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Ronny Cox at the Sebastiani Theatre

by Ronny Cox

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New York City in the pouring rain Long way from Santa Fe You can measure the miles but you can't change The reasons you came by this way So many faces in your memory All those places...just had to be You can't go back That's the price of the fare That gets you from here to there A desert town on a summer night A thousand years ago A restless boy, hell-bent for something Hell...what it is, he don't even know Headlights on the highway Carried my dreams I knew that someday...they'd carry me It's a cry in the night... It's a whispered prayer That gets you from here to there Sittin' here thinking by the railroad tracks Ain't complaining...just statin' facts If you wake up in the mornin and you can still care Oh, that gets you from here to there So many faces in your memory You walked away...(it) just had to be Sometimes it's the road That ain't going nowhere That gets you from here to there Takes you from here Oh, that gets you from here to there Oh, that gets you from here to there
The Dutchman 05:13
You need two cups of cornbread, finely ground Make sure it's white when they mill it And then some oil, about an inch deep Real hot, but not smokin' in the skillet Four spoons of flour, a teaspoon of salt Then you pour from that whistlin' pot Two cups of boiling water Be careful, don't you spill it Now comes the tricky part, you gotta add the water To all that dry stuff you got And the only way to do it is to put our hands in it Do it quickly, 'cause it's hot Drop 'em in the skillet when they're round Turn 'em over once they're brown Feeds four hungry people, and that's a lot Chorus Hot water cornbreat, my grandma's cornbread I see her in the kitchen, oh, I miss her so I hear my grandma saying "Bless my soul" It takes me back to childhood Sunday mornings Grandma singing in some mystery key I hear my daddy saying "Rise and shine, you lazy cowboy" Someone's in there cooking up a special treat for us to eat And I know just what he's talking about so I jump out of bed It's gotta be my grandma's sweet cornbread Chorus Now I ain't had any hot water cornbread since I I grew up and moved away 'Cause the doctors nowadays say if you eat that fried stuff There's gonna be hell to pay Well, I guess they're right but here's what I think If you spend your life trying to be in the pink You don't really live any longer, it just seems that way Chorus My grandma used to say "Bless my soul"
She stood on the corner, lost in time Trying to get back, to somewhere in her mind "Mister, can you help me find the place I'm looking for? I am waiting for the bus to Baltimore." Pale blue dress, neatly pressed, nothing out of place Snow white hair, coal black eyes, a sweet angelic face "I' really got to get back home, I've got so many chores So I'm waiting for the bus to Baltimore." "That's where my two precious babies sleep Where Dad and Harvey decorate the tree Ruth still has a fever, Cathy scrape her little knee They need me." Then a younger woman came, took her by the hand "Have you been telling stories, Mom, to this nice young man? The house we had in Maryland burned down in '64 Still she's waiting for the bus to Baltimore." 'Cause that's where her two precious babies lie asleep Where her daddy decorates the Christmas tree Ruth has move to Philly, now all that's left is me And she needs me Sometimes late at night on the edge of sleep I think about that sad, sweet woman on the street And I wonder if she found the peace she was longing for Oh, I hope she found the bus to Baltimore
Sanctuary 04:48
Radio Story 00:30
Radio 05:16
On the levee by the lazy Mississippi When that sun goes down Cresent City starts to cookin' We'll add a pinch of me and you To that old French Quarter stew 'Cuz it don't matter who do voodoo In New Orleans, only in New Orleans If you want music it's there on every corner Dancin' in the streets They got them taps nailed to their sneakers You can Dixie-Land or blues it, all you gotta do is choose it You got a problem you can lose it In New Orleans, only in New Orleans Bayou ladies, they're tall and tan and sassy My head turns clear around Every time one sashays past me If you can't find love down there you can't find it anywhere 'Cause there's magic in the air down in New Orleans, only in New Orleans Oh my plane left yesterday But I'm still here to say Laissez le....Bon Temp Roulez In New Orleans, only in New Orleans Laissez le....Bon Temp Roulez Only in New Orleans
Quintanaroo 04:42
The shadow of a ceiling fan sweeps across the floor He stares at the shutters, stays out of view So many reasons, he's forgotten them now But he followed them all to Quintanaroo He'd kill for a cigarette, the Cuervo is gone Nowhere to go, nothing to do So he waits for the chance, slip out with the dawn But dawn takes forever in Quintanaroo Chorus Once it was easy, you could always talk your way out It didn't matter if what you said was true Truth and lies are all the same, hell, everything you knew Don't mean nothing in Quintanaroo From Lupo's cantina music seeps through the door And it plays like a movie there in his head The burning white flash, the look of surprise The cobblestone street, a river of red Chorus He knows that they'll find him, it's just a matter of time No one can save you in Quintanaroo Truth and lies are all the same, hell, everything you knew Don't mean nothing in Quintanaroo No one can save you, in Quintanaroo


released January 1, 2006


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