BROTHER WILLIE LOVE & THE VOICES OF NASHVILLE
On the south side of town, in an overgrown yard
Sits a Silver Eagle in the name of the Lord
Today it holds nothing but time to kill
But once it carried Willie and the Voices of Nashville
Back in ’57 when things were still good
And brothers and sisters lived like they should
Back when revivals had no seats to fill
Spoke Brother Willie Love and the Voices of Nashville
They come around every night for all to see
If you think ghosts aren’t real, this is the place to be
Late in the evening when the air is still
You’ll hear Brother Willie Love and the Voices of Nashville
Sister Emiline was in a terrible way
She lost her mind when her man went away
She gave all her money to the church’s till
And asked for a song from the Voices of Nashville
They come around every night for all to see
If you think ghosts aren’t real, this is the place to be
Late in the evening when the air is still
You’ll hear Brother Willie Love and the Voices of Nashville
Willie’s been gone for thirty some years
When he left this world, he took many tears
We could wait forever but there never will
Be another Willie Love and the Voices of Nashville
I am a Christian, but I ain’t so good
I don’t do like a good Christian should
But if there are some bigger shoes to fill
It’s those of Willie and the Voices of Nashville
They come around every night for all to see
If you think ghosts aren’t real, this is the place to be
Late in the evening when the air is still
You’ll hear Brother Willie Love and the Voices of Nashville
Sister Emiline and the Voices of Nashville
Brother Willie Love and the Voices of Nashville
©1988 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
IT’S STILL HOME TO ME
Well they came across the sea, grandfather’s family
Seeking life like the one they had known
And they settled down here tired of living in fear
Wanting only a place of their own
Working in the coal mines, bottling home brew
Anything they could do to make ends meet
From the sea to the shore of that isle they’ll never see no more
It’s Still Home to Me
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Well my father did raise his children the way
He saw best based on all he knew
And he hoped we’d grow to be the stronger kind just as he
And his father, before him, did do
He said, “Get an education, use it in the right way,
Mean what you do say, and say what you mean.
From the sea to the shore of that isle you’ve never seen before
It’s Still Home to Me.”
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Well the older I get, the less I forget
Of those things my father told to me
Though Grandfather’s gone, those few words still linger on
Of the home I was never to see
Oh, but there’s a place in my mind, fields of the greenest kind,
The only strength that I can find, he gives to me
From the sea to the shore of that isle I’ve never seen before
It’s Still Home to Me
From the sea to the shore of that isle I’ve never seen before
It’s Still Home to Me
Ireland’s Still Home to Me
©1990 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
BACK IN MY CAROLINA’S ARMS
There’s a full moon tonight in Bryson City
And a girl is looking for her star tonight
I am miles and miles away, still she’s with me
And somehow that makes everything all right
A lonely voice still calls in the moonlight
And I’m homesick once again for her charms
I may come and I may go, but someday, again, I know I will be
Back in my Carolina’s arms
She believes in the dream I am dreaming
Though for our love it has sometimes been a curse
But to strangers it’s not like it’s seeming
For Carolina had the dream I’m dreaming first
A lonely voice still calls in the moonlight
And I’m homesick once again for her charms
I may come and I may go, but someday, again, I know I will be
Back in my Carolina’s arms
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In the silence of the midnight she is sleeping
Yet in her dreamtime prayer she calls my name
There are teardrops in my heart as it’s weeping
Falling softly like the Nantahala rain
A lonely voice still calls in the moonlight
And I’m homesick once again for her charms
I may come and I may go, but someday, again, I know I will be
Back in my Carolina’s arms
I may come and I may go, but someday, again, I know I will be
Back in my Carolina’s arms
Back in my Carolina’s arms
©2005 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
LONESOME STANDARD TIME
Pitching pennies in a shotglass, missing eight for every nine
He’s resurrecting every memory that’s laying heavy on his mind
Wears himself out every evening chasing bourbon down with wine
He’s living on Lonesome Standard Time
He keeps a picture in his wallet when she was only eighteen
Every man who never saw it said that she was just a dream
He didn’t know just what he wanted so he left her behind
Now he’s living on Lonesome Standard Time
He springs forward every morning, but falls back every night
And when the liquor runs down and the blues come around,
he winds up real tight
He falls asleep with a memory in the back of his mind
He’s living on Lonesome Standard Time
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He’ll buy as much as you can order if you lend him an ear
We’ve all heard the same old story, but it gets sadder every year
Sure he’s got lots of money, but it’s the love he’ll never find
That keeps him living on Lonesome Standard Time
He springs forward every morning, but falls back every night
And when the liquor runs down and the blues come around,
he winds real tight
He falls asleep with a memory in the back of his mind
He’s living on Lonesome Standard Time
©1992 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
ALABAMA RAIN
Downpour at sunset, my soul is dripping wet
Weighed down by choices I have made
Sweet dreams of Birmingham, Lord how I loved her and
I’ll never see her face again, in the Alabama Rain
I can almost feel her now, tender kisses on my brow
Whispered words that haunt me still
Beneath the southern stars, back then the world was ours
Now all I own is what I feel…
With every passing mile I say a prayer and call her name in the Alabama Rain
Holy thunder, shake from me this cross I carry
I can’t bear this pain
Hold me underneath the water, sweet and heavy
Wash me clean again…Alabama Rain
Back roads and heavy loads-memories are such strong reminders
Of a past that I can’t change
One too many miles from home, one too many nights alone
One too many things I can’t explain
With every passing mile I say a prayer and call her name in the Alabama Rain
Holy thunder, shake from me this cross I carry
I can’t bear this pain
Hold me underneath the water, sweet and heavy
Wash me clean again…Alabama Rain
Holy thunder, shake from me this cross I carry
I can’t bear this pain
Hold me underneath the water, sweet and heavy
Wash me clean again…Alabama Rain
© 1994 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
ONE TREE STANDING
Hold on children, it’s your destination
The fire that leads your souls is a righteous light
Flaming angels standing east of Eden
Guarding one tree in the night…
One road splitting off in two directions
One voice whispering which way is right
One soul searching for its true perfection
Beneath One Tree Standing in the night
One hand reaching for the fruit forbidden
One eye seeing with an infinite sight
One fool creeping in the garden, hidden
Behind One Tree Standing in the night
Hold on children, it’s your destination
The fire that leads your souls is a righteous light
Flaming angels standing east of Eden
Guarding one tree in the night
One solitary Man’s sedition
One side bleeding in the holy fight
One nail driven to the point of completion
Into One Tree Standing in the night
CHORUS
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One great story since the dawn of ages
One pen dripping from the holy well
One fate written on so many pages
One Truth ringing like a bell….
CHORUS
One Tree Standing in the night…
© 1994 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
FIFTY-SEVEN DOLLARS & A DREAM
On the edge of this town there’s a greyhound waiting
With New Orleans as a final destination
I can get a ticket at the Fill-Em-Up station
For Fifty-seven Dollars and a Dream
See I know Wilma, she’s working there
She’s the natural blonde with the auburn hair
And anywhere you’re goin’, son, she’ll get you there
For Fifty-seven Dollars and a Dream
Gets a little crazy down around Shreveport
Better learn real fast how to be a good sport
Gets a little smelly ridin’ in the back
With four day laundry in a paper sack
But if you toss it up on the luggage rack
You can kick off your shoes and lean on back,
Look out the window and never look back
For Fifty-seven Dollars and a Dream
Well I’ve been thinking ‘bout taking a ride
And finding a place where I can hide
‘Cause this little small town life of mine
Ain’t as easy as it seems
For all the years I’ve got in this town
It’d take one good chance to turn me around
And I’d be gone and glory-bound
For Fifty-seven Dollars and a Dream
CHORUS
©1989 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
I BET THAT’S LOVE
See those two living in a love so true
Sweeter than a honeydew waiting on the vine
In their eyes you can tell it’s no disguise
It really is a paradise-and I wish it were mine
Those words he said to her-so sweetly were spoken
I felt them in my own heart-all hollowed out and broken
Though I wouldn’t know, I thought he really did mean it
I bet that’s love, though I’ve never seen it
In my past is a love that faded fast
Wonder why it didn’t last and what did I do wrong
By the time I began to call it mine
I turned around to only find I was alone
Those words he said to her-so sweetly were spoken
I felt them in my own heart-all hollowed out and broken
Though I wouldn’t know, I thought he really did mean it
I bet that’s love, though I’ve never seen it
© 1991 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
JAMES HEMENWAY
My grandpa was a coal miner, an Irishman by blood
His name was James Hemenway, but everybody called him Stud
He had had a hard life, his mama died when he was three
And his brother, at eleven, had to raise that legacy
Jim married sweet Irene when she was seventeen years old
And before her eighteenth birthday, daddy was born, or so I’m told
In the family bible, you can tell the date’s been changed
Grandpa didn’t give a hoot, he did it for Irene’s sake
That was the man James Hemenway
He saw life in a different way
He took the long road and took his own time
Caught life on a twenty-test line
The only one that never got away
That was the man James Hemenway
Back in 1936 when times were really hard
He began to concoct homebrew in a tub out in the yard
Late at night beneath his bed those bottles began to brew
About three A.M. that yeast kicked in, and you’d think the whole house blew
There would be a thunder that could have woke the dead
Scared poor Irene half to death, but Grandpa, he just slept
In the morning light, across the floor, the foam would run
Jim would say Irene, “Mama, I believe this batch is done.”
That was the man James Hemenway
He saw life in a different way
He took the long road and took his own time
Caught life on a twenty-test line
The only one that never got away
That was the man James Hemenway
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There are many incidents I favor to recall
It’s strange how they’re so clear to me seeing how I was so small
But more than anything, I recall the man
And the way in which he lived his life which has made me what I am
CHORUS
©1991 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
JESUS IS CALLING YOU HOME
When you’re lonely and can go to no one
And the things that you’ve done
Are heavy on your soul
You can hear your own heart a crying
Inside-no use denying
Jesus Is Calling You Home
When you’re lost, he will find you
Walk on, he’s behind you
Go home, arms are open now
There’s no reason for the sorrow
Don’t wait until tomorrow
Jesus Is Calling You Home
Things that you think cannot be forgiven
Well, you should forget them
It’s already done
He forgives us when we fall
It happens to us all
Jesus Is Calling You Home
CHORUS
There are many in your shoes
So don’t think this is news to Him
He has seen it all
Make a new start from where you are
And follow the Morning Star
Jesus Is Calling You Home
CHORUS
©1989 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
CORN FRITTERS
Hot summer night been workin’ that cotton
Things slow down at the end of the day
May be tired but we ain’t forgotten
Time to eat before we play
Corn fritters sittin’ on the table
Corn fritters eat ‘em while you can
Honey butter and an appetite that’s able
Sweet corn fritters make a boy be a man
Mornin’s fine with chocolate gravy
Catheads steamin’ ‘bout as big as your hand
Big hunk ‘o butter slidin’ off a biscuit
Won’t last long better get ‘em while you can
Like corn fritters sittin on the table
Corn fritters eat ‘em while you can
Honey butter and an appetite that’s able
Sweet corn fritters make a boy be a man
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Sunday comes and we get to head on
Down to the creek for a dip and brew
Out of the water up to the basket
Reach inside –what’s waitin’ for you
Corn fritters saved from the table
Corn fritters eat ‘em while you can
Honey butter and an appetite that’s able
Sweet corn fritters make a boy be a man…
Sweet corn fritters make a boy be a man
©2005 Broken Moon Music
Susan Duffy
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all songs used by permission from the songwriter, susan duffy
Back in my Carolina’s arms
