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These are the lyrics from the "Pass It Down" CD, our most recent work

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