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Words We Can Dance To

Words We Can Dance To

Asylum, p1976. 1 disc (33 min.)
Cast: Songs; performed by the composer, with assisting instrumentalists.
  1. Roving Cowboy
  2. Tossin' And Turnin'
  3. Unemployed
  4. Between the Lines
  5. Old Fashioned
  6. Can't Go Back
  7. Banana Republics
  8. Death of a Salesman
  9. That's What Friends Are For
  10. The Glory Of Love
LPaa cover

Roving Cowboy

"Ballad of Dan Moody"

(Mike Smith)

He used to be a roving cowboy

He used to he a rodeo cowhand

He tried to rob the Kansas Railway

Along with two other friends of mine

I said for God's sake do not do this

They put it off for quite some time

Until the twelfth of January

Such a cold and bitter time

Snow was drifting on the line

A mind confused is sometimes altered

That's what a friend of mine who knows once told me

Don't tell a madman with a shotgun

That he is not supposed to shoot no one

Foolishly heeding my own counsel

Too easily tired of the fight

They done the deed and was successful

And returned that very night

Looking the same around the eyes

Having recently found Jesus

I tried to speak to them, as friends should do

Of the eternal consequences

And about those hellfires that wait below

They soon fell in with sweet companions

Who helped them spend their evil wage

Until the thought of precious Jesus

Drove me to a holy rage

And I knew they must be saved

Then who comes riding across the prairie

Seeking shelter from the wild deep snow

Why it's the sheriff and his deputies seeking

Information bout them three rodeo chums

I did not know that they'd be sleeping

That they'd come out with guns ablaze

And that all three was to be murdered

This was never my intention

This I swear I did not know

When I told the posse where to go

Tossin' And Turnin'

(Ritchie Adams & Malou Rene)

I couldn't sleep at all last night

Just thinking of you, baby things weren't right

And you got me tossin'and turnin'

turnin' and tossin, tossin' and turnin'all night

I kicked the blankets on the floor

Turned my pillow upside down

I never did before and you got me tossin'and turnin'

turnin'and tossin; tossin' and turnin' all night

Jumped out of bed

Turned on the light

Rolled up the shade, went to the kitchen for a bite

Pulled down the shade, turned off the light

Jumped back into bed, it was the middle of the night

The clock downstairs was striking four

I couldn't get you off my mind

I heard the milkman at the door

And you got me tossin'and turnin'

turnin'and tossin', tossin'and turnin'all night


(Steve Goodman)

When I got up this morning I walked down to the plant

I wanted to go to work but they said you can't

When I asked the boss why I got canned

He said something 'bout the laws of supply and demand

Now that's just the kind of thing

That gets a man annoyed

When the wolf is knocking

And you're unemployed

I filled out the forms they had in personnel

There's twenty men applying for every job to fill

Some boys in fine are just bums like me

And some of them got sheepskins and PHD's

It's a sorry situation that you can't avoid

When you're over educated and unemployed

I don't want to be told how long I have to wait

Don't want to be no number in no jobless rate

Don't want no welfare from no welfare state

I just want to put the groceries on my baby's plate

When I die then I'll get my just reward

When the devil makes me chairman of the board

Whenever they had the hard times in this land

Before then they said the way you stop is to start a war

Well I don't want to hear any of that stuff from any politicians

no more

Or next election day they'll be unemployed

Between the Lines

(Steve Goodman & Steve Burgh)

The day you're born they sign a piece of paper

To certify the date of your birth

And the day you die they sign another

Just to prove you've gone back to the earth

And between those two pieces of paper

There's the truth that is so hard to find

And the story of your life is written ' , but

You must read in between the lines

Now when you're young you think it doesn't matter

If you leap before you look

But those old folks are wiser and sadder

From the chances that they took

Now when your chance comes along, you must take it

Just be careful and take your time

And the chances are good you will make it

If you could read in between the lines

And when someone tells you they love you

And that no one has ever loved you more

It is wise to stop and consider how many

Times they night have said that before

Because when love leaves you cryin'

You will surely lose your mind

And you might have known love was lying

If you could read in between the lines

Old Fashioned

(Steve Goodman, Steve Burgh, Pat Chamberlain & Paula Bailin)

Friends are always telling me that

I'm old fashioned

Out of date and born too late to ever catch on

But maybe that's because they can't imagine

The love of an old fashioned girl

When they tell you you don't have a leg to dance on

She's the one that you can take a chance on

The one who knows the difference between

Promises and passion is my old fashioned girl

These days it's smart to hide your heart

Behind some painted smile

But have no fear I will still be here

When love comes back in style

Maybe it's the way she lets me think I caught her

When I'm without her I'm a fish out of water

And maybe someday our daughter will be

An old fashioned girl

So go ahead and tell me I'm old fashioned

I know one thing you can bet your cash on

Love that's built to last and can't be rationed

Between an old fashioned boy and girl

Can't Go Back

(Steve Goodman, Steve Burgh, Pat Chamberlain, Paula Bailin)

Now in this great big world of trouble

Sometimes there must be a little you

And when the woman wants to good, good lovin'

She must separate the men from the boys

And men you know it's the same for us

All around the world

Once you've been in love with the

Good, good woman, it sure is hard to go

Back to girls

Now when I was just a little boy

My Poppa said these words to me

Son, you better watch your step when

You go lookin'for the female company

Don't be fooled when they make eyes at you

And they all look the same

The woman is the one who means business

The little girl is just playing a game

When the woman's thinking of you

Some little girl will come break your heart

You can find the one who loves you

If you're man enough to tell them apart

And Poppa told me, when you find one

Who gives you good lovin'

Son, don't you ever make her cry

You could search the whole world over

And never find another no matter

How hard you try

Just remember that she will only care for you

Just as much as you care for her

And once you've been in love

With the good, good woman, it sure is

Hard to go back to girls

Banana Republics

(Steve Goodman, Steve Burgh & Jim Rothermel)

Down to the Banana Republics

Down to the tropical sun

Come the expatriated Americans

Expecting to have some fun

Some of them come for the sailing

Drawn by the lure of the sea

To cure the spirit that's ailing

From living in the land of the free

Some of them are running from lovers

Leaving no forward address

Some of them are running marijuana

Some are running from the IRS

Late at night you can see them

In the cheap hotels and bars

Hustling the senoritas

As they dance beneath the stars

Spending the renegade pesos

On a bottle of rum and a lime

Singing give me some words I can

Dance to and a melody that rhymes

Once you learn the native customs

And a word of Spanish or two

Then you know you can't trust them

Because they know they can't trust you

Down in Banana Republics

It is not always as warm as it seems

When none of the natives are buying

Any second hand American Dreams

Expatriated Americans

Are feeling so all alone

Telling themselves the same lies

That they told themselves at home

Death of a Salesman

(Steve Goodman, Steve Burgh, Jeff Gutcheon,

Jim Rothermel, Lew London, Saul Broody & Ken Kosek)

The traveling salesman stopped for gas

As it was getting late

He sure was feeling tired

And it was snowing on the interstate

He said "won't 'cha fill 'er up with gas

And see if my oil's alright

And do you know a place where a tired-out traveling man

Might spend the night?"

The attendant winked at him and said

"I'll bet you been around

The man who puts up lodgers here is

Known as Farmer Brown

You'll find him in that old stone house

Just at the edge of town

And he's got a 15 year old daughter

Who likes to fool around."

The salesman winked right back at him

And a smile came to his lip

He paid for the gas and oil

And then he gave that man a tip

He started up and pushed that old gas pedal to the floor

Went off like a hat and in nothing flat

He was at the farmer's door

The door opened up and a beautiful girl said

"Won't you come on in"

The traveling salesman's tongue was hanging out like Rin-Tin-Tin

"That old gas station attendant said I would find you here

And do you have a suitable room

To rent to me my Dear?"

She said "Kind Sir, I'm sorry, but the last one's gone you see,

So if you want to spend the night

You'll have to sleep with me:'

He said "How fortuitous, my pretty little miss"

And he throws his arms around her

And he gives that girl a kiss

Her warm and tender ruby lips

He scarcely could believe

He never saw the hammer

She had hidden up her sleeve

She said "I'm getting sleepy,

Why don't we go to bed?"

And as they turned to climb the stairs

She whopped him on the head

The very next day the salesman's car

With brand new license plates

Was sitting at Farmer Brown's super service

'bout a mile from the interstate

So all you traveling salesmen

Who might be passing through

You better watch your step

Or that traveling salesman joke might be on you

That's What Friends Are For

(Steve Goodman, Steve Burgh,

Jim Rothermel & Jeff Gutcheon)

How to hide your feeling is the first thing that you learn

When you cannot tell the truth to whom it may concern

When you fall in love with your closest friend

And she's not in love with you

You get caught in the middle

If she can't pretend that she feels the same about you

But whenever someone breaks her heart

She comes knocking at your door

She knows she can count on you

After all that's what friends are for

Friends are the ones who hold you up

When the whole world is letting you down

Friends are the ones you turn to for love

When lovers can't be found

I wish I knew how to tell her

I'm her friend and something more

But some things are better left unsaid

And, after all, that's what friends are for

That's what friends are for

The Glory Of Love

(William J. Hill)

You gotta give a little

Take a little

Let your poor heart break a little

Baby, that's the glory of love

You gotta laugh a little

Cry a little

Let the clouds roll by a little

Baby, that's the glory of love

As long as there's just the two of us

To have the world and its charms

And when the world is through with us

We'll be safe in each others arms

Win a little

Lose a little

Sometimes you got to have the blues a little

Baby, that's the glory of love

All songs are C 1976 Big Ears Music, Inc./Red Pajamas Music,

Inc.  ASCAP except the following: "Unemployed" C) 1975 Big Ears

Music, Inc./Red Pajamas Music, Inc., ASCAP "Rovin Publishing

Co., Inc.  BMI, "Tossin' and Turnin"' (C) 1961 Harvard Music,

Inc./Warner-Tameriane Publishing Corp. BMI and "The Glory Of

Love" (D 1936 Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., In All son s used by

permission.  All rights reserved.