Soul Collector

by Free Range Folk

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released 01 November 2011
Produced by Brett Haas and Free Range Folk.
2011 Fuzztone Records.
Get Behind Music Publishing BMI

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A couple of guitars underneath the stars and an upright bass...a harp for the jaw and a musical saw and an old time ... more pace...an open back banjo and a taterbug mandolin and Amazing Grace...

The members of Free Range Folk were brought together by their shared interests in farming, family life, a “back to basics” lifestyle, and by their general love of the outdoors and music. less

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Track Name: Hitchhiker
I’m a ramblin’ hitchhiker dropped by here for a day

And I know I look real good here and I wish that I could stay

But here comes a ride

Here comes a ride

I’ve been through the heart of Texas and I’ve brought Big Easy down

Hitched my way past Tennessee, float right by New York town

Cause here comes a ride

Here comes Sunshine

This song goes out to the many who’s road got crossed with mine

I may just know your face but once, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine

Cause here comes a ride

And I’ll know your face again on the other side

Well my path from here is drawn out clear, from the streets back to the road

And if I die tomorrow you never will have knowed

Cause here comes a ride

Here comes a ride

Here comes a ride

Here comes Sunshine
Track Name: Polypore Joe
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal
Polypore Joe Smiled and said hello
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal

Hey there Joe
What you doing out in the snow
Come on inside
Have a cup of warm tea
Before you catch yourself a cold
Thank you there Buddy
Thank you there pal
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal

Well business is slow
Everybody is staying home
Fridge is broke and
Credit card machine
And I’m tired of kneading dough
Oops there goes the phone
Sorry but I got to go now
See you later there Joe
See you later there pal

Polypore Joe
Turned his gaze up to the snow
Closed his eyes
With a smile on his face
Caught a snow flake on his nose
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal

Polypore Joe
Stepped out in the summer snow
Cottonwood flowers
Dandelion seeds
Rams heads on the oaks
How you doing there buddies
How ya doing there pals
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal

Hiya there Joe
Tell me what do you know
Well God is great
Life’s a gift and
And heaven only knows
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal
How ya doing there buddy
How ya doing there pal
Thank you there Buddy
Thank you there pal
See ya later there buddy
See ya later there pal
Track Name: Soul Collector
Every story told puts a worry to sleep
Every soul you collect is the peace you can keep
And the place from where you start
Will be always in your heart
And you don’t have to leave
To go back there

It was fight or flight when you were just 16 years old
With drugs and girls and prison down the road
and though the trouble finally left you between here and Mexico
it still seems you’re always running away from home

Well you and I both spent our youth close to here
but you grew up a drifter with a journeyman’s career
I travelled some myself ‘til I had family to keep
Your home is so much more than where you sleep

Every place I see holds a memory for me
Of people known and people long gone
I guess I’m still thinking about yesterday
And I’ll place you in the category of a friend that got away
Too far removed for me to question
Guess I never learned my lesson
Track Name: Fawn Run
Fawn run, clear down the mountain like a cold swift moving stream
Under the trees
Flowing with ease
Down to the river and off to the sea once again

Fawn run, clear past the highway
Without any injury, fawn run

Fawn rise, up to the sky as a feathery cloud
Blown through the heavens
Off to the mountains
Reign down on the ground once again

Fawn Run, fawn run, fawn run...

Babbling brook flowing right by my toes
I wonder can I take a drink?

Babbling brook flowing right by my toes
I wonder can I take a drink?

Fawn Run, fawn run, run, fawn run, fawn run, run...
Track Name: Blue Skies
That river down blow oh how it used to flow
Till it got the blues and disappeared
A river that runs low ain’t got nowhere to go
Oh blue skies keep away those tears

Rain rain rain wash those tears away
Blue skies keep away those tears
Rain rain rain wash those tears away
Blue skies keep away those tears

Now those gray skies are gone and that river’s moving on
And that warm sun has dried up my tears
So friend when your down turn your chin to the clouds
Let that blue sky keep away those tears

Rain rain rain wash those tears away
Blue skies keep away those tears
Rain rain rain wash those tears away
Blue skies keep away those tears

Tell me why oh why must the grey sky cry
When it’s the blues that brings me to tears
I can remember the time that blue sky shined
Oh blue skies keep away those tears

Rain rain rain wash those tears away
Blue skies keep away those tears
Rain rain rain wash those tears away
Blue skies keep away those tears
Track Name: Mexican Transient Song
If I could be a transient down in Mexico
Then I wouldn’t be so damn worried about my soul
Spend a life a’livin’ and feeling free
And I’d never have to answer to nobody

Well I spent some time on the good side
Been drunk in the shade all day
Where the Sun was bright and the people was true
Where I wish that I would have stayed

If I could be a hobo on those big, long railroad tracks
Then I wouldn’t have no money to be spent
No address to receive no bills so none to pay
You can take all that I have if you want my pants

You know I never quite got this life I’m livin’
Now I think I know the reason why
You see every little thing that I ever touch just dies
My car, my guitar, and my dealer just today
My preacher fell to pieces when I knelt down and I prayed him to
Return me back to peaceful times where my job was to play
Where the sun was bright and the people was true
Where I wish that I would have stayed
Track Name: Hiding Place
Lookin for a hiding place
In this here rodent race
Away from all the cars and the houses behind bars
Live at a walkin pace

Lookin for a hiding place
In this here rodent race
With no need for the cops, just your house and your crops
And some open space

But my brother is a bass turd
Yeah he’s an asshole

Lookin for a hiding place
In this here rodent race
With a couple of guitars underneath the stars and an upright bass
With a harp for the jaw and a musical saw at an old time pace
With a open back banjo and a taterbug mandolin and amazing grace

Lookin for a hiding place
Lookin for a hiding place
Lookin for a hiding place
Track Name: Bubblin'
It’s the first week of May, fields full of lion’s manes
Pickin’ them buttons all day
They’ll be bubblin’ fine for 6 months of time
‘Til we get a taste of that dandelion wine

When the cold comes we’ll be drinking ‘round the fire
Dreaming of a summer with no end
Warming our souls through our labor
And when Spring comes ‘round we’ll do it all again

You pick what you can ‘til the blue blood stains your hand
‘Til it feels like you’re robbing the land
But the fruits of the soil come through love and from toil
And the learning of the common man

A time comes around before the first frost touches down
When you pick up the apples from the ground
You fill up the press and the deer get the rest
Then you sleep to that bubblin’ sound

When Spring comes ‘round we’ll do it all again
Track Name: The Legend of Elmer Getz
CAPO IV
Intro: (G, D, G)
(G)There's an old copper coil half buried in the ground
(G)from the (Em)time old (C)Elmer of the (G)mountain was around.
(G)About a mile from the trees where the (Em)apples feed the (G)bees
(G)that's where Elmer's (D)moonshine (G)still used to be.
(G)A big old black bear still sniffs around the (Em)gho(C)stly (G)shack
(G)looking (C)for some (G)squeezings from Elmer's old (D)Apple (G)Jack.

chorus
(G)Across the (C)Lehigh (G)River up (Em)back on the (C)Springhill (G)Road
(G)That's (C)where the (G)story of (Em)old (C)Elmer is (G)told
(G)Around a (C)campfire (G)burning in a (F)rim of (G)steel
(G)My uncle says that this old (Em)rim is from (G)Elmer's old (D)wagon (G)wheel


(G)Elmer mined the flagstone with dynamite and a homemade crane
(G)he'd (Em)load it on his (C)Willies truck and the (G)chassis still remains
(G)down at Elmer's dump rusty (Em)fenders among the (G)bottles
(G)he used to haul that (D)stone through the river with a steady (G)throttle
(G)You can find Elmer's stone through(Em)out White (C)Haven (G)town
(G)from up on (C)Springhill (G)Mountain where the blasting (D)used to (G)sound

bridge
(G)High (C)on the (G)mountain or (Em)down on the (C)river be(G)low
(G)Where (C)is old (G)Elmer, well there (Em)aint no(C)body who (G)knows
(G)Loading (C)up some (G)flagstone and (F)stepping on the (G)throttle
(G)Or down in his old moonshine (Em)shack (G)filling filling (F)filling up some (G)bottles to (D)take over (G)town

(G)Now with firelight in our eyes and spirits in our hands
(G)looking (Em)over the (C)family farm telling (G)stories about the land
(G)Grandma misses Elmer but she says he (Em)acted a little (G)crazy
(G)but when she hits the (D)hardstuff her memory gets a little (G)hazy
(G)My uncle was just a boy but his (Em)memo(C)ries are (G)fond
(G)hiding (C)neath the (G)Willies dodging shrapnel down by (D)Elmer's (G)pond

chorus
(G)Across the (C)Lehigh (G)River up (Em)back on the (C)Springhill (G)Road
(G)That's where the story (C)of old (G)Elmer old (Em)Elmer of the (C)mountain is (G)told
(G)Around a (C)campfire (G)burning in a (F)rim of (G)steel
(G)My uncle says that this old (Em)rim is from (G)Elmer's old (D)wagon (G)wheel
(G)My uncle says that this old (Em)rim is from (G)Elmer's old (D)wagon (C)wheel
end (G, C, G)
Track Name: Shake 'N' Bake
Well you can’t Can no tomatoes without tending your vines
That’s a Lesson learned from living off the land
And you won’t Make good pickles unless you cook up some brine
That’s One thing you got to understand
Well your Mind’s got to get up early
And your Body’s got to bend, not break
And if you want to go out with a smile on your face
You got to make time to shake and bake

About a year ago I was planting my corn
Rows straight as Hollywood blocks
But 12 weeks later I went back up in that field
And it was nothing but corn and stalks
Well I cursed all those deer, coons, and opossums
For partaking in what should’ve been mine
Then I went back to the barn with a guitar and a jug
Of some homemade watermelon wine

Some years the snow melts at the end of February
Other times it’s the first of May
Whenever that frost finally leaves your ground
You gots to get up and plow today
Cause it’s sure better to be a spring chicken
Than to wind up as a silly goose
And when the seed’s all in at the end of the day
It’s time to get tight and get loose

You know it’s dry and hot as Hades in the summer
And the kids want to go for a swim
But there are thunderheads on the horizon
And you got to get the crops all in
After you pick all those beans, corn, and taters
And cover up all the grain
Well it’s time to break out that banjo boy
And we’ll go dancing in the rain
Track Name: Powerplant
No birds fly by anymore since that no good plant sprung up
And I can't see the stars anymore from my garden outside my back door
And if there's one weed that I'd kill be that no good power plant at the bottom of the hill

What if cancer is the evolution of all this pollution?
Is our administration protecting our nation?
I don't know but I'm wondering where their engineers got their education?

No birds fly by anymore since that no good plant sprung up
And I can't see the stars anymore from my garden outside my back door
And if there's one weed that I'd kill be that no good power plant at the bottom of the hill