Take a Walk With Me

 

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Recorded at Owl Hollow - Omaha, NE & Lobos Lair - Minneapolis, MN; Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus Mastering.

Special thanks to: Michael Beebe; Al Doub, for driving the bus; Doug Huggins; Justin Rudiger; Larry Dunn; Al & Michelle Irions; Clete Baker; Joe Voda; Dan & Gary at Sokol; Bogie; Steve Malott; Almeda Berkey; Zachary, Kim & David Beasley; Nils Anders Erickson; Marilyn Thomsen; Grant Bowerman; Gary & Tom & the good folks at Wick’s Truck Trailers; Jeff & Jason at Powers Automotive; Dan Cerveny at Omaha Musician’s Assn., Local 70-558; Beth McBride; Steve Kocer; Paul Godtland; Marti & George Wilson; Terry Tonkinson; Fr. David Hemann; Darren Hopson; Linda & Franz; My Angel Donny; Amy Van Horne; Dr. Michelle Aizenberg, Dr. James Gigantelli and all the staff at UNMC;
and most importantly, the people who are kind enough to purchase our products and attend our shows.

We honor all the women and men who have sacrificed so much for our country.
We are also proud supporters of: The Toy Drive for Pine Ridge Indian Reservation-www.toydriveforpineridge.com,
The Pacific Whale Foundation-www.pacificwhale.org and The Nature Conservancy-www.nature.org

all songs copyright Blue Thorn Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved (except Hide Away - Trio Music, Inc/Fort Knox Music, Inc)

Lyrics

Take a Walk With Me - Michael Beebe, Christy Rossiter, J. E. Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

I like your look, I like your style
I like the way you make me smile
I love your heart, I love your soul
I love you more as we grow old

I'm gonna sing in the sunshine
I'm gonna dance in the rain
I'm gonna do what I think I can't
So come on, come on, come on, take a walk with me

I like your gait, I like your stride
I like the way you take my side
I love your heart, I love your soul
I love you more as we grow old

I'm gonna sing in the sunshine
I'm gonna dance in the rain
I'm gonna do what I think I can't
So come on, come on, come on, take a walk with me

I like your face, I like your eyes
I like the way you tell no lies
I love your heart, I love your soul
I love you more as we grow old

I'm gonna sing in the sunshine
I'm gonna dance in the rain
I'm gonna do what I think I can't
So come on, come on, come on, take a walk with me

Smart Phone Junkies - Michael Beebe, Christy Rossiter, J. E. Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

You see us holding this dreadful machine
Thumb twitching zombies, not a brain to be seen
Wherever we go we're not really there
The resident evil is a hand held affair

Smart phone junkies - we're everywhere
Smart phone junkies - we don’t seem to care
Smart phone junkies- on a techno high
Smart phone junkies - we're hooked 'til the day we die

Can’t watch a movie or talk to a friend
We pay no attention to the shows we attend
We don’t have a fact or thought in our minds
There's no need to know 'cause the phone never lies

Smart phone junkies - we're everywhere
Smart phone junkies - we don’t seem to care
Smart phone junkies- on a techno high
Smart phone junkies - we're hooked 'til the day we die

I know this one thing we're thinning the herd
We walk into traffic like some stupid bird
We fall down the stairs, and don't watch our backs
When signal goes down we have panic attacks

Smart phone junkies - we're everywhere
Smart phone junkies - we don’t seem to care
Smart phone junkies- on a techno high
Smart phone junkies - we're hooked 'til the day we die



Saddle Up & Ride - Michael Beebe, Christy Rossiter, J. E. Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

You were born, fifth of may, down on the farm, with barely a nickel to your name
Sick and tired, wet and cold, trapped like a rat, you yearned for a little bit of fame
Your Sundays spent in church, singing hymns was not what you planned
By sixteen, you'd had it, you made your first move, and sang with a rock and roll band

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

Earned yourself, ninety days, locked in the jail, for screwing up and breaking the law
Got yourself, thirty more, down in the hole, for holding back on things that you saw
You always talked the talk, and said you'd never do it again
But each time, you got out, you rode the same horse, and ended up back there again

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

Bought yourself, years of pain, and misery, by staying with the wrong kind of boy
Didn't learn, never would, that was your way, of looking for the right kind of toy
You never did a thing, to improve your sense of self worth
So don't say, you don't know, the games that you played, to insure your place on this earth

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

Rode a train, headed west, ten years ago, with nothing but the clothes on your back
Got a job, met a man, smarter than you, with better ways to stay on your track
You finally saw the light, and found a life to which you laid claim
With lost years, to makeup, together you grew, and then rode right off with your fame

Pick yourself up
Dust yourself off
Do yourself proud
Saddle up & ride

The Shake (instrumental) - Michael Beebe, Scott Liebers, Chet Crinklaw, J. E. Van Horne

Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums

The Louisiana Way - Loren C. Winkler

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums

I like the jazz; down on Bourbon Street
I like the blues; with a Swamp Pop beat
Momma gonna make the gumbo; jambalaya so nice
Cajun craw, ginger root; on top of red beans and rice

As I look out on my kingdom
And contemplate my day
Maybe I will; or maybe I won’t
It’s the Louisiana way

I like Cajun, with a two step fiddle
I like Creole, right down the middle
Momma gonna make the gumbo; jambalaya so nice
Cajun craw, ginger root; on top of red beans and rice

As I look out on my kingdom
And contemplate my day
Maybe I will; or maybe I won’t
It’s the Louisiana way

I like zydeco, with a clean washboard
I like gospel, Oh! Praise the Lord
Momma gonna make the gumbo; jambalaya so nice
Cajun craw, ginger root; on top of red beans and rice

As I look out on my kingdom
And contemplate my day
Maybe I will; or maybe I won’t
It’s the Louisiana way

Shades of Gray - Michael Beebe, Christy Rossiter, J. E. Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums


I cried all morning, I didn't sleep last night
My heart is breaking; I need to make it right
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

You see right through me, right to my darkest fear
Your heart is giving; I feel it when you're near
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

I pray forgive me, you'll see how much I care
My heart was selfish; I need to learn to share
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

You have to hear me, I never told you lies
Your heart still loves me; I see it in your eyes
I knew I loved you baby, the day that I lost you

Where Did You Go - Michael Beebe, Christy Rossiter, J. E. Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

Oh now Junior, where did you go
I don't know, I don't know
Oh where now, Oh where now, did you go

I woke this morning and you weren't in your bed
This fills my heart with all kinds of dread

Oh now Junior, where did you go
I don't know, I don't know
Oh where now, Oh where now, did you go

You're teacher called and you're not at your school
You're playing hooky and acting the fool

Oh now Junior, where did you go
I don't know, I don't know
Oh where now, Oh where now, did you go

I saw your girlfriend at the grocery store
She hasn't seen you in three days or more

Oh now Junior, where did you go
I don't know, I don't know
Oh where now, Oh where now, did you go

I told the sheriff you're out racing your car
He's lookin' for you and you won't get too far

Oh now Junior, where did you go
I don't know, I don't know
Oh where now, Oh where now, did you go

Hide Away (instrumental) - Freddie King, Sonny Thompson
Trio Music, Inc / Fort Knox Music, Inc

Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums

Mississippi Mud - Loren C. Winkler

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

They row that boat one stroke at a time
Oars hit the water and clear the slime
Revealing my face by the light of the moon
Never too late, always too soon

I am a mission to your destiny
There’s no way out I guarantee
You broke my course; it’s time to pay
I’m the Mississippi Mud your Judgment Day

Oil and sludge, deep in the river
You try to wake with a lifeless quiver
Ain’t no voodoo healing gonna set you free
‘Cause the current done held and crucified
Laid you down where the sinners lie
Deep in the muck under water that covers me
Yeah, I’m the Mississippi Mud

I know the truth, behind each lie
I am the end, the last goodbye
I’ve heard the whisper of a man’s last breath
I’m the sole undertaker of his death

I am the end of your destiny
There’s no way out I guarantee
You broke the rules, now it’s time to pay
I’m the Mississippi Mud your Judgment Day

Oil and sludge, deep in the river
You try to wake with a lifeless quiver
Ain’t no voodoo healing gonna set you free
‘Cause the current done held and crucified
Laid you down where the sinners lie
Deep in the muck under water that covers me
Yeah, I’m the Mississippi Mud

Many lost souls, within me lie
Laid to rest and I testify
Between these banks I forever claim
Their very heart, soul and name

I am the end of your destiny
There’s no way out I guarantee
You brokeher heart; it’s time to pay
I’m the Mississippi Mud your Judgment Day

Oil and sludge, deep in the river
You try to scream with a lifeless quiver
Ain’t no voodoo healing gonna set you free
‘Cause the current done held and crucified
Laid you down here where the sinners lie
Deep in the muck under water that covers me
Yeah, I’m the Mississippi Mud

Throw the Dog a Bone - Michael Beebe, Christy Rossiter, J. E. Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums, backing vocals

Your at my heels, like a little yippy dog
You look so lost, you're out walking in a fog
I say I'm done, there is nothing left to say
Then when I turn, you're standing in my way

Oh sugar, why can't you understand
Oh honey, talk to the hand
Quit barking baby, please leave me alone
Oh! Throw the dog a bone

You call me up, I can't get you off the phone
I've got no time, to be yours and yours alone
I leave the house, for a night out with the girls
When I look up, you're standing with the squirrels

Oh sugar, why can't you understand
Oh honey, talk to the hand
Quit barking baby, please leave me alone
Oh! Throw the dog a bone

You're a bother, even when you're sitting still
You don't say much, and I bet you never will
You drag me down, you're my special ball and chain
Out the door Jack, you're driving me insane

Oh sugar, why can't you understand
Oh honey, talk to the hand
Quit barking baby, please leave me alone
Oh! Throw the dog a bone

The Westboro Blues - Michael Beebe, Christy Rossiter, J. E. Van Horne

Christy Rossiter - lead vocal
Scott Liebers- guitar
Chet Crinklaw - bass
J. E. Van Horne - drums


Get off your box, we need the soap
You've got your faith, but hate the Pope
You keep on shouting til you're blue
You repeat your crap just like it's new
Funerals held hostage by a few
So you will never be, no you will never be, that damn right

Fold up your tent, we need the room
Please don't you preach, your words of doom
People will love the ones they do
Get back to your bus and take your crew
So mothers won't hear the tripe you spew
So you will never be, no you will never be, that damn right

Get off the cross, we need the wood
You think you're right, that's understood
You don't love those that die for you
They defend your right to have your view
I bet you'd protest the dead Christ, too
So you will never be, no you will never be, that damn right