillac
With one brown door
‘Till Northridge knocked us back
San Andreas
One day
When the big one comes
You don’t wanna’ be out this way

Shake the peaches
Shake the prunes
Shake the bankers out the back
Of their boardrooms
Shake the almonds
And the grapes
Do forgive me boys
Think I better pull up stakes
San Andreas
One day
When the big one comes
You don’t wanna’ be out this way

Like your mama…
She’d beat the rugs
California’s gonna’ shake out all of us
May be fires
May be drought
May be taxes
Somethin’ gonna’ drive you out
San Andreas
One day
When the big one comes
You don’t wanna’ be out this way
When the big one comes
You don’t wanna’ be out this way

Find My Way

I’m lost
But I keep on walking
Sometimes it’s all a man can do
It’s dark
But I keep on singing
Trying to find my way back home to you

Scarred
But my heart is open
My rags are worn and every bone is bruised
I’m tired
But I keep on moving
Trying to find my way back home to you
Trying to find my way back home to you
Trying to find my way back home to you
Ooh

It’s late
And the winds are whirling
Feels like I got nothing left to lose
Done my share of morning
Trying to find my way back home to you

I’m beat
But I won’t be broken
Hard to always know what road to chose
I’m low
But I keep on hoping
Trying to find my way back home to you
Trying to find my way back home to you
Trying to find my way back home to you
Ooh