As requested by many you folks out there,
Here is the complete lyrics to the Brother Dege album
Folk Songs of the American Longhair.
Folk Songs of the
American Longhair
All lyrics & music written by Dege Legg
Copyright 2010
BMI Publishiing
Hard Row to Hoe
Ten long years
Ten more to go
One rotten jail
Go on, let me go, son.
Save your prayers
Cry no more
It ain’t going to help none.
Could be the way it was.
Could be the way it was.
Could be the way it all was sown.
Could be a hard row to hoe.
You’re hitting land with hardened hoe.
But all you plant don’t want to grow none.
Beyond the pale, driven dust
There ain’t no wonder.
It’s hard to tell which way it goes.
Doing well, then way down the road, son.
You’re taking hell and giving blood
To all that want some.
Could be a hard row to hoe.
Where it ends we never know.
How or when or way down the road, son.
What kind of men will we become?
I’m trying to tell you.
Don’t let them break me, lord.
Don’t let them break me, lord.
Could be the way it all was sown.
Could be a hard row to hoe.
Too Old to Die Young
Round and round
Round we go.
Where it stops?
Nobody knows it.
Side to side.
Back and forth.
God above
And the devil below him.
You got your reasons
And I got my wants.
Still get that feeling
But I’m too old to die young now.
Too old to die young now.
Above or below the ground.
Too old to die young now.
Still the good lord might lay me down.
Dead & Gone
Why you keep me waiting so long?
Waiting round here for way too long.
Half the day done came and gone.
Guess I’m going to have to wait here some more.
Don’t want to wait no more.
Coming up to call my lord.
Don’t want to wait no more.
Pretty soon be dead and gone.
Why you keep me hanging around?
When all you got to give me
Just cannot be found.
Begging for the cripple crown.
Thousand ways to go up, baby.
None to come down.
The Girl Who Wept
Stones
Rolling way down.
Coming right now.
You may be gone.
Cause I been so long
In coming home
To the girl who wept stones.
Old men and young.
So many have come.
You’ve gone with none.
And left them wondering
What can’t be known
‘Bout the girl who wept stones.
She’s born in dry dirt.
Where every woman is cursed or crazy.
I know how it hurts.
All the way to God.
To get us through.
The girl who wept stones.
And I hope she won’t
Ever leave me when the cold wind
Starts to drone.
The girl who wept stones.
Wept stones.
Your love is strong
But my hearts done wrong
To everything that’s come round.
Done weighed you up with dirt
And wore you down.
The girl who wept stones.
To Fill a Hole
I slept through the time of waking
Blind like a new soul born
Torn from the God that made me
Thrown to the hell below.
Raised in a land of cages
Locked upon the dust
Up from the foot of a baby
Down to the heel of a dog
Just racing round
With my brain done blown
Just wasting time
Trying to fill a hole
Here come all the signs a’breaking.
Laid from the hand of God
You know strange is the way he made us.
Lost in the Burning Sun.
I can’t tell what is damned or sacred.
Can’t tell you where to find no love
Strange is the way god made us
Lost in the hells above
You want it.
You need it.
You feel it in your bones.
Touch it.
Go on take it.
Looking for to fill a hole.
Battle of New Orleans
Hold now, the water rising.
Coming as the storm arrives.
Katrina come to sink the city
Bust the levee a hundred wide.
Hold now,
Don’t break the levee down
Some come to save the city
Ruin and rage keep pouring down
Flood born of blood and pity.
The Angel of Death soon hear me now.
Hold now
Don’t break the levee down.
Who now will take
The Battle of New Orleans?
Climb toward the roofs and shelter
Raise your arms to the sky
Women, children, mothers, daughters
Fathers, sons - done left behind.
Hold now
Don’t break the levee down.
War between God and man.
Man and man with world no end.
Oh, man he chose to build a city
Of sinful mind.
God pulled it in.
Hold now.
Don’t break the levee down.
Who now will take?
The Battle of New Orleans.
Old Angel Midnight
Old Angel Midnight
Lead the way to the dawn.
Tell me why
All the things I done went wrong
For now is the hour
Tomorrow the break of our bond
Yet there is no other way
No other way.
No other way.
Old Angel Midnight.
Can you come with the rain
And sing to me some more?
Hold me close
And grope me along the floor.
For now is the hour
Tomorrow the break of our bond.
And there is no other way.
No other way.
Old Angel Midnight.
The World’s Longest
Hotdog
Jacked up in Waco
Baby, you just don’t know
Burnt out in Free Town
Free Town is where I am from.
If you come down to Freak Town
Bring your hotdog buns.
No, I can’t go on dragging along
The world’s longest hotdog.
Long as a slow train
High as the day is tall
Deep as the sea, baby
Cruel as the day I’s born
If you come down to meat me
Bring hotdog buns.
I can’t go on dragging along
The world’s longest hotdog.
House of the Dying
Sun
When the morning breaks
And the grey dawn falls
Will my old man wake up ‘neath
The dying sun?
Watch the temples shake
Mansions to slums.
Hear the killer sing you to sleep
As the ashes fall.
They say it’s written in blood.
It been chipped in stone.
Say the cities are going to sink beneath
Fire and flood.
Well, some wear crowns of thorns.
Others of golden wire.
Some of them want to see you live
Others will help you die.
If your faith ain’t strong.
House of the dying sun.
There is the Astral Jehovah,
Prophet and bastard heir.
Just an orphan in this place
For 33 years.
Come crucify the body to the powerline poles.
On the boulevard tonight
Going to hang like a scarecrow
And sing…
No love, no love among you desperate men.
Is there no love in the house of the dying sun?
I’ve come to seek asylum
Mutate in the gene pool.
But all I’ve found here
Are slaves in the earth’s soil.
Come crucify the body
To the powerline poles.
On the boulevard tonight
Gonna hang like a scarecrow
And sing…
Bomaye.
Is there no love
Amongst you desperate men?
Is there no love
In the House of the Dying Sun?
Black is the Night
Black is the night
Full is the moon
So strange the starlight
Down here below.
Black is the night.
Across the land.
No good or evil.
No soul of man.
Black is the night
Upon our prayers.
Just like the darkness
We’ve come to fear
Black is the night.
Black is the night
We crawl in shade.
Twisted and whored
Yonder the godless miles above
In ash of dreams
With souls of smoke
Upon our bodies
Just flesh and bone
At death we weep
In black we mourn
We’re born in darkness
Same way we’ll go
Black is the night
Black is the night
But so full the moon
So full the moon
In ash of dreams
With souls of smoke
Black is the night
Black is the night
Let it come through
