Song Lyrics

Someone’s Gonna Get Hurt

How’d you do? How’d you make it through?
Out of the desert and into the cold
Now where to go? I sure would like to know
Time keeps on rolling and I’m feeling so old

Every day people pray that bad won’t turn to worse
Don’t be afraid, the plans are already made
Someone’s gonna get hurt

Think you can win? Hah! You got fooled again!
You can’t get anywhere while they’re in control
They lay their schemes just off the radar screen
They’ll take your job, your home, then come for your soul

Every day people pray that bad won’t turn to worse
Don’t be afraid, the plans are already made
Someone’s gonna get hurt
Someone’s gonna get hurt

(Solo)

Every day people pray that bad won’t turn to worse
Don’t be afraid, the plans are already made
Someone’s gonna get hurt
Don’t be afraid, the plans are already made
Someone’s gonna get hurt

© 2010 George Mann
2/8/10, NYC

Streams of Gold

I was walking through a valley, bloody boots upon my feet
Feeling beaten, feeling tired, I was falling to my knees
When I came upon a clearing, signs someone’d been there before
As I walked into the open, up ahead of me I saw
Someone coming down the mountain, waving to me through the rain
“We looked back and saw you coming,” he said, “let me explain….

“There’ll be fields of plenty, there’ll be streams of gold
There’ll be smiling, healthy children I am told, I am told
Though I realize you must walk alone
I will walk this trail beside you ’til you’re home”

Forty years ago we started as we came home from the war
And like you we hadn’t figured out what we were fighting for
Call it duty, call it honor, love of country or revenge
We have seen enough of killing, we just want some peace again

There’ll be fields of plenty, there’ll be streams of gold
There’ll be smiling, healthy children I am told, I am told
Though I realize you must walk alone
I will walk this trail beside you ’til you’re home

I’m still walking through that valley getting closer to my home
I’m so glad you’re with me brother, now I know I’m not alone
I see other men and women, all the wounded from this war
We will carry one another ‘til we all get through that door

There’ll be fields of plenty, there’ll be streams of gold
There’ll be smiling, happy children you can hold, you can hold
Though I realize we must walk alone
We will walk this trail together
We will walk this trail together
We will walk this trail together ‘til we’re home

© 2008 George Mann
12/30/08, NYC

Old Buddy Goodnight
(By Utah Phillips)

I was there when they opened the boxcar, we found him stone dead on the floor
Though thumbing and bumming was all of our trade no one had seen him before
He wore the face of a stranger lost and unseen in the crowd
He looked so small when we carried him down wrapped in a newspaper shroud

The wind blows cold in Wyoming, the stars shine clear and bright
If you don’t wake up tomorrow at all I guess it’s old buddy goodnight

His hair was the color of winter, streaked with iron and coal
And all you could see in his soft prairie eyes was the wind and the rain and the snow
The backs of his hands were like roadmaps, the lines on his face were the same
And on his arm a faded tattoo, bordered a rose and a name

The wind blows cold in Wyoming, the stars shine clear and bright
If you don’t wake up tomorrow at all I guess it’s old buddy goodnight

Now I don’t know where he came from his train was a UP freight
If there’s someone waiting for him down the line, he’ll be a little bit late
Give a line for him in your paper, here’s what I want you to say
There’s some things worse than dying alone, and one of them’s living that way

The wind blows cold in Wyoming, the stars shine clear and bright
If you don’t wake up tomorrow at all I guess it’s old buddy goodnight

Long Gone

This boy’s a-leavin’ and I ain’t coming back
Gonna flip me a Dicer and roll on down the track
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

There’s no work in this town or so I’ve heard it said
But I don’t need no bosses to keep my belly feed
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

I’m gonna pick my old flattop across this great big land
From Chicago, Illinois to the streets of old Spokane
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

When I flopped out in Portland, three sisters took me in
Those Catholic workers know that being poor ain’t no sin
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

I headed up to Utah to see what I could do
Got me a couple of wives and this big old rose tattoo
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

Then I bumped into Ammon and he turned my world around
Within the soul of a soldier, a pacifist was found
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

Now I don’t need nothing but the moon and the stars
Gonna live out my life on top of this old box car
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

And when some day the good lord calls my marker due
Won’t you spread my ashes out among the people I once knew
Long gone, so long, I’m gone

Cause this boy’s a-leavin’ and I ain’t coming back
Gonna flip me a Dicer and roll on down the track
Long gone, so long, I’m gone
Long gone, so long, I’m gone
Words by Duncan Phillips, music by George Mann

Utah Sounds Fine
Maybe Portland’s my goal
Or the green rolling hills of West Virginia
They say Houston’s got soul
Or Santa Fe in the long nights of winter

Maybe all of the dreams I’m chasing
Lie around the next corner
But there’s so many turns and there’s so many roads

And I know I can’t stay here forever
While the world’s spinning out all my time
But all that I know and all that you’ve shown me
Utah sounds fine
Utah’s sounding fine

Where do you go
When you’ve run out of choices and money?
Get a job you old ’bo
Oh, I would if someone would just hire me

Maybe all of the dreams I’m chasing
Lie around the next corner
But there’s so many turns and there’s so many roads

And I know I can’t stay here forever
While the world’s spinning out all my time
But all that I know and all that you’ve shown me
Utah sounds fine
Utah’s sounding fine for running away
Utah sounds fine

(Solo)

Maybe all of the dreams we’re chasing
Lie around the next corner
But there’s so many turns and there’s so many roads

And I know I can’t stay here forever
While the world’s spinning out all my time
But all that I know and all that you’ve shown me
Utah sounds fine
Utah’s sounding fine for running away
Utah sounding fine – I’m gonna catch that train
Utah sounds fine

© 2008 George Mann
6/28/08, Wilburland, NY

I Wish That I Could Stop Your Tears From Falling

I wish that I could stop your tears from falling
Though I know that they’re well spent
I wish there was a way that I could show you
That laughter will return to you again

There’s a road that’s stretching out before you
And a trail of memories behind
As you go, look over your shoulder
But remember to look forward to good times

You had known when you signed up for this journey
That it likely would be ending up this way
But now you’re done with most of your hard traveling
Won’t you rest awhile and put your tears away?

There’s a road that’s stretching out before you
And a trail of memories behind
As you go, look over your shoulder
But remember to look forward to good times
Just remember to look forward to good times

(Solo)

There’s a road that’s stretching out before you
And a trail of memories behind
It’s okay to look over your shoulder
But remember to look forward to good times
It’s okay to look over your shoulder
But remember to look forward to good times

© 2009 George Mann
1/23/09, upstate New York

I Still Want to Be Your Friend

I’ll never be a shining knight, I don’t always come through
And you can count the many times I wasn’t there for you
Yeah, I’m up and down, I dance around
With you I’m in and out
But I still want to be your friend and that’s what it’s all about

I’ve rained on all your big parades, exhausted all your faith
Where once I stood tall next to you now I’ve fallen from your grace
Yeah I’ve cut some ties, and told some lies
Sent shots across your bow
But I still want to be your friend and that’s what it’s all about

It’s amazing that we’re still here
After all these years of differences and petty fights—
But I’d still choose you first for my side

I’ve never been the kind to keep opinions to myself
But you expect team loyalty above anything else
And your words belie no compromise with other points of view
But I still want to be your friend if that’s all right with you

Yeah it’s crazy that we’re still here
After all these years of differences and petty fights—
But I’d still choose you first for my side

So I’ll never be a shining light and this I’ve always known
And even if I’m with you, you will always walk alone
But If I tell the truth will you cut me loose?
Can you stand the truth right now?
I still want to be your friend and that’s what it’s all about

© 2004 George Mann
(12/18-12/21/04, NYC)

You’ll Know Me By the White Stone

Down by the old churchyard there’s a dear friend buried in the church graveyard
And still her family comes to weep where she lies in eternal sleep
I keep it bottled up inside, I know I hide, I know I hide
When I see them walking through the parking lot
I duck my head, though I wanna tell them

You’ll know me by the white stone I’ll leave each time that I come home
You’ll know me by the white stone

Five years back I sold the farm, now it’s not often I’m out this far
So much has changed, so much is gone, it seems so long, so long ago that I
Loved her and she loved me, but I chose this town and she chose the city
One night somebody drank a little too much and now she lies here forever

You’ll know me by the white stone I’ll leave each time that I come home
You’ll know me by the white stone

Times are tough and times are hard but nothing changes in the old graveyard
I’ll see your stone ain’t overgrown so they’ll know you are not alone
I keep it bottled up inside, I know I hide, I know I hide
When I see them walking through the parking lot
I duck my head, though I wanna tell them

You’ll know me by the white stone I’ll leave each time that I come home
You’ll know me by the white stone

You’ll know me by the white stone I’ll leave each time that I come home
You’ll know me by the white stone— take some comfort she’s not alone

© 2004 George Mann
Mt Sinai, NY

From Dust We Come to Dust We Go, Baby

From dust we come to dust we go, baby
From dust we come to dust we go, not maybe
From dust we come to dust we go, baby
So stick around sweetheart until we go

Life is all too short and tragic baby
Life is much too short and that ain’t maybe
Life is all too short and tragic baby
Stick around sweetheart until we go

Love is insecure and fragile baby
Love is insecure and that ain’t maybe
Love insecure and fragile baby
Stick around sweetheart until we go

Let’s try to go together baby
Let’s live it up until we go
Let’s live life to the fullest baby
Stick around sweetheart until we go

From dust we come to dust we go, baby
From dust we come to dust we go, not maybe
From dust we come to dust we go, baby
So stick around sweetheart until we go
So stick around sweetheart until we go

© 2007 Julius Margolin and George Mann

Welcome Home

The drugs are kicking in and your breathing is slow
The doctors all say any day you could go
Your hands are too weak to even pick up the phone
And you know that can’t be called living

There’s a faraway look I’ve never seen in your eyes
There’s the knowledge the future holds no surprise
There’s a chorus of angels when an old soldier dies
That gathers around him to sing

Welcome home, welcome home
What a life you have led
What a story you’ve told
Welcome home

Now the word’s going out that you caught your last train
All the years of hard traveling end in this sad refrain
And only those who’ve known struggle could ever explain
And they rise and salute for to greet you

There’s a faraway look I’ve never seen in your eyes
There’s the knowledge the future holds no surprise
There’s a chorus of angels when an old soldier dies
That gathers around him to sing

Welcome home, welcome home
What a life you have led
What a story you’ve told
Welcome home, welcome home
And with you on my mind I am never alone

Welcome home, welcome home
What a life you have led
What a story you’ve told
Welcome home….

© 2009 George Mann
Wilburland, NY (8/9)


That Old Truck in the Woods

Well the dirt road leads to a rusty Ranger down by Jeff’s garage
Full of leaves and memories of travels near and far
And I’d give anything to kick that clutch again
But it ain’t going anywhere, it’s sinking in the sand

I keep on going back to that old truck in the woods
Jeff keeps saying I should let it go, and I know I should
But there were good times, memories, and when I sit inside
I rest in peace…

Yeah I’d look to the right and see her with me rolling down the road
Or I’d look to the left when wasted as she deftly drove us home
So many years ago and still she’s in my soul
With all my cats and rented homes and all the real good friends I’ve known

So I keep on going back to that old truck in the woods
Jeff keeps saying I should let it go, and I know I should
But there were good times, memories, and when I sit inside
I rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace

Take a look behind you there’s a rainbow on the road
Full of all the faces of the angels and the ghosts
That you can’t help but love, no you can’t help but love

Yeah the dirt road leads to memories behind these rusty doors
And ghosts keep peeking in my windows and crawling through the floor
But I’d give anything to hear that motor sing
I’d roll that Ranger round the bend and live it all over again

So I keep on going back to that old truck in the woods
Jeff keeps saying I should let it go, and I know I should
But there were good times, memories, and when I sit inside
I rest in peace, rest in peace, rest in peace
Yeah there were good times, memories, and when I sit inside
I rest in peace

© 2003 George Mann (12/03)

I Don’t Want to Be a Soldier

I don’t want to be a soldier
I do n’t want to kill and maim
Another mother’s son or daughter
Imperial war is a dirty game

I don’t want to be a soldier
Steal some other people’s wealth
Invade their homes, and their nation
This is how I’ve always felt

I call upon the world’s millions
No more war in our name
Stop this madness, stop the killing
Stop the suffering and the pain

I don’t want to be a soldier
Murder children in foreign lands
Bomb and terrorize all those families
So for peace I’ll take my stand

I call upon the world’s millions
No more war in our name
Stop this madness, stop the killing
Stop the suffering and the pain

So I don’t want to be a soldier
I don’t want to kill and maim
Another mother’s son or daughter
George Bush’s war is a dirty game
George Bush’s war is a dirty game

© 2003 Julius Margolin and George Mann