Lizzy Crowe's Soundtrack

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Songs of a Witchling
1970 ~ 1980

Lizzy and the Rainman ~

He came riding in on the sunrise on a hot west Texas day,
A fancy man in a painted wagon, with some fancy things to say.
"Looks like you folks need some water,
Well, water is my game.
And for the small price of 100 dollars, I betcha I can make it rain."

Step back non-believers, or the rain will never come
Someone keep that fire burning,
Somebody beat the drum.
Some may think i'm crazy
For makin' all these claims,
But I swear, before this day is over,
You folks are gonna see some rain.

They all just stood there a-staring, trying to believe,
But there was one named Lizzy Cooper, who said he was a lying cheat.
She said "You call yourself a rainmain,
well you oughta be ashamed
for startin' all these people dreaming--
thinkin' you can make it rain.
"Hey Lizzy,
Well a man's gotta have a dream.
And if you can't walk on the inside with me,
I'll meet ya in between.
Oh come with me Lizzy
And the stars will write your name.
And if you still think I'm lying to ya,
 looka yonder, there comes the rain."
K. O'Dell / L. Henley

Annie's Song ~

You fill up my senses like a night in the forest.
Like the mountains in springtime,
Like a walk in the rain.
Like a storm in the desert,
Like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses,
Come fill me again.

Come let me love you,
Let me give my life to you.
Let me drown in your laughter.
Let me die in your arms.
Let me lay down beside you.
Let me always be with you.
Come let me love you.
Come love me again.

Let me give my life to you.
Come let me love you.
Come love me again.

John Denver

Dark Lady

The fortune queen of New Orleans
Was brushing her cat in her black limosine.
On the back seat were scratches from the marks of men who's fortune she had won.
Couldn't see through the tinted glass
But she said "Home James" and he heard the gasp.

I followed her to some darkened room.
She took my money and said
"I'll be with you soon."

Dark Lady laughed and danced
And lit the candles one by one.
Danced to her gypsy music 'til her brew was done.
Dark Lady played Black Magic 'til the clock struck on the twelve.
She told me more about me than I knew myself.

She dealt two cards, a queen and a three.
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me.
And then she turned up a two-eyed jack.
My eyes saw read but the card still stayed black.
She said "The man you love is secretly true
To someone else who is very close to you.
My advice is that you leave this place.
Never come back and forget you ever saw my face."
So I ran home and crawled in my bed.
Couldn't sleep because of all the things she'd said.
Then I remembered her strange purfume.
And how I smelled it was in my own room.
So I sneaked back and caught her with my man.
Laughing and kissing 'til they saw the gun in my hand.
The next thing I knew they were dead on the floor.
Dark lady would never turn a card up anymore.
Sung by Cher, writer unknown

Grandma's Feather Bed

When I was an itty-bitty-boy,
Just up off the floor,
We used to go to Grandma's house
Every month-end or so.
We'd have chicken pie and country ham and homemade butter on the bread.
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house was the great big feather bed.

It was nine feet high, six feet wide
and soft as a downy chick.
it was made from the feather of forty-leven geese,
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
It'd hold eight kids, and four farm dogs
and a piggy we stole from the shed.
Didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun in Grandma's feather bed.

After supper we'd sit around the fire.
The old folks spit and chewed.
Pa'd talk about the farm and the war
and Granny'd sing a ballad or two.
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire
'til the cobwebs filled my head.
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning in the middle of the old feather bed.

Now I love my ma; I love my pa,
Love Granny and grandpa too.
Been fishing with my uncle,
wrestled with my cousin and
I even kissed Ant Lou.
But if I ever had to make a choice,
I guess it oughta be said,
I'd trade them all, plus the gal down the road, for Grandma's feather bed.

John Denver

This Old Guitar ~

This old guitar taught me to sing a love song.
Showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
It introduced me to some friends of mine
and brightened up some days.
It helped me make it through some lonely nights.
What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night.

This old guitar gave me my lovely lady.
It opened up her eyes and ears to me.
It brought us close together,
I guess it broke her heart.
It opened up a space for us to be.
What a lovely place and a lovely space to be.

This old guitar gave me my life,
my living
and all the things you know I love to do.
To serenade the stars that shine from a sunny mountain side.
Most of all to sing my songs for you.
I love to sing my songs for you.

John Denver

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