The Rayban Song

I woke up this morning and my head it was heavy hangin down
I slip my feat into my boots and go sip coffee sit down town
I put my face on and smile at all the people like a clown
I wear my Raybans in case the sun comes out and shines on down
 
I’m just sittin’ here hopin that the heavens will fall down
I’m just sittin’ here hopin that the heavens will fall down
 
I can hear Bob Dylan so I just keepa knockin on the line
Behind heavens door gows a vineyard sugar on the vine
 
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Maybe tomorrow maybe it will be the next day that I find
A field of daises and a place of peace and rest to find my mind

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Repeat Chorus
that the heavens will fall down
that the heavens will fall down
that the heavens will fall down

© 1997 Samuel Saint Thomas


Picnics

The sun comes up and says howdy-do
The clouds are rollin and the sky is blue
The birds are singin’ Beatle tunes
It’s all good all sweet here with you
 
You make me wanna go on picnics
And drink my wine layin down
You make me wanna go on picnics
With all of your hair hangin down
 
Top down crusin’ down a country road
Lookin for a deeper swimming hole
Strippin down way naked to our ugly toes
We gotta make the day go really slow
 
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Jalapeño peppers and a chunk of cheese
Wave my pickle in the breeze
Spread a blanket and roll the grass
It’s a smokin day you bet your ass
 
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Repeat Chorus
With all your hair hangin’ down
With all your hair hangin’ down
With all your hair hangin’ down

© 2012 Samuel Saint Thomas


Banjo Gini

She hitchhiked from Shenandoah on a hot midsummers Eve
All the way to Pennsylvania to pick berries and stringbeans
Playing til the sun set low a banjo on her knees
Singin Shady Grove my little love pretty as a bee
 
Ginny she don’t wear no underwear  
It is breezy saves her money she hates doin laundry so
And when she’s out in public she is always ready to go
That’s why Ginny she don’t wear no underwear
 
She was curious and peculiar flying like a butterfly
There was pleasure and amusement a sweet devil in her eye
Had no money in her pockets still she smiled like the sky
What was this happy secret making her so high
 
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Come listen to me now she said there’s somethin you should know
My Grandma was a wild thing a crazy commando
A buffalo gal a dancing by the moon she did go
An’if it’s cool with you and Jesus in the wind I shall blow
 
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All the way to Pennsylvania to pick berries and stringbeans

© 2012 Samuel Saint Thomas





Stuck in Colorado
 
He left home when he was 17 in a VW micro bus
Lookin’ for heaven a great adventure runnin’ from all of us
He drove all nite into the next day down the interstate flat and dry
He did not stop until he saw the Rockies in the Colorado sky
 
Now he’s stuck in Colorado
With a boulder on his back, uh, uh
A boulder on his back, uh, uh
 
He smoked his hash and he sold his weed, he rolled his own cigarettes
Kissin’ dead head women but they were smarter bye bye ride on they said
So he surfs on couches and sleeps on benches lookin’ up into the rain
By the words of poets he sips his coffee down on Penny Lane
 
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He’s got no phone and he gets no mail he’s forever on the move
Trippin all night and sleepin all day to a technotronic groove
Th’mountains are smaller the trees are taller the moon comes out at noon
He loves his father maybe his mother he thinks he’ll hitch home soon
 
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Goin out one night for his last dance to leave it all behind
He made a u-turn on a one-way street and much to his demise
There were flashin lights and uniforms his face was on the ground
Now he’s prayin all night in a cell downtown at the Boulder County jail
 
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© 2012 Samuel Saint Thomas


Careful As You Go
 
You say it’s time to fly now
I wish that I could go
To watch out for your safety
In a world of stormy skies
So I’ll stay here in heaven
And offer you my prayer
I’ll offer you my prayer

As you go, be careful as you go
As you go, be careful as you go

Find a man a cozy place
A birdhouse in the yard
Grow a little rosebush
Some pumpkins and a squash
Put some in your muffins
And give away the best
Give away all the best

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So so long little angel
May god be at your side
May the sun shine in your window
And warm up your big eyes
Let the wind carry you lightly
Like the clouds up in the sky
Like the clouds up in the sky

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© 2012 Samuel Saint Thomas


Pickin’ Jamboree
 
Pick them apples pick them beans
Pick’em red or pick’em green
Pick them taters from the ground
Pick’em square or pick’em round
 
It’s a pick, pick, pickin jamboree
 
Pick them mators grapes on vines
Pick’em heirloom Granny’s kinds
Pick them peppers pickled treats
Pick’em hot or pick’em sweet
 
It’s a pick, pick, pickin jamboree 
Jamboree, jamboree
It’s a pick, pick, pickin jamboree 
 
Pick them carrots pick them peas
Pick’em long down on your knees
Pick them garlic, onions, leaks
Pick your lover peck a cheek
 
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It’s a pick, pick, pickin jamboree
 
Pick them herbs and pick them beats
Pick that mint to rub them meats
Pick that parsley, sage, and thyme
Ya know your squash aint worth-a-dime
Pick them apples pick them beans
Pick’em red or pick’em green
Pick them taters from the ground
Pick’em square or pick’em round
 
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Repeat Chrous
It’s a pick, pick, pickin jamboree
It’s a pick, pick, pickin jamboree
It’s a pick, pick, pickin jamboree

© 2012 Samuel Saint Thomas





Twelve Years In A Jar
 
My whiskey is aging my wine’s in a vat
Time is like wisdom what do you think of that?
Pain makes you tender and tears make you tough
And whatever you have is exactly, exactly enough
 
You’ll get there, you’ll get there an inch or a dime
You’ll get there, you’ll get there it might take some time
You’ll get there, you’ll get there an inch or a dime
And Pete Seeger was right, he sang one row at a time
 
Listen to me close now and listen to me right
Study things slowly before you take flight
Fly like the seagulls and walk like the ants
Don’t squat like a frog and croak and croak that you can’t
 
Chorus
 
Don’t wait to get lucky it’s not the Worlds Fair
Don’t count and don’t hurry come up for some air
Keep your Scotch whiskey twelve years in a jar
The wine’s in the wisdom and age is better by far
 
Chorus

© 2012 Samuel Saint Thomas


Saweeet
 
Acorns are jumpin off my Chinese house
Two ducks in my spyglass furry as a mouse
 
It’s a saweeet nature thing
It’s a saweeet nature thing
It’s a mighty fine a mighty fine nature thing
It’s a mighty fine a mighty fine nature thing
 
Leaves lay down like a lady waitin’ for a naked man
The river bends like an elbo turning stones to sand
 
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Sycamore trees are blazing like a rainbow of fire
Just like Leonard Cohen sings of a bird out on a wire
 
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Two stumps out there stumpin and a chipmunk on a log
Six turkeys are humpin humpin munchin like fat hogs
 
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Nature’s herb sure get you high tell your face to smile
Jump in a river naked sugar baby & hike a county mile
 
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus

© 1995 Samuel Saint Thomas


Ninety Miles an Hour

I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone
 
You belong to someone else and I do too
It’s just crazy being here with you
There’s a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
 
I didn’t want to love you but I had no choice
It’s too late to listen to that warning voice
All I hear is thunder where two hearts beat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
 
You’re not free to belong to me
You know I could never be your own
You’re lips on mine like sweet sweet wine
But we’re headed for a wall of stone
 
Warning signs are flashin' everywhere but we pay no heed
Instead of slowin' down the pace we keep pickin up speed
Disaster’s getting closer every time we meet
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street

© 1963 Donald L. Robertson, Harold K. Blair




Naked Now

Here I stand before you now
my heart in bare wide open please inspect me
reach right in
Passageways and arteries
bloody cells shot up with pain in my viens
it dulls my brains
 
I’m naked, I’m naked now for all the world to see look at me
I’m naked, I’m naked now for all the world to see look at me
 
Here I stand before you now
wearing only mental baggage in my hands
shake my hand
Filled with fragments of my past
roses, pictures, angels, broken bones
I can’t mend alone
 
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Here I run before you now
running only in one place I’m froze by fear
scared to tears
My skin so thin my hair so long
it covers up the most of me I’m nude
I look just like food
 
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Now I give you what I’m not
pain and passion, pleasure and scars
those beautiful scars
Take me naked, take me whole
I wanna come into your soul exposed
very exposed
 
Repeat Chorus

© 1997 Samuel Saint Thomas

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