||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| _March 16, 20, 1992_ (1992). Songs by Farrar/Tweedy unless noted) ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| ::Grindstone:: If you find yourself standing At the end of your line Looking for a piece of something Maybe a piece of mind Fed up, lost, and run down Nowhere to hold on Tired of "take your place at the end son, We'll get to you one by one." No light ever shines Dead end tears that dry Maybe a waste of words and time Never a waste of life Every hour will be spent Filling a quota, just getting along Handcuffs hurt worse When you've done nothing wrong No thanks to the treadmill No thanks to the grindstone There's plenty of dissent from These rungs below The clockwork of destruction Hanging low over our heads Always a smokestack cloud Or a slow-walking death No light ever shines Dead-end tears that dry Maybe a waste of words and time Never a waste of life No thanks to the treadmill No thanks to the grindstone There's plenty of dissent from These rungs below The clockwork of destruction Hanging low over our heads Always a smokestack cloud Or a slow-walking death No light ever shines Dead-end tears that dry Maybe a waste of words and time Never a waste of life Maybe a waste of words and time Never a waste of life ::Coalminers:: (traditional) Come, all you coalminers Wherever you may be And listen to the story That I relate to thee My name is nothing extra But the truth to you I tell I am a coalminer And I'm sure I wish you well I was born in old Kentucky In a coal camp, born and bred I know about old beans Bulldog gravy and cornbread I know how the miners work and slave In the coalmines every day For a dollar in the company store For that is all they pay Mining is the most dangerous work In our land today Plenty of dirty, slaving work For very little pay Coalminers, won't you wake up And open your eyes and see What this dirty capitalist system Has done to you and me Dear miners, they will slave you Until you can't work no more And what will you get for your labor But a dollar in the company store A tumbledown shack to live in Snow and rain pouring through the top And you have to pay the company rent And your payments will never stop They take our very lifeblood They take our children's lives Take fathers away from children Take husbands away from wives Coalminers, won't you organize Wherever you may be And make this a land of freedom For workers, like you and me I am a coalminer And I'm sure I wish you well Let's sink this capitalist system To the darkest pits of hell ::Wait Up:: Are you surprised it's me? Hope I didn't wake anybody Honey, please wait up for me I miss you more than I need sleep Guess I'll let you go Even though I don't want to Honey, please wait up for me I need you, and I can't keep up this speed ::Criminals:: We've got two kinds here Those that bleed the blood And those that work to will it Can't believe the big screen There's no justice in the hall We're all criminals waiting to be called We've got shackles to keep the laws Made by men who bought and sold themselves With not a prayer to keep their powers at bay They want us kinder and gentler at their feet They say don't step off the sidewalk And don't cross over the line But we'll serve time at night When the light begins to dim When the smoke seems to clear You can say what you want We're all criminals here How many times will the teeth bite the tongue Looking for salvage in the damage that's done? I searched for you every place I thought I knew Still we're criminals looking for something to do ::Shaky Ground:: In memory of a miner Who dragged himself to work And worked himself to death Working for someone else We follow each other around on shaky ground His life had become to him Worthless in many ways An expired product off the shelf Working for someone else We follow each other around on shaky ground The nature of his work Gave him a minstrel color Twenty hours a day Little time he had for others We follow each other around on shaky ground Never got to see the world He got a funeral and this miner's song There is no right or wrong Now it's down to the wire Facing six feet under Can only wonder and stare His name was a number ::Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down:: (traditional) Satan, your kingdom must come down Satan, your kingdom must come down I heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down Gonna pray until they tear your kingdom down Gonna pray until they tear your kingdom down I heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down Gonna shout until they tear your kingdom down Gonna shout until they tear your kingdom down I heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down ::Black Eye:: He had a black eye He was proud of Like some of his friends It made him feel somewhere outside Of everything and everywhere he'd been Like his brothers He emptied himself And played it safe Like their father He wanted to remember But he almost always Forgot what he was gonna say Black eye Black eye When he realized That this one was here to stay He took down All the mirrors in the hallway And thought only of his younger face Black eye Black eye ::Moonshiner:: (traditional) I've been a moonshiner For seventeen long years And I spent all my money On whiskey and beer And I go to some hollow And set up my still If whiskey don't kill me Lord, I don't know what will And I go to some barroom To drink with my friends Where the women they can't follow To see what I spend God bless them pretty women I wish they was mine With breath as sweet as The dew on the vine Let me eat when I'm hungry Let me drink when I'm dry Two dollars when I'm hard up Religion when I die The whole world is a bottle And life is but a dram When the bottle gets empty Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn ::I Wish My Baby Was Born:: (traditional) I wish, I wish my baby was born Sitting on his papa's knee And you, poor girl, were dead and gone Green grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be 'Til the sweet apple grows >From the sour apple tree I still hope the day will come When you and I will walk as one ::Atomic Power:: (I. Louvin, C. Louvin, and B. Bains) Do you fear this man's invention That they call atomic power Are we all in great confusion Do we know the time or hour When a terrible explosion May rain down upon our land Leaving horrible destruction Blotting out the works of man Are you, are you ready For that great atomic power? Will you rise and meet your savior in the air? Will you shout or will you cry When the fire rains from on high? Are you ready for that great atomic power? There is one way to escape And be prepared to meet the lord When the mushroom of destruction falls There is a shielding sword He will surely stand beside you And you'll never taste of death For your soul will fly to safety And eternal peace and rest Are you, are you ready For that great atomic power? Will you rise and meet your savior in the air? Will you shout or will you cry When the fire rains from on high? Are you ready for that great atomic power? ::Lilli Schull:: (traditional) A great crowd has now gathered All around the jail today To see me executed And hear what I do say Now I must hang this morning For the murder of Lilli Schull Whom I so cruelly murdered And her body shamefully burned The fire where I burned her Is again now within my sight Her lovely face recovering And the fire that burned so bright The cries of poor Lilli Again I can almost hear As she begged me not to kill her Her life alone to spare Now I bow down to Jesus In penitential grief And I beg him now to save me Like he did the dying thief God bless my aged parents Who mourn for me alone And my wife and baby Who will be left alone It was then that I heard a whisper In a most gentle tone My grave is one sufficient To save the vilest one ::Warfare:: (traditional) My lord told his disciples After I'm risen and gone You'll meet with troubles and trials Bear your rebukes and scorns My warfare will soon be ended My race is almost run My warfare will soon be ended And I'm coming home You can rebuke me all you want to I'm travelling home to God I'm well acquainted with the crosses And all my ways are hard They say my lord is the devil They call his saints the same I don't expect much more down here Than grief and scorn and shame God bless them holiness people The Presbyterians too Those good old shouting Methodists Those praying Baptists too And when you get to heaven I wanna see you there And when I say amen I want you to say so too My warfare will soon be ended My race is almost run My warfare will soon be ended And I'm coming home I'm coming home ::Fatal Wound:: Don't the lights look empty When the streets are bare Almost as empty As the look you give me When I'm the only one And it's a long one So it brings you down So say you have nowhere else to go And nothing to do So you hang around You hang around But you wait around until You've received that fatal wound Columns of sunlight And glorious cities Oceans of opportunity And all your decisions seem ancient But you wait around until You've received that fatal wound ::Sandusky:: Never mind. ::Wipe The Clock:: Hunted down Someone said "no story, no gain" Wipe the clock right now I despise what you crave I remember you When you wore a different face Never heard a story of anyone Who drove the blacktop insane Leaning on a stoplight Waiting for eventual change What's it matter right now? It's not so easy to gauge Every time That you ask for more It's the sound that makes the colors go blind And everything comes in threes But your face shows two Lost in the watershed Way out of tune Ain't it hard When the spirit doesn't catch you? Gravity's the winner And it weighs you down It weighs you down ................................................................. Transcribed by Jake Roberts, with help from Chuck Taggart, Michael Pemberton, Barry Kelley, and Amy Haugesag