I was born with the apple in my mouth
A chocolate saint in the fat man’s house
With a monkey’s ache and a papal hat
Fed promises that all broke like glass
So 'scuze me if I can’t fathom this
I wasn’t built for all your Love and happiness

I was built for splitting rails
For powder blue girls with feathered tails
For whaling ships and marking cards
And neon colored shooting bars
Like St Peter’s ghost with a ghetto frown
To hang from stop signs upside down
From a factory girl and a sailor's kiss
With hello on their skin and goodbye on their lips
So 'scuze me if I seem afraid of this
I wasn’t born for all this Love and happiness

I was raised a pilgrim’s son
Saying I’m sorry for nothing I done
To raise sons that fall and dogs that bite
And dreams that try and cheat the night
By Union men that all headed south
Waving oily rags that could ignite your house
From a traitor’s hand with a whiskey spark
And kin that fear their God and the dark
So ’scuze me if I seem afraid of this
I wasn’t built for all this Love and happiness
 

Jeff Finlin:  guitars, drums, percussion, vocals
Tony Garnier:  bass
Joel Diamond:  organ
Larry Saltzman:  slide

We walked alone
she took my hand
and while skimming a stone
she said, "I'm going"
she said, "you're it hon'"
in all respects
the perfect love 
in the light of the wreck
everything I ever dreamed of
who would have known
nothing's enough

the horses ran
cigars they smoked
we had it all 
we wanted more
yes, that was it
in all respects
some kind of perfect love 
in the light of the wreck
so many things we only dreamed of
who would have known
nothing's enough

dance with me 
across the empty air
my heart's as big as the moon
come with me where there's not a care
and it won't take long
before we sing our songs
and there's nothing there

too old to try 
too tired to care
and my ship came in
in the silence there
yes, that was it in all respects
the perfect love
in the light of the wreck
so many things
we never dreamed of
who would have known 
nothing's enough

June bug crawling out my window
June bug he don't make a sound
June bug, he don't feel the emptiness round here
Of this Delta down

Cotton fields outside my window
Her memory anywhere I'm bound
Can't break the chain of her goodbye in the breeze
Leaving me 
So Delta down

Wind through her cotton dress, 
Prayers in her Sunday best
Magnolias blooming can't cool me down
Thorns for her Congo skin
Where to begin again
Paying the price for freedom found

Blues from the Ivory Coast
Sugar and years to tote
Fall like rain into the ground
Just when I think I'm there
Smiles turn into despair
Thorns where there used to be a crown

Rusty clay in blue sky morning
Broken chains litter the ground
Home's just a heartache 
And her kiss upon my cheek
Leaving me 
So Delta down

You ain't this trainwreck
or this ugly town
you ain't your daddy the midget
or mama whoring around
you ain't your uncle Eddy
robbing convenience stores
with his leg blowed off 
in someone else's war

you ain't your money
it ain't my truth
or my southern auntie
making love to fruit
he ain't your your savior
or my funny valentine
locked up tight
in the double wide
it's just a picture under skies so blue
a postcard from Topeka
while we were passing through
postcard from Topeka

it ain't my mojo working 
this ain't your land
or my old moo cow
or your nail in his hand
it ain't your will, baby
it ain't your shame
stuck in your heart 
so please just give it away
it's just a picture
tried but true
a postcard from Topeka 
as we were passing through

you ain't good or bad
it ain't right or wrong of you
or these days on the river
or my loving the blues
no it wasn't your teardrops
it wasn't your son
laying in the blue lights
dead and gone
no it ain't your fault 
in the end it's true
all we got's this postcard from Topeka
as we were passing through
were just passing through

Hobo songs and railroad gin
Alcohol evaporates through skin
One gift
Sugar blue

I feel his kiss in your angry eyes
To find hello when you say goodbye
One gift
Sugar blue

Holding darkness up to the light
The other side shows through
The raven's song it breaks the night
And I rise from me through broken hues
Sugar blue

Going nowhere's somewhere's song
Finding right in what went wrong
One gift, sugar blue
One gift, sugar blue

Holding darkness up to the light
The other side shows through
The raven's song it breaks the night
And I rise from me through broken hues
Sugar blue

Ten thousand pilgrims looking back home
Ten thousand pilgrims wondering why they come
They ain’t got much going 'cept what’s in their genes
God’s gift of not knowing and tabloid magazines
They’re all waiting in their trailers tipping the jug
Watching their tv’s – waiting on a flood

Well the rooster he’s crowing he says it’s time
The rooster he’s crowing maybe it’s a sign
I been so patient saving up the days
Walking in the shadows listening to what they say
Got a hog and a razor, writing letters in blood
But nothing ever seems to come
When you’re waiting on a flood

I went to the sheriff, asked him how he rest
I went to the sheriff, he said it’s some kind of test
I got bullets in my mailbox, a target on my head
My chest is oh so heavy carrying 'round this lead
I’m all pinned down here like a frog in the mud
There ain’t nothing but me
Waiting on a flood

Silence it is golden like the rising of bread
Silence it is golden and it scares me to death
But in all that nothing and expectation dead
I feel a new sun rising from my heart to my head
And that ghost in the mirror hit the floor with a thud
Nothing ever come from
Waiting on a flood

Come over here baby, turn your lamp down low
Come over here baby, get your face off the floor
You been laying in the bedroom recounting your dreams
Don’t ya know our love is the spaces in between
You best settle on something to help you rise above
Or you’ll be there all your life
Waiting on a flood
 

Jeff Finlin:  guitar, vocals, drums
Richard McLaurin:  slide
Mark Linebaugh:  bass, guitar

The churches are all full of sinnin’ souls dreamin’
Of fried chicken steamin’
And big potatoes creamin’
In their minds
The ghost of Saturday night we’ll be leavin’
With one fell blow of believin’
A few ‘I’m sorry’ smiles, hot coffee and a sigh.

‘Cause
Sunday’s forgivin’
Saturday night for livin’
Friday night for leaving the world behind
The only way I seem to handle
Monday morning’s scramble
Is to burn another candle
And pray Sunday’s forgivin’ 
In my mind

Now the Spanish moss is swingin’
To that charcoal choir that’s singing’
The whole neighborhood is clinging
To them ancient voices ringing out
We still got time
They just might have a solution
For all my soul pollution
I got four more hours for absolution
The gaslight don’t serve drinks till after five

Chorus

Now the preacher’s eyes they’re beaming
Heart bent on redeemin’
What he calls my scheming
He says he’ll send us down if we don’t pray
But I tell him I do my kneelin’
When I see a sunset reelin’
Like  a giant orange peelin’
And a little bit of hell’s good for a change

Chorus

Summertime
Blowing kisses in the park
Summertime, staying out till after dark
Oh it feels so good
Feels so right
Feels so good, you and me and summertime
Summertime. 

Summertime 
I'm drunk on you again
Summertime
Your heat waves dancing in the wind
Oh it feels so good
How can it be so right
Getting it in and understood
Oh summertime

Summertime
Good loving everywhere
Summertime
Laying low in our underwear
Summertime

Joey say come here I’m your silver desperado
It’s about time girl we make our do
I hear it’s nice out in the hills of Colorado
If Jesse James can do it we can too
All I ever want to do girl is blow this town
So give me a little kiss babe and sink that beer
I gotta little money hey let’s go downtown
Put it on forty-four and blow outa here

Come on Annie get your Gun
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Put our love out on the run
We can’t start till this pain is over

Shalalalala

That place you slave down on Eldorado
I know you got the key to the loot
If ya let me in there I promise I’ll be gentle
I give my word honey I won’t shoot
‘Cause all I ever want to do is blow this town
And ride our love in a greener field
So put my finger right upon your trigger
And show me baby that your love is real

Chorus

I've seen the faces of the linemen
The little black boxes of the shinemen
Your train's delayed again, it seems
Broken down in Alchemy
I've seen in the order in confusion
The empty hand behind illusion
Our years of sad, sad company
As just the place I was meant to be
But you're still a model in a dream
Broken down in Alchemy

Say what you must my dear
A plain man beyond repair
His only goal just to be
If but for one embrace 
Could salt your wounds with grace
I'd give it all to see your face 
Just a-shining next to me

I've seen the best minds lost in movement
Fearful if only just to choose it
Dissecting love to a degree
Broken down in Alchemy

We're just a moment and not to prove it
To face the love, to move on through it.
A simple choice for you and me
Broken down in Alchemy

Well I walked and I crawled and I bled and I lied
put my hopes on a train in the middle of the night
gave myself and my dreams to the midnight moon
and now I'm bringing my love back home to you

I thought I had it coming, I knew it was mine
but with the world on my string I couldn't hold that line
sealed my fate with a letter of intent to prove
and now I'm bringing my love back home to you

holy mama
have mercy on a guilty man
call my heart back
and leave my footprints in the sand

well I pushed and I pulled and I splintered and died
carried that cross in the dead daylight
heard your echo in the fog and I knew I was through
now I'm bringing my love back home to you

well all I got now is this moment in time
and a story in my heart of the perfect crime
all I got to give is giving it's true
so I'm bringing my love back home to you