Tom Paxton Along The Verdigris

Everywhere I look today everything is green

Oklahoma’s prettier now than I have ever seen

High up in the cottonwood an eagle makes her nest

Evening on the Verdigris, the time I love the best

Down along the Verdigris, the seasons come and go

Life is right beside you here and you can feel it flow

Down to meet the Arkansas then rolling to the sea

All the way to New Orleans from here on the Verdigris

Come and take a walk with me along the Verdigris

I’ll show you a sunset that’s the way it’s meant to be

Blackbird heading homeward at the closing of the day

Just like me, the Verdigris is where he means to stay

Down along the Verdigris, the seasons come and go

Life is right beside you here and you can feel it flow

Down to meet the Arkansas then rolling to the sea

All the way to New Orleans from here on the Verdigris

My first steps were taken where her muddy waters flow

All my life I’ve walked these hills, these hills are what I know

I tried life in Tulsa did not do a thing for me

I long to hear the birds in song along the Verdigris

Down along the Verdigris, the seasons come and go

Life is right beside you here and you can feel it flow

Down to meet the Arkansas then rolling to the sea

All the way to New Orleans from here on the Verdigris

Down along the Verdigris, the seasons come and go

Life is right beside you here and you can feel it flow

Down to meet the Arkansas then rolling to the sea

All the way to New Orleans from here on the Verdigris

Down to meet the Arkansas then rolling to the sea

All the way to New Orleans from here on the Verdigris

Tom Paxton A Job Of Work

I hate unemployment and I’ll tell you why

I wanna keep working ‘til the day I die

I like to work, I do it well and when I can’t feed my family

Lord I feel like hell

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you

The man from the government says it’s fine

To walk on over to the free food line

Nice of the government to be so fair

But I don’t want my friends to see me there

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you

I was born and raised in these old hills

I never left ‘em and I never will

I’m able-bodied, my friends are, too

And all that we want is a job to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you

Well, these are the worst times I have seen

I don’t want to seem ungrateful or mean

But a man’s got to raise his family

And I can’t stand to raise ‘em on charity

Lord, give me a job of work to do

Lord, give me a job of work to do

That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you

Tom Paxton Angie

Angie, from where I stand

The water breaks on the spit of sand

How does it survive

Angie, for all I know

The sand is tired and ready to go

It’s less than alive

But you so ready to leave

The first trembling leaf to break loose in the Fall

Angie, so ready to fly

Is there time to ask why

Is there no time at all

Or, is there nothing hidden I can blame

Angie

If Angie’s your name

Angie, from where I stand

Your smile is so discreetly planned

I’m not sure it’s there

Angie, for all I know

You’ll notice me

You’ll turn and go

You won’t even care

That you’re so ready to leave

The first trembling leaf to break loose in the Fall

Angie, so ready to fly

Is there time to ask why

Is there no time at all

Or, is there nothing hidden I can blame

Angie

If Angie’s your name

Angie, I was getting along

Nothing quite right but nothing too wrong

I didn’t know you existed

I ran my life like a safe machine

Lost myself in a safe routine

But now it’s all twisted

With my hand on the knife

For the rest of my life

Angie, from where I stand

You rise and wave an un-gloved hand

You smile in the sun

Angie, you smile for him

He calls to you

The light is dim

You break into a run

And you’re gone, so ready to leave

The first trembling leaf to break loose in the Fall

Angie, so ready to fly

Is there time to ask why

Is there no time at all

Or, is there nothing hidden I can blame

Angie

If Angie’s your name

Tom Paxton Angeline Is Always Friday

Clatter, the milkman at my doorstep

Bustle, my neighbour at her tea

In all the world no one’s so glad to see the sun

As me

Angeline is always Friday

Angeline is spring forever

Winter Angeline could never be

Mister Wilson, old and smiling

Lifts his cap as she is passing

Bowing her politely on to me

My week has gone its lonely way

I’ve waited for my only day

Away from shadows

In her sunlight I can tell her

I love you, Angeline

Angeline is always Friday

Suitcase on the rack above

She hasn’t even read her magazine

Angeline is counting stations

‘Til the one where I am standing

Waiting for my only Angeline

My week has gone its lonely way

I’ve waited for my only day

Away from shadows

In her sunlight I can tell her

I love you, Angeline

Clatter, the milkman at my doorstep

Bustle, my neighbour at her tea

In all the world no one’s so glad to see the sun

As me

Tom Paxton A Thousand Years

The Burgher banged his fist on the table

Red face glowing with pride

“We’ll rise,” he cried, “as soon as we’re able

Avenging the ones who died

No more the hunted

No more the mouse

No more the quivering prey

The masters are driving the slaves from the house

The masters are coming to stay”

The Burgher dipped his bread in the gravy

Splattering his silken tie

Nachmal the Wehrmacht

Nachmal the Navy

Nachmal the thundering sky

Once more the stadium rocking with cheers

Once more the torchlight parade

Away with the cowering dog-bitten years

Away with the humble charade

“A thousand years

The tears of the weak for our wine

A thousand years

We’ll pluck them like fruit from the vine

Ah, they fed us and clothed us and handed us weapons as well

But give us a leader

We’ll follow him down into hell”

The Burgher spilled his wine on the table

Staggering out of his chair

“We’ll rise,” he cried, “as soon as we’re able

Stroking the young man fair

The English are finished

The French are fools

The Russians have China to fear

The Yanks holler ‘commie’, and follow their rules

When the time for the rising is here”

The young man’s eyes were fiery and glowing

The Burgher’s hand in his own

“We’ll rise,” he cried, “the movement is growing

We’ll march on a road of bones

They’re coming from Egypt

They’re coming from Hess

They’re coming from Argentine

We’ll march over Russia; we’ll march to the west

We’ll show them what conquest can mean”

“A thousand years

The tears of the weak for our wine

A thousand years

We’ll pluck them like fruit from the vine

Ah, they fed us and clothed us and handed us weapons as well

But give us a leader, by God

And we’ll see them in hell”

Tom Paxton Ain’t That News

I’ve got news of the very best kind

About troubles that are falling behind

About people that used to be blind

Till they opened up their eyes to see

It’s news, when they begin to ask why

They’re poor until the day that they die

They’re tired of the pie in the sky

And they want some security

And that’s news, news, ain’t that news?

Ain’t that something to see?

News, news, you talk about your news

It’s mighty good news to me

I’ve got news about some ordinary men

They heard it preached time and again

To be patient and grateful, amen

And “Don’t agitate around here”

They argued and they talked it around

And they woke up and here’s what they found

Their voices made a mighty big sound

Till they didn’t know the meaning of fear

And that’s news, news, ain’t that news?

Ain’t that something to see?

News, news, you talk about your news

It’s mighty good news to me

In a hazard they’re meeting at night

Organizing, and doing it right

And planning for a hell of a fight

And they sure don’t aim to lose

In New York the tenants said no

The slumlord ain’t getting our dough

They’re fed up and I want you to know

That’s the very best kind of news

And that’s news, news, ain’t that news?

Ain’t that something to see?

News, news, you talk about your news

It’s mighty good news to me

That’s news, news, ain’t that news?

Ain’t that something to see?

News, news, you talk about your news

It’s mighty good news to me

Tom Paxton All Clear In Harrisburg

You may come back to your homes now citizens

You may come back to the nest

We had a little spot of trouble, it’s true

But things turned out for the best

Yes, a little radiation got loose

And people ran for the bus

And let me tell you if you live downwind

You’ll be hearing from us

You may come back to your homes now citizens

The town is perfectly clean

And please believe us you have nothing to fear

If now and then you turn green

Three Mile Island is a wonderful place

And the future is now

Oh, by the way I wouldn’t eat that egg

Or drink the milk from that cow

You just might glow in the dark

Grow feathers just like a lark

Stand in the fountain and light up the park

Have a nice day

The chances you may

Blow yourself and half of Pennsylvania away

You may relax in your homes now Harrisburg

For sure the crisis is past

Oh, sure we might have a problem or two

The next one might be the last

Oh yes, the wave of the future is here

It’s reassuring to know

They’ll be no need of a suntan next year

For we’ll be wearing our glow

We just might glow in the dark

Grow feathers just like a lark

Stand in the fountain and light up the park

Have a nice day, the chances you may

Blow yourself and half of Pennsylvania away

Tom Paxton A Daughter In Denver

A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne

An ex-wife in Dallas with a suitable man

I’m out on this prairie where the winter winds blow

I’m thinkin’ about them and missin’ them so

My old man kept his feelin’s hidden inside

And I turned out the same no matter how hard I tried

And this is somethin’ my family came to know well

I knew I loved them but there was no way they could tell

A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne

An ex-wife in Dallas with a suitable man

I’m out on this prairie where the winter wind blow

Thinkin’ about them and missin’ them so

Now it’s half-an-hour by truck just to look at a tree

Its eighteen hundred acres of nothin’ but me

Just me and some prairie dogs livin’ what passes for life

All that I know is I’m missin’ my kids and my wife

A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne

An ex-wife in Dallas with a suitable man

I’m out on this prairie where the winter wind blow

I’m thinkin’ about them and missin’ them so

I’m thinkin’ about them and missin’ them so

A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne

Tom Paxton Anytime

Anytime

Your trail takes you through the trees

And anytime

Those icy winds begin to freeze

If you need a little sunshine

All you gotta do is call

Anytime

Anytime at all

Anytime

You feel you’re runnin’ out of road

And anytime

You feel smaller than your load

There’s a safe haven here

Where you can ride out the squall

Anytime

Anytime at all

If you’ve got a problem

I’ve got a problem too

All I want’s a chance to show what a little love can do

Come on over here, darlin’

Tell me what’s been making you blue

I wanna make things better for you

Anytime

It gets a little rough out there

And anytime

You really need someone to care

You just circle the wagons

Till you hear the bugle call

Anytime

Anytime at all

If you’ve got a problem

I’ve got a problem too

All I want’s a chance to show what a little love can do

Come on over here, darling

Tell me what’s been making you blue

I wanna make things better for you

Anytime

It gets a little rough out there

And anytime

You really need someone to care

You just circle the wagons

Till you hear the bugle call

Anytime

Anytime at all

Anytime

Anytime at all

Tom Paxton A Day In The Country

The dogs are singing

The cottonwood cathedral carries their song

The pure deep joy of the hunt bears them along

Up ahead the rabbit prepares to steer them wrong

A fine arrangement

A day in the country

The song is changing

Something in the music appeals to me

A minor note creeps in and changes the key

Now the dogs are sounding lost and all at sea

So much for winning

A day in the country

I stand there listening

Suddenly the rabbit comes into view

He looks as if to say, how do you do

I swear he chuckles as he scurries through

Top of the mornin’

A day in the country

The dogs are sleepin’

There in the back seat curled up in a ball

That wily rabbit left them feeling small

But in their dreams they catch him after all

A fine arrangement

A day in the country

A fine arrangement

A day in the country