Words and music by Greg Ryder

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- Whisky in the kitchen, chicken in the pie. Smok'em while we got'em. Drinkin' rock and rye. The old folks was right boys. Life is flyin' by boys. Here's to you and I boys. Life is flyin' by. Cookies are a crumblin'. Cookies make me fat. My baby loves my cookies. What you think of that. The old folks was right girls. Life is flyin' by girls. Here's to you and I girls. Life is flyin' by. Well, as you have probably guessed Your cookies are the best. We'll put our aprons on When the store bought ones are gone. I sure do love your peaches. How's about some cream. One thing life can teach us Go and live your dream. The old folks was right baby. Life is flyin' by baby. Here's to you and I baby. Life is flyin' by. Here's to you and I baby. Life is flyin' by.

Words and music by Greg Ryder

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- Uncle John was a muskellunge. Up in northern Wisconsin Deep in the forest of Chewamegon The Chippewa flow to Namakgon. He roamed the waters Of the Buffalo. A Muskie that no man would hold I dreamt his spirit called to me. This could not be him calling me. “Swim with me. You’ll want to roam. Come swim with me. You’ll want to roam.” I dove into the dark and it felt like home. I breath the cold waters in. My legs and arms turned into fins. Uncle John said “I’ve been watching you. You tried to catch me with your lures. You and me, we are the same. Solitary we’ll remain.” We swam to the points. We cruised the bays. Circled three islands along the way I said “You’re imprisoned by the lake.” He said “Your thinking is a mistake. My spirit roams the universe. Humanity is a prison. That’s a curse.” Humanity is a prison. That’s a curse. Uncle John led me to the deep. He turned in a circle and gnashed his teeth. I flew for the top and I jumped so high. I flipped out of bed, ass in the air Cracked my head Uncle John lived thirty summers of life. When he died the snappers fought for his hide. Sometimes I’ll open my eyes at dawn And I’ll have dreamed of Uncle John. On the Bayfield-Ashland county line Throwin’ hell-benders in the warm sunshine Uncle John will ease me mind. Buffalo Lake and the summer time Buffalo Lake and the summer time

Music by Greg Ryder; Words by Greg Ryder and Benny Galloway

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- At the yellow birch glen Where you walk with the wind. Where there's never a care And the smell of the air, Take me back once again To the yellow birch glen. I won't be here long. So you'll have to be strong. The boys will be fine, just a matter of time They'll grow up and be gone. I won't be here long. Deep water is still, The days gone until The stars light the sky And the moon's risin' high. Above the road on the hill, Deep water is still. You're a diamond my dear. When will you be here? Please meet me again. I'll wait until then. At the yellow birch glen. At the yellow birch glen. At the yellow birch glen.

Music by Greg Ryder; Word by Greg Ryder and Benny Galloway

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- I've got a low down helpless feelin' Way down deep inside. It's cold and it's hollow. No more tears to cry. I woke up and I was dreamin' You left me in the rain. Was a night ago, or the night before Don't want to dream like that again. I feel I'm losin' you. I feel I'm losin' you. Saw the Sunday Blues this mornin' Just past'em on the street. The Sunday Blues beneath my shoes It was the sidewalk and my feet. The thing that hurts the most That makes me ache inside Was the way you always looked With the love left in your eyes. I feel I'm losin' you. I feel I'm losin' you. Be sure I'll love you always Beyond a bitter end. The Sunday Blues, the worst of news I've learned to live'em now and then. Oh, but honey, we're still here Though it's just a matter of time. In a heartbeat we'll be gone. Hell, we're already down the line. I feel I'm losin' you. I feel I'm losin' you. I feel I'm losin' you. I feel I'm losin' you.

Word and music by Greg Ryder

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- Straight up from the bend At Oglesby’s end A town named Jonesville My story begins. God’s little acre A shack on the hill Lived two poor rug-makers Twinkles and Bill. Humpbacked and ancient Bill’s strength was his patience. Twinkles was fragile Younger and sagile Bill cared for her. He loved he so On God’s little acre. I thought you should you know. Our hand-me-downs Mom saved. Bill would stop by. A rug he would make. Five dollars was his take. Our memories he’s spin That’s what Mamma said back then. For magic was everywhere you see I was just ten. And when Bill dreamed He dreamed of his loom Cause that’s what Bill thought about. That’s what Bill knew. Weavin’ his rugs For food and for money Life was just hard Not milk and not honey. Summers were sticky hot And winter had cold hands. An ice storm hit us hard And covered the land. Twinkles did fall. She was broken in two. Bill went for help. He never made it through. And when Twinkles dreamed She dreamed she could fly Over the Vermillion river And through the stary skies. At a speed she thought was really fast She would go zippin’ by. But mostly she would dream Of ice cream and apple pie. Twinkles has two brothers Named Snowball and Midnight. The brothers found the two under Six inches if ice. Twinkles had crawled to him Cause that’s were Bill was. Out there together They died with their love. In the middle of the Lincoln land Off of 151 Remember two little partners That lived ‘round there once. All the people in the world That have passed on through All the little lives All the people that you knew Straight up from the bend At Oglesby’s end A town named Jonesville My story ends. About two little lives Two souls Well that’s the end of my story. That I thought you should know.

Charlie

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Word and music by Greg Ryder

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- Charlie is a workin’ man goin’ on 45. Charlie’s got no benefit plan Makin’ $9.95. He shows up every day. Shows up right on time It feels like 20 to life. That is for no crime For no crime Charlie’s tumbling’ down That heartbreak hole. What’s down below No one looks or cares to know. No one cares to know. No one cares to know. The doctor found a tumor Way down deep inside Of Charlie’s wife. He figures it’s the stress she’s had of livin’ hand-to-mouth for life. Charlie’s workin’ man wages Cannot meet their need. Charlie gets down upon his knees Charlie’s tumbling’ down That heartbreak hole. What’s down below No one looks or cares to know. No one cares to know. No one cares to know. The Company make sure it give plenty To the United Way. That’s a good tax write-off for them Their company lawyers say. But Charlie’s wages haven’t changed Since the days 35 cents would buy his family A dozen eggs. Some things never change. Charlie’s tumbling’ down That heartbreak hole. What’s down below No one looks or cares to know. No one cares to know. No one cares to know. Politician sit around Expound about crime Being on the rise. Fund raisers on their yaughts I’m sure they must realize. Sometimes an honest workin’ man goes bad Just to meet his family’s needs. When all he wants is a fair living wage Enough to clothe and feed. Clothe and feed Charlie’s tumbling’ down That heartbreak hole. What’s down below No one looks or cares to know. No one cares to know. No one cares to know.

Words and music by Greg Ryder

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- Catherine and Julius raised five little girls. They loved and polished up five priceless little pearls. Their cup had love enough. Sparkling particles of dust. Catherine and Julius Raising up five pretty girls is a tough and rutted road. A father knows the minds of men. He bears a heavy load. Catherine helped him guide them with a stern but gentle hand. Julius hoped later that the girls would understand. Walk with me down to the river's edge. Please steady my canoe. Push me out. The current will catch me. I'll be home for supper Catherine. You can count on me. Catherine dreamed of Paris, France. She could paint and draw. Her daydreams held her in a trance 'till a babe would start to bawl. She taught those girls to work and sew, Tend the garden and watch it grow. Important things in life they'd need to know. Julius let's fly away. Let's leave for Paris, France. We can live on love. I'll paint and sing and dance. You can fish and hunt. You can paddle your canoe. I'd better start on supper. The girls are coming home from school. Julius possessed a heart the size of Illinois. Worked at one job all his life. Hired on as just a boy. They took his benefits the last year of his employ. Julius endured that pain. His family was his joy. Walk with me down to the river's edge. Please steady my canoe. Push me out. The current will catch me. Set me free. Set me free. Life was full for the family. Always on the run. Running by the river, catching butterflies was fun. Their imaginations kept them living free. All about the little girls All for the family Walk with me down to the river's edge. Please steady my canoe. Push me out. The current will catch me. Set me free. Set me free.

Word and music by Greg Ryder

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- There ain’t nuthin’ easy in this old lonesome world. ‘Cept lovin’ you and dancing’ slow. There just ain’t nuthin’ that I would rather do Then dance with you Romance with you My little bird. My little bird My little bird You are my pretty little bird. Sometimes it’s hard as hell To get myself up. From a warm sleepy bed With you in my arms. Have some jerk standin’ there Right over my head. But I’ll do it for you The whole day through. My little bird Oh, my little bird My little bird You are my pretty little bird. If we reach an age Where we’ve both grown old My arms will be there for you. Your hand I’ll hold. We’ll keep on walkin’ up This street some call Life. I’ll still be your husband. And you’ll be my wife, But you’ll always be My little bird. Oh, my little bird My little bird You are my pretty little bird.

Words and music by Greg Ryder

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- Winter set in. Summer's just a memory now. Late night regrets are harder to forget, as the snow falls deep, and I dream of spring. It's a shame to wish for the time to fly when there's so little left as the snow falls deep, and I dream of spring. In my dreams I see the green of spring, and I grow and flourish with the seeds of fall that endured the deep winter snow. If souls are reborn I'd like the wings to fly where the only law is the will to survive the deep winter snow, the deep winter snow. It's too unkind. It's a cold and lonesome way when the distant drum sounds, and as you search you may stray into the drifts along the way. It's too unkind. It's a cold and lonesome way as the distant drum sounds, most times it won't be found, and souls are lost along the way. If you walk this path you may see the drifting ghosts and bones that were lost in the deep winter snow, the deep winter snow. Winter set in. Summer's just a memory now. Late night regrets are harder to forget, as the snow falls deep, and I dream of spring. If souls are reborn I'd like the wings to fly where the only law is the will to survive the deep winter snow, the deep winter snow.

Tradtional, author unknown, sung by Greg Ryder

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- As I walked out in the streets of Laredo As I walked out in Laredo one day I spied a young cowboy wrapped up In white linen Wrapped in white linen And cold as the clay. I see by your outfit That you are a cowboy. These words he did say As I boldly stepped by. Come sit down beside me And hear my sad story. I’m shot in the breast And I know I must die. It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing. It was once in the saddle I used to go gay. First to the dram house And then to the card house Got shot in the breast And I’m dyin’ today. Oh beat the drum slowly And play the fife lowly And play the Dead March As you carry me along. Take me to the valley There lay the sod o’r me For I’m a young cowboy I know I’ve done wrong. Go and gather around you A group of young cowboys And tell them the story Of this my sad fate. Tell one and the other Before they go further To stop their wild rovin’ Before it’s too late. Go and fetch me a cup A cup of cool water To cool my parched lips The poor cowboy said. Before I returned His spirit had lifted. Had gone to his maker. The cowboy was dead. We beat the drum slowly And played the fife lowly And bitterly wept As we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade So brave young and handsome. We all loved our comrade Although he’d done wrong.

Word and music by Greg Ryder

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- Men of science young and vibrant write their papers and report that human life can be much longer, could be fuller, it's much too short. Charlie waits for a driver. All day long sittin' by the door. Marguerite plays "Jesus loves me," a song she learned when she was four. They take some pills to help them sleep. The next day is a repeat. Their dreams and memories are gone. Their bodies linger on. I've heard some people say "they hate to pay to help the needy and the poor." And the folks that have the assets will loose their homes and all that they've worked so hard for. Charlie's son lives out in Denver. A thousand miles away from home. Marguerite has outlived her daughter. She can't remember. She's all alone. We can build more facilities. It will help to keep the market strong. And the youth that erect these places will have a place where they can linger on. There are people who believe that life can be too long. When one's lost all worth living for it's lonesome time for those who aren't so strong. Men of science young and vibrant write their papers and report.

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