At the Crossin’
Twenty years from now, will I still be
on this railroad
Or will I quit and buy a cow, spent my
summers on a hay load
It’s be too many miles, too long a time
between the smiles
And It’s too long a road for a wife and
child
I could have stayed a home you know
and watched my children as they played
But everytime I hear that whistle blow
I thing about the home I could have
made
If
I gave up this life, been a husband to my wife
If I could change it all I’d be with
you
Now I can still remember the times when
we were poor
We didn’t have a nickel for the mail
But we were never closer then when we
were before
I left to find my fortune on the rail
Well I guess the time has come
For me to figure out which way to go
Will I stay here on the run
Or will I leave to watch my children
grow
It’s be too many miles, too long a time
between the smiles
And It’s too long a road for a wife and
child
DeEvolution
We’ve come along ways since the caveman
days
With our computers and technology
But there’s something in side the
modern man
That’s pulling him back to the trees
Now the Renaissance man was a dapper
Dan
With his concerto’s and his minuets
But the modern music goes thump, thump,
and thump
You might as well be beating on an old
tree stump
Devolution, is pulling me backwards,
back into the age of stone
Devolution is piecing my body, now
where’d I put that bone
Now Momma’s crying and Daddy’s real sad
Bout the hardware we found in our own
dear lad
He’s got a ring in this nose and a stud
in his tongue
A little gold stud from his pecks it
hung
His hair is spiked into a big Mohawk
His skin is covered with skulls and
spots
We his from the grandparents ‘til we
confer
Our son’s turned into a head hunter
Chorus
He lives in a room of death and doom,
he’s got” Manson” on the radio
He got a safety pin in his left eyebrow
A big nose ring like an old bull cow
Ask any parent I’m sure they’ll agree
There’s one decoration that we’d love
to see
It’s a big old zipper, we’d like to get
Just make sure it goes though both his
lips
Chorus
Haulin’ Freight
words
R. O Stutzman
music Sid Stutzman
freight trains passing in the night’
take a siding, dim your light
wave hello to the boys as they go by
green signal shinning bright
means the switch is lined up right
haul out for the mainland head for home
(chorus)
they say the day will come
when these mighty trains won’t run
when the brakeman of the rail
will be another old folktale
but the days of the railroads ain’t
done yet
haulin’ up the hill ,
Vachon siding’s come and gone
steel wheels are digging in
and the train is coming on
the throttle’s out in number eight
and the engine’s throbbing low
the countryside is crawling by
we’re on our way back home
(chorus
five engines in the lead
trying to get up to track speed
the stacks are blazing fire in the
night
and box cars single file
stretching back more than a mile
you know that hill’s gonna give us
quite a fight
Older Ladies
I’m getting to
the that awkward age that comes after 49
My perception
of the ladies is like that of vintage wine
While the
young wine might be sweeter, with age it will refine
I might not be
cool, but I like older ladies
Chorus
Older ladies, older
ladies older ladies who
Older ladies
who like to dance
Older ladies
who like Skidoos
Older ladies,
older ladies older ladies who
I like those
thing that older ladies do
Now the young
girls are so beautiful, their figures are devine
They haven’t
seen the mileage of husband , kids and time
And when it
comes to conversation, they’ll lose every time
I might not be
cool, but I like older ladies
Chorus
Now all you
young bucks listen up to this song I sing
Cause some
where in your future, there is a sweet young thing
And you may
not believe me now, but I tell you true
Some day she’s
be and older lady too
Chorus
PASS IT DOWN
Every
thing’s broken everything’s new
The
Raven has spoken, There’s nothing to do
But
pray for tomorrow and cherish the past,
Gather
yea round now Raise up your glass
A
North wind is calling cold rain from the sky
As
the colors of autumn are floating on by.
The
trees golden splendor is silently stripped
The
color of winter lies cold on my lips
Pass
it down my children why don’t you pass it down
Pass
it down my children why don’t you pass it down
The
harvest has ended the fields put to bed
And
the wood for the fire is stacked in the shed
The cattle are crying for corn in the husk
The
timing is perfect to leave if you must.
Pass
it down my children why don’t you pass it down
Pass
it down my children why don’t you pass it down
The ballad of Harold and Ida
This is the story of Harold and Ida
A chainsaw mechanic and a stock race car driver
Had a life that was hard but a love
that was harder
Their love was truer that true
They met in the spring of ’47 Harold
was 20 going on 11
When he saw Ida standing by the side of
the road
Their love was truer that true
Now Harold was riding on an Indian full dress,
Ida was barefoot and looking for a road
test
Harold said “why don’t you take a ride
with me”
Their love was truer that true
chorus
First gear , let it out, pop ‘er till
the tires melt
Ida’s still setting back , way back on
that back rest
Second gear phone poles looking like a
picket fence
Ida’s sitting back , like Sunday on a
park bench
Third gear , this is it , she’s gonna
slide up pretty soon
She starts laughing , laughing like a
loon
Fourth gear , here comes dead mans
corner
Leaning so hard feel the heat from the
tar
And she moves up, she finally moves up
and she whispers in my ear
Faster Harold, can’t you go faster
This old bike is sure a disaster, lets
go to my place and fix her up real good
Faster Harold, can’t you go faster,
since that day it was love ever after
Harold knew , she was a Hog ridin’ fool
Harold and Ida were married at the race
track, grew them a son or two
down with the pit crew. Days turned to years
and their legend grew
Harold was 45 at speedway 95, going
straight out
Caught his cuff on his suicide, Ida
found him lying dead on the track
Chorus
This is the story of Harold and Ida
A chainsaw mechanic and a stock race car driver
Had a life that was hard but a love
that was harder
Their love was truer that true
The Promises
May the promises you make here lead you
safely to your goals
May the paths to your successes never
stray you from your roles
You are standing here together man and
wife
So get ready for the best of your life
May your love begin to flourish like
the flowers of the morn’
May the children you are given, grow up
tall and very strong
You are standing here together man and
wife
So get ready for the best of your life
Oh.. Oh how the years go flying by
Flesh and blood must perish, but love
will never die
May the promises you make here lead you
safely to your goals
May the paths to your successes never
stray you from your roles
You are standing here together man and
wife
So get ready for the best of your life
Soldier's Song
I wish I was a
Raven black
just sitting
in a tree
And everywhere
the wind would blow
The air would
carry me
I’d spread my
wings both straight and true
And catch that
balmy breeze
And fly off to
the land I love
Beneath the
Evergreens
Far thee well
my wayward son
Fair thee well
to thee
I long to see
my own true love
That’s where I
want to be
I fall too
sleep beneath the stars
And dream of
my truelove
And wonder if
she’s watching too
These same
stars up above
Far thee well
my wayward son
Fair thee well
to thee
I long to see
the land I love
And know
that’s it’s still free
Now if I died
upon these sands
Please shed a
tear for me
and all the
brave hearts gone before
We’re sure to
form a sea
Far thee well
my wayward son
Fair thee well
to thee
And when I
meet my own sweet Lord
I hope he
welcomes me
Tell Me Some Lies
Hold me for a moment, let your feelings
go
You don’t have to say a word, I know
How your heart is feeling as this night
unfolds
Please don’t tell me that you have to
go
Tell me some lies, oh those sweet,
sweet lies
Keep me hanging on forever let me
fantasize
Tell me some lies, oh those sweet,
sweet lies
Tell me some lies
I don’t know why I came here, I can see
it in your eyes
There’s something you must tell me , I
realize
That this time together is bound to be
our last
I can feel our love go slipping past
(Chorus)
Let bitter words be past. Those stones
have all be cast
I know it’s time to travel on, It hurt
s to know our love is gone
( 1st verse)
The Ballad of Harold and Ida
This is the story of Harold and Ida
A chainsaw mechanic and a stock race car driver
Had a life that was hard but a love
that was harder
Their love was truer that true
They met in the spring of ’47 Harold
was 20 going on 11
When he saw Ida standing by the side of
the road
Their love was truer that true
Now Harold was riding on an Indian full dress,
Ida was barefoot and looking for a road
test
Harold said “why don’t you take a ride
with me”
Their love was truer that true
chorus
First gear , let it out, pop ‘er till
the tires melt
Ida’s still setting back , way back on
that back rest
Second gear phone poles looking like a
picket fence
Ida’s sitting back , like Sunday on a
park bench
Third gear , this is it , she’s gonna
slide up pretty soon
She starts laughing , laughing like a
loon
Fourth gear , here comes dead mans
corner
Leaning so hard feel the heat from the
tar
And she moves up, she finally moves up
and she whispers in my ear
Faster Harold, can’t you go faster
This old bike is sure a disaster, lets
go to my place and fix her up real good
Faster Harold, can’t you go faster,
since that day it was love ever after
Harold knew , she was a Hog ridin’ fool
Harold and Ida were married at the race
track, grew them a son or two
down with the pit crew. Days turned to years
and their legend grew
Harold was 45 at speedway 95, going
straight out
Caught his cuff on his suicide, Ida
found him lying dead on the track
Chorus
This is the story of Harold and Ida
A chainsaw mechanic and a stock race car driver
Had a life that was hard but a love
that was harder
Their love was truer that true