Soul Collector

by Free Range Folk

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1.
Hitchhiker 04:11
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
2.
Polypore Joe 05:07
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
3.
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
4.
Fawn Run 05:35
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...
5.
Blue Skies 02:52
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
6.
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
7.
Hiding Place 04:25
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
8.
Bubblin' 04:57
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
9.
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)
10.
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
11.
Powerplant 04:25
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

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This album is a cultivation of some aged vintage songs and some young. Some songs traveled as far away as Oregon and Mexico but were transformed into their present state in the Northern Appalachian foothills of Pennsylvania on a small farm around a campfire. Banjos, guitars, mandolins, jaw harps, musical saws, washboards, drums, and dobros found there way into the mix. The recording was made in a friend's subterranean Philadelphia studio under the weight of tractor trailers, bricks and steel. We are very proud of these songs and we hope they bring you goosebumps and good visions.

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Free Range Folks

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released November 1, 2011

Produced by Brett Haas and Free Range Folk.
2011 Fuzztone Records.
Get Behind Music Publishing BMI
Artwork by Michael Erickson

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Free Range Folk Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania

A couple of guitars underneath the stars, and an upright bass, a sax full of chaw, and a musical saw, and an old time pace, an open back banjo, a tater bug mandolin, and amazing grace.

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