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RICHARDFrontVIGNETTES

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Father’s Song

You made me. Breathed your spirit into me.
Carried me and shielded me.
Sacrificed and gave for me
And worked it to the bone.

You named me. Held me up and welcomed me.
Promised me your legacy.
Struggled and fought and prayed for me.
How hard I’ve never known.

Chorus:
There was a time I had no use for you.
Didn’t want to walk in your worn-out shoes.
To follow in the tracks of my old man.
Now I don’t think I can.

And I blamed you. For all my dreams not coming true.
I thought I knew much more than you.
I broke your loving heart in two.
And said I didn’t care.

I shamed you. With all the things a child can do.
Stood my ground in front of you.
Said that I’d no need of you.
Still you’re always there.

Chorus:

Everything you told me then has finally come to pass
Looking in the mirror now I see the truth at last.

Now you’re eighty and every night to god I pray.
Forgive me the mistakes I made
This debt I owe cannot be paid
With everything I own.

Chorus:

Andy Hall, Dobro / Ron Bland, Bass / Christian Teele, Drums and Percussion / Eric Moon, Accordion / R. Dean, guitar


Hurricane

Thunder and lightning; Endless rain
Louisiana on a bayou train
Rising water, howling wind
Good to be home again
I call your name
Into the eye of a hurricane

Opalousus, Lafayette
Baton Rouge on the night we met
Angry heavens, angry seas
That night you put a spell on me
I call your name
Into the eye of a hurricane

Force of nature; Devil’s kiss
Consummated on a night like this
She raised me up, tossed me around
Here I am back in town
I call your name
Into the eye of a hurricane

Pete Wasner, piano, clavinet, organ / Stephen Croes, bass / Drum Program and guitars, Richard Dean


Killin’ Boots

Frying down in Texas, hottest that I’ve seen
I’m feeling reckless but it makes my woman mean
She’s meaner than that hot Texas sun
When Margaret puts her killin’ boots on

They took me off the dayshift; I couldn’t pay my rent
Repossessed my Chevy and I haven’t seen it since
If I could make it to the door I’d be gone
But Margaret’s got her killin’ boots on

Big blue eyes; red, red lips
Skin-tight jeans caressing her hips
Left foot, right foot, pull ’em up tight
Pointed and sharp like a knife in a fight

Me and Jimmy Johnson robbed a liquor store
Now we’re flying down the turnpike with a loaded .44
Cause anything is better than being at home
When Margaret’s got her killin’ boots on

Margaret’s got her killin’ boots on
Why in the world can’t she leave me alone
Cut like a razor clean to the bone
Please won’t you tell me what I’ve done that’s so wrong?

I ain’t afraid of nothing
Nothin’ I can see but uh…
Maggie’s Tony Lamas when they’re coming after me
If I can make it to the door I’d be gone
But Margaret’s got her killin’ boots on

Please won’t you tell me what I’ve done that’s so wrong?
Margaret’s got her killin’ boots on
Margaret’s got her killin’ boots on
Margaret’s got her killin’ boots on

Eduardo Bijoux Barbosa, bass / Mike Marlier, drums / Pete Wasner, keyboards / Bob Rebholz, saxophone / Pete Olstad, trumpet / R. Dean, guitar


Paint It Blue

Portraits in paint
Moments in time
Sinners and saints
Captured and signed

They’re hung in a line
Gathering dust
I’m posing for mine
A portrait of us.

Paint this heart
Torn in two
Paint it blue
Paint it blue

Layer on layer
Colors on cloth
Running together
Heartache and loss

The essence of us
A palette and knife
The edge of a brush
Revealing a life

And when the work is done
Hang it high for all to see
The price I paid to have this image made for me

Christian Teele, drums and percussion / Ron Bland, bass / Eric Moon, piano and accordion / John Macy, pedal steel guitar / Lauren Michaels, vocal / R. Dean, guitars and mandolin


Vicksburg

I am a native son of the stars and bars
In a coat made of Richmond grey
The same wool on the shoulders of Robert Lee
that he wore on the final day.
You can talk about economics
You can argue the rights of states
But you can’t cheat fate
Or erase the sound of the moans
On the hallowed ground.

So take me to Vicksburg
I want to see where daddy fell
On a silent hill where the wind’s as still
As the ghost of a rebel yell.

I’m a native son of the stars and bars
I’ve got wounds that refuse to mend
The same wounds that were opened in ‘65
When we came to a shameful end
You can talk about grace and honor
You can cry that it’s all been lost
But no cause is just
if the cause at hand
Is enslaving another man

So take me to Vicksburg
I want to see where daddy fell
On a silent hill where the wind’s as still
As the ghost of a rebel yell.

Yeah they say the war is over
Reunited once again
The north and south
Is a bitter taste in the mouth
Of a confederate man

Christian Teele, drums and percussion / Ron Bland, bass / Andy Hall, dobro / Pete Wasner, piano / Eric Moon, piano / Marc Lacuesta, background vocals / R. Dean, guitar


Clayton

I was down in Portales
In the Land of Enchantment
Where the desert’s on fire
Like it’s painted with magic
And the stars shine like tears on a field between turquoise and blue
’Til they’re faded from view by the light of the New Mexico moon
And if I ever see Clayton again…

She was playing her songs on an old concertina
On a Saturday night in Clayton cantina
When I begged her to stay in a haze of tequila and lust
She turned silver to rust by the light of the New Mexico moon
And if I ever see Clayton again, it’ll be too soon.

If I ever see Clayton again
I’ll stumble and choke on the dust
While I twist in the gathering wind
And look for the traces of us.

I was headed for Dallas
When I happened to meet her
In a town near the border
I wish I’d never seen her
As I faded away
In her eyes of turquoise and blue
She stole away with my heart by the light of the New Mexico moon
And if I ever see Clayton again, it’ll be too soon.

If I ever see Clayton again
I’ll remember the turquoise and blue
As I bend in the gathering wind
To look for the traces of you.

Christian Teele, cajon and percussion / Ron Bland, bass / Andy Hall, dobro / R. Dean, guitar


Wild Night on the Bayou

Oh, St. Landry Parish; c’est bon ton rouler!
Lafayette is singing; I can’t stay away.
Cajuns by the millions everywhere I turn
Just one bayou baby makes my fire burn

Chorus:
Say you’ll let me hear the drum roll tonight
Move the squeeze box outside and in
Gonna make the gumbo just right
Wild night on the bayou again

Aidez-moi Evangeline; set my spirit free
Show me how to break the spell that you put on me
Take me down to Lagneaux’s now; feed me étoufée
Show me all the secrets of that Louisiana way

Chorus:

Louisiana, Louisianne, read my billet doux
It will help you understand why I’m in love with you

Chorus:

Mike Marlier, drums / Christian Teele, percussion, congas / Eduardo Bijoux Barbosa, bass / Jeff Jenkins, piano / Bob Rebholz, saxophones / Pete Olstad, trumpet / Marc Lacuesta, background vocals, R. Dean, guitars


Eileen

She plays me like an Oscar-winning scene
She slays me like a science-fiction alien machine
She takes me to another world, another place I’ve never been
She says that I’m the best she’s ever seen

She runs me like a rabbit runs a dog
She stuns me like a Frankenstein emerging from a fog
She eyes me like a crocodile when she’s rolling off a log
She calls me like a farmer calls a hog

Chorus:

Don’t set me free Eileen
I feel a chill and my will is gone
I’m at the door to the great unknown
You’ve got me under your spell and it thrills me to the bone
Don’t set me free Eileen, Eileen
Don’t set me free Eileen
I’m just a slave and you’re my queen
Don’t set me free

When I first saw you baby
I was appalled by the way that you wore your clothes
But it didn’t take you too long
To put the chain on my leg, the ring in my nose

Chorus:

She holds me like a momma holds a son
She rolls me like a cigarette between her fingertips and thumb
She told me if she weighed our love it would probably weigh a ton
She says that I’m the best she’s ever done

Chorus:

Mike Marlier, drums /  Eduardo Bijoux Barbosa, bass / Pete Wasner, keyboards / Bob Rebholz, saxophones / Pete Olstad, trumpet / Marc Lacuesta, background vocals, R. Dean, guitars


Going Away

I took the pictures off the wall
And the cards with the names I’ll never call
And I threw them away
I threw them away

I put the books that I won’t need with the letters you wrote that I’ll never read
Cause I’m going away
I’m going away

Took my trophies and all of these worthless things I’ve collected all this time
The more of these moments I get rid of today, then the less I’ll leave behind.
And there’ll be less to go through, less to divide, less to discard, and less to decide what to do
After I say goodbye to you.

Took the hats and coats and worn-out shoes that are in your way
that I’ll never use
And I gave them away
I gave them away.

Took my trophies and all of these useless things I’ve collected all this time
The more of these moments I get rid of today, then the less I’ll leave behind.
And you’ll have less to go through, less to divide, less to discard, and less to decide what to do
After I say goodbye to you.

I’m going away

Ron Bland, bass / Pete Wasner, piano / R. Dean, guitars