Won't you come and go with me Down that Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to new orleans Now the band's there to greet us Old friends will meet us Where all them folks goin to the St. Louis cemetary meet Heaven on earth, they call it basin street I'm tellin' ya, basin street is the street Where all them characters from the first street they meet New Orleans, land of dreams You'll never miss them rice and beans Way down south in New Orleans They'll be huggin' and a kissin' That's what I been missin' And all that music lord, if you just listen' New orleans, I got them basin street blues Now ain't you glad you went with me On down that Mississippi We took a boat to the land of dreams Heaven on earth they call it basin street

Won't you come and go with me Down that Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to New Orleans Now the band's there to greet us Old friends will meet us Where all them folks goin to the St. Louis cemetery meet Heaven on earth, they call it basin street I'm tellin' ya, basin street, is the street Where all them characters from the first street they meet New Orleans, land of dreams You'll never miss them rice and beans Way down south in new orleans They'll be huggin', and a kissin' That's what I been missin' And all that music, lord, if you just listen' New Orleans, I got them basin street blues Now ain't you glad you went with me On down that Mississippi We took a boat to the land of dreams Heaven on earth, they call it basin street

Wont you come and go with me Down that mississippi Well take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to new orleans Basin Street, Basin Street That's the place where my friends all meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams And you don't know how nice it seems It's dear to me, yes-sirree And that's the place I'm so longing to be Where I can lose These old Basin Street blues No, Basin Street, my Basin Street Where the young and the old folk meet Down in New Orleans, in that land of dreams You don't know how nice it really seems But it's dear to me, yes-sirree And that's the place I'm so longing to be Where maybe I can lose These old Basin Street blues And oh, well I'm talkin' 'bout Basin Street, Basin Street Where the folk who know what's happenin' meet Down in New Orleans, in the land of dreams And you don't know how nice it seems Or just how it really means Dear to me, yes-sirree It's dear to me, yes-sirree Can't you see why I'm gonna lose These old Basin Street blues Oh, I wanna go where I can lose These old Basin Street blues Oh yeah

I had an uncle named Matthew He was his father's only boy Born just south of Colby, Kansas He was his mother's pride and joy Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky All the stories that he told me Back when I was just a lad All the memories that he gave me All the good times that he had Growin' up a Kansas farm boy Life was mostly havin' fun Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a view beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky Well, I guess there were some hard times And I'm told some years were lean They had a storm in forty-seven A twister came and stripped them clean He lost the farm and lost his family He lost the wheat and lost his home But he found a family Bible Faith as solid as a stone Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield And blue's just a Kansas summer sky So he came to live at our house And he came to work the land He came to ease my daddy's burden And he came to be my friend So I wrote this down for Matthew And it's for him the song is sung Ridin' on his daddy's shoulders Behind a mule beneath the sun Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheat field Blue's just a Kansas summer sky Yes, and joy was just the thing that he was raised on Love was just the way to live and die Gold was just a windy Kansas wheatfield Blue's just a Kansas summer sky

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air, there's a feeling of Christmas Children laughing, people passing Meeting smile after smile And on every street corner, you'll hear Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Silver bells, silver bells It's Christmastime in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas day Soon it will be Christmas day

The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth The wind is the hand of our father the sky The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings The weaper of darkness, the bringer of dawn The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow The wind is the singer who sang the first song The wind is a twister of anger and warning The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running The sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day The wind knows the songs of the cities and canyons The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea The wind is the taker and giver of mornings The wind is the symbol of all that is free So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers Follow her summons when she calls again In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind

Josie works the counter at the downtown five and dime Anything at all to help her pass the time Her mama keeps the baby and grandpa rambles on About the good times playing in his mind It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely It's a long night sleepin' alone It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow It's a long, long way home Josie spends the evening with the people on the pages Of the paperback she picked up at the store Or sometimes it's the TV or she'll try to write a letter, whoa But they don't come too often anymore It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely It's a long night sleepin' alone It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow It's a long, long way home I stare at the gray walls before me And I see her face in the stone I try to imagine our baby I wish they would let me go home I wish they would let me go home I wish they would let me go home It's a hard life livin' when you're lonely (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long night sleepin' alone (I wish they would let me go home) It's a hard time waitin' for tomorrow (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long, long way home (I wish they would let me go home) It's a long, long way home (I wish they would let me go home) Bring me and the other boys home (I wish they would let me go home) Bring me and the other boys home

This song was first released on the some days are diamonds album. it is the only album it has been released on. In the airport lounge she sat in a marlena dietrich hat The grandest lady i had ever seen Outside the heavy rains had grounded all the planes So i asked her if she'd like some company In my rhinestone studded suit, my cowboy hat and boots I must have been a sight for her to see But she said, "pull up a chair," as she fumbled with her hair A more unlikely pair you'll never see I was mogen david wine, she was chablis fifty-nine But there we sat, the cowboy and the lady She was evenings at the opera and summers in paree I was grand ole opry, nashville, tennessee The cowboy and the lady As diff'rent as could be But it seemed so right that rainy night In tennessee Then somewhere in between her harey's bristol creme And the seven beers i ordered for the lady We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather Now there's a bit of class in this old cowboy And there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady The cowboy and the lady As diff'rent as could be But it seemed so right that rainy night In tennessee We somehow came together for a night of stormy weather Now there's a bit of class in this old cowboy And there's a little bit of cowboy in the lady Words and music by bobby boldsboro