andy olmsted find your way home was mixed, mastered, produced, engineered and recorded in collaboration with David Marshall.  All songs copyright, all rights reserved, all songs BMI.

 

Song                             audio    lyrics   tab

 1. 1926                                   

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 2. Rain                                     mp3        lyrics       tab
 3. Brother                                mp3        lyrics       tab
4. Mr. Brown                              lyrics       tab

 5. The Hustle                          

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 6. Bottle Rocket                      

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 7. Two For The Road             

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 8. One Last Chance               

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 9. Coming Off The Mountain  

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10. Moving Along                     

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1926

1926, what’s a boy to do

Hear the siren sound of the train  

The engine pulls on twin bands of steel

In the next town no knows your name

What’s a boy to do?

 

Hop a train from Pleasantville bound for Mount Kisco

Flattened pennies lay on top of the track

When he got there, he crossed over to the other side

Find another one to bring him back

What’s a boy to do?

 

When winter set in, the roads weren’t clear

Buses still worked the icy sheets

Hitch your sled to the back of the bus

“Go like 60” they’d shout in the street

What’s a boy to do?

 

In 1926 no one knew they’d stumble,

Just before the Fall

New rules, new rhythms, silent picture shows

When your 15 years old, you don’t always stand tall

What’s a boy to do?

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David Marshall: organ

Nicholas Mustelin: piano

Andy Olmsted: acoustic guitar, bass, harmonica, vocals

Al Pratt: drums

Todd Jones: banjo

 

Rain

Dusty roads and burned out fields, and no one had a lot

In the summer of ’83 the sun burned hot

Dirty dishes, forgotten chores, facts that slipped her mind

He couldn’t tell quite so well and he never had the time             

 

Rain came down

And then the rain came down, down, down

 

Scared and lonely when the fog rolled in, she prayed that it would clear

Hospitals and one-way rides, she never reappeared

He drove that night through the blinding rain, they had to let him go

Lost inside, lightning flashed, he never felt the blow

 

Rain came down

And then the rain came down, down, down, down, down

      

Everyone ‘ll get what’s coming too them, some will get too much

Me I’m waiting for my turn

 

Everyone in the little town knew, they didn’t know what to say

They tried to smile in church that day, everybody’s lost their share

Riding home the Common was dark, the path it was well worn

All the houses were buttoned up, waiting on another storm

 

Rain came down

And then the rain came down, down, down, down, down

 

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Ellen Carlson: fiddle

John Chao: piano

Rob Kneeland: mandolin

Andy Olmsted: acoustic guitar, bass, shakers, tambourines, vocals

Al Pratt: drums

Elizabeth Stephen: vocals

 

 

Brother

Brother can you tell me which road I’m on,

It’s getting late and my lights aren’t on.

Mother can you tell me what song I sing?

I never played along to your piano. 

 

I’ve been driving all night long.

I’ve been trying to get along.

Won’t you hear me when I say to you?

 

Father can you hear me, I know your days are short

I know you’ve heard it all before

But the hills are still and the night is cold,

Trees keep time to my radio

This road stretches out in front of me

 

I’ve been driving all night long

I’ve been trying to get along

Won’t you hear me when I say to you?

 

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John Chao: piano

David Marshall: acoustic & lead guitars, vocals

Nicholas Mustelin: organ

Pat McNeil: drums

Andy Olmsted: bass, rhythm electric, shakers, vocals

 

Mr. Brown

Mr. Brown works in town 

And some folks say he’s getting old

But all the ladies say ‘he’s okay,

You should have seen him in his day’

 

When it all falls down at the end of the day 

A man’s got to find his way home       

When it all comes down it’s a brand new day

A man’s got to find his way home

 

His old brown boots

look like they’ve seen a little work

He shuffles along like his days are done

On a summer’s night,

sippin’ whiskey and ice,

he might tell a tale or two

Like when the money was tight,

before we got a New Deal

That’s when a man had to carry a load...

 

When it all falls down at the end of the day 

 A man’s got to find his way home       

When it all comes down it’s a brand new day

 A man’s got to find his way home

 

He doesn’t get too high,

doesn’t get too low,

‘cause we’ve still got a ways to go  

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Ellen Carlson:  fiddle

Todd Jones: banjo, acoustic guitar

Rob Kneeland:  congas, mandolin, vocals

Dave Marshall: lead & rhythm electric guitars, organ, vocals

Nicholas Mustelin: piano

Pat McNeil: drums

Andy Olmsted: acoustic & electric guitars, bass, shakers, tambourine, vocals

Michael Tero: vocals

 

The Hustle

Girl when I look at you, I drop down on my knees

Can’t you see the magic, can’t you take a chance now can’t you see

 

Every time I look at you another part of me begins to die

I’ll love you, protect you, take care of you, baby I lie

 

Girl you took a part of me, you ripped it out and threw it to the road

And after you were done with me you backed up, and squashed me like a toad

 

Can’t you see I’m helpless, washed up, I haven’t got a clue

So won’t you come on home to me now baby, I wouldn’t if I was you

 

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Al Pratt: electric guitars

Dave Marshall: lead & rhythm electric guitars, vocals

Pat McNeil: drums

Andy Olmsted: acoustic &  electric guitar, bass, shakers, tambourine, vocals

Elizabeth Stephen: vocals

 

Bottle Rocket

Lit up like a Christmas tree in the middle of the night

Stumblin’ across the parking lot like a moth into the light

I should just go home;

I can’t leave it alone,

Bottled up like a rocket and I’m ready to go

 

Some of my friends’ girlfriends don’t let them out at night

They think we get too loose;

they might be right

So I’ve kicked a few chairs

We make some noise, so I guess it’s fair

Bottled up like rockets and we’re ready to go

 

Raise a glass and tell me lies about yesterday

Make it quick I’ve got another one about tomorrow

We’ll stand round the garden at night

Talking ‘bout music and another life

Nothing like livin’ in this northern New England town

 

Dave Marshall he’s my friend, Pat comes around with Quinn,

and Ole Man Jones and Al Pratt too,

they like to jam every now and again

We might get a little out of hand;

we’ve all played in those rock -n- roll bands

We’re bottled up like rockets and we’re ready to go

 

Raise a glass and tell me lies about yesterday

Make it quick I’ve got another one about tomorrow

We’ll stand round the garden at night

Talking ‘bout music and another life

Nothing like living in this northern New England town 

 

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David Marshall: vocals

Pat McNeil:  drums

Andy Olmsted: bass, acoustic & electric guitars, shakers, tambourine, vocals

Al Pratt:  electric guitars

Elizabeth Stephen: vocals

 

Two For the Road

The leaves on the ground are dirty and brown

I’ve been lying in them most of the night

I’m lying in the mud, she’s been lying to my face

and some guy is laying in my place

 

The waitress had said won’t you go home to bed

And she packed me off with two for the road

So I took her her away and I rolled her in the fields of hay

And I’m waiting here to say my peace

 

I’ve got a cold steel .45

I’m waiting for the sun to rise

I’m half cocked, and my gun is fully loaded      

And I might shoot his pickup full of holes

 

All my friends said she’s gone to my head

She’s phony as a two dollar bill

And I know she wants my money, that’s why she calls me honey

But sometimes I think I love her still.

 

When sun rose up, I heard a mighty crash

I saw him running from the porch

I was leaning against the door of his dirty blue ford

And I don’t think he’ll come around no more

 

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Todd Jones: banjo

Ellen Carlson: fiddle

Rob Kneeland: mandolin, vocals

David Marshall: acoustic guitar, vocals

Pat McNeil:  drums

Andy Olmsted: bass, vocals

Al Pratt: vocals

 

One Last Chance

My name might not be of too much consequence

But I’ve been riding these roads, as long as you’ve been alive

When I saw you standing there,

Underneath that highway sign

When my headlights splashed your face,

I know your voice must of caught in your throat

When this lonely old man stopped to pick you up, and take you away he’ll bring back home

 

If you take the hard road, it takes time

If you know why you’re running son, it must be a crime

You might find yourself all alone,

Standing by an empty road

And as the sunlight fades to black,

You’ll pray that my lights come back

May a lonely old man stop to pick you up, and take you away, and lead you back home

 

One last chance for you to make it home tonight

One last chance for you to make it right

If your running days are done, get on home before the sun

One last chance for you to make it right

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dave Marshall: dobro, electric lead guitar, mandolin

Pat McNeil: drums

Andy Olmsted: bass, acoustic & electric guitars, shakers, tambourine, vocals

Elizabeth Stephen: vocals

 

Coming Off The Mountain

Down in the valley there used to be a man like me

Kind of quiet he lived at the end of the road

They only saw him when he came to town       

Picking up supplies, he might have a couple of rounds

No one seemed to mind when he turned around and headed back

 

Down in the valley they don’t make you feel at home

They like to tell a man from the boots he wore

They never looked me in the eye

Conversations stopped as they watched me walk by

And something seemed funny so I swore I wasn’t goin’ back       

What did he know

How could he know

 

I saw them cut a man ‘cause they didn’t like they way he talked

Yeah they’re good old boys but I never thought it’d come to that

I don’t care what comes around     

I’m gonna make it right in that dirty river town

I’m coming off the mountain just as soon as the sun goes down    

 

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Andy Olmsted: bass, acoustic, harmonica, vocals

Al Pratt:  drums

 

 

Moving Along

Cars go by, they don’t make a sound

Candlelight flickers, and one burns down

I spent too much time on a 4 minute song

Maybe its true I sang it too long

Headlights flash by, moving along

 

Still don’t know where you came from

Stone faced and cold, I turn towards the sun

I spent too much time in this dreary cold town

Where the fog rolls in as the lights go down

And the headlights flash by, moving along

 

Maybe your right

What’s the point when you shut out the light

Maybe I’m wrong

It wasn’t good it didn’t last that long

 

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David Marshall: acoustic and electric rhythm & lead guitars, vocals

Andy Olmsted: acoustic guitar, bass, handclaps, shakers, tambourine, vocals

Pat McNeil: drums

Al Pratt: congas, handclaps