Joan Baez Green, Green Grass Of Home

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,

And there meet me is my Mama and my Papa.

Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho’ the paint is cracked and dry,

And there’s that old oak tree that I used to play on.

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they’ll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me, to the four grey wall that surround me

And then I realize that I was only dreaming.

There’s a guard and sad old padre

Arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak.

Again I touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they’ll all meet together in the shade of that old oak tree

As we neath indeed the green, green grass of home.

Joan Baez Elvis Presley Blues

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

Just a country boy that combed his hair

And put on a shirt his mother made and went on the air

And he shook it like a chorus girl

And he shook it like a Harlem queen

He shook it like a midnight rebel, baby

Like you never seen

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

How he took it all out of black and white

Grabbed his wand in the other hand and he held on tight

And he shook it like a hurricane

He shook it like to make it break

And he shook it like a holy roller, baby

With his soul at stake

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

He was all alone in a long decline

Thinking how happy John Henry was that he fell down and died

When he shook it and he rang like silver

He shook it and he shine like gold

He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby

Well bless my soul

He shook it and he beat that steam drill, baby

Well bless my soul, what’s wrong with me?

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

I was thinking that night about Elvis

Day that he died, day that he died

Just a country boy that combed his hair

Put on a shirt his mother made and he went on the air

And he shook it like a chorus girl

He shook it like a Harlem queen

He shook it like a midnight rebel, baby

Like he never seen

Joan Baez Hand To Mouth

Jimmy Got Nothing Made Himself A Name

With a gun that he polished for a rainy day

A smite and a quote from a vigilante movie

Our boy jimmy just blew them all away

He said it made him crazy

Twenty five years living hand to mouth

Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep

She needs her mother but her mother is dead

Just another hooker that the lucky can forget

Just another hooker

It happens everyday

She loved her little baby

But she couldn’t bare to see her living hand to mouth

Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

I believe in the gods of america

I believe in the land of the free

But no one told me

(no one told me)

That the gods believe in nothing

So with empty hands I pray

And from day to hopeless day

They still don’t see me

(see me)

Everybody talks about the new generation

Jump on the wagon or they’ll leave you behind

But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation

“like to help you buddy but I haven’t got the time”

Somebody shouted save me

But everybody started living hand to mouth

Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

There’s a big white lady

On a big white doorstep

She asked her daddy and her daddy said “yes”

Has to give a little for the dollars that we get

Has to give a little –

They say it’s for the best

Somebody shouted

Maybe

But they kept on living from hand to mouth

Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

So she ran to the arms of america

And she kissed the powers that be

And someone told me

(someone told me)

That the gods believe in nothing

So with empty hands I pray

And I tell myself

One day

They just might see me

Joan Baez A Heartfelt Line Or Two

Though the songwriters of the industry

Write most of the songs I do

And it’s clear that no one will ever

Sing them quite the way I do

I think tonight I’ll sit down and write

A heartfelt line or two

And if they turn out good enough

I owe every word to you

To the kid I thought was a little too young

To know what sadness was

Who took me out when I was down

And set out to find the cause

Of why the lady had the blues

And seemed on the verge of tears

I tell you that kid must have been around

For a hundred and fifty years

And to the tough guy blonde with the front tooth gone

And ships all over his chest

Who approached me out on the promenade

Of the beach heading into the west

His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn

Like a drunken pirate band

But he turned into a gentleman

Called me a lady and kissed my hand

Though the songwriters of the industry

Write most of the songs I do

And it’s clear that no one will ever

Sing them quite the way I do

I think tonight I’ll sit down and write

A heartfelt line or two

And if they turn out good enough

I owe every word to you

To the man and the woman who threw me a glance

As they picnicked by the sea

And returned their gaze to the kid and the food

So as not to bother me

They got up to leave and the woman looked on

As the man leaned down to say

“You’ve always meant so much to us

Don’t want to bother you and have a nice day”

And to the band of gypsies I call friends

Who speak so carefully

To their friend with a life unlike their own

In its strange complexities

Who have the patience of the saints

When I’ve been down for a spell

I wish it were a whole lot easier

To find the words to wish them well

Though the songwriters of the industry

Write most of the songs I do

And it’s clear that no one will ever

Sing them quite the way I do

I think tonight I’ll sit down and write

A heartfelt line or two

And if they turn out good enough

I owe every word to you

Joan Baez A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?

Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?

I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways

I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?

Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin’

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall

And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?

And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin’

Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’

Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall

Oh, who did you meet, my blue eyed son?

Who did you meet, my darling young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded with hatred

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard

It’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue eyed son?

Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?

I’m a goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a fallin’

I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest

Where the people are many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it

Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’

But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’

And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard

It’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall

Joan Baez Lowlands

We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by

Cowhides and wool and live cargo

Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly

Sailing for the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low

Sailing for the lowlands low

Sean Rouse the skipper from the church of Crook

Piery keeps log for his father

Crew all from Bannow, Fethard and the Hook

Sailing for the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low

Sailing for the lowlands low

Ready with priming we’d our galliot gun

Muskets and pikes in good order

We should be riddled captives would be none

Death or else the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low

Death or else the lowlands low

A pirate approached us many leagues from shore

We fought and we sunk him in good order

He’ll go a-roving plundering no more

Sailing for the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low

Sailing for the lowlands low

We smuggled out the Wild Geese weapons safe ashore

Then we unloaded our cargo

A fair wind is blowing we’re headed for Dunmore

Sailing from the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low

Sailing from the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low

Sailing from the lowlands low

Joan Baez I Live One Day At A Time

I live one day at a time

I dream one dream at a time

Yesterday’s dead, and tomorrow is blind

And I live one day at a time.

Bet you’re surprised to see me back at home,

You don’t know how I miss you when you’re gone

Don’t ask how long I plan to stay

It never crossed my mind

Cuz I live one day at a time.

I live one day at a time

I dream one dream at a time

Yesterday’s dead, and tomorrow is blind

And I live one day at a time.

There’s a swallow flyin’ across a cloudy sky

Searchin’ for a patch of sun so high

Don’t ask how long I have to follow him,

Perhaps I won’t in time

But I live one day at a time.

I live one day at a time

I dream one dream at a time

Yesterday’s dead, and tomorrow is blind

And I live one day at a time.

And I live one day at a time.