LYRICS
DEAD END
Written by Martha Fields Galloway (c) 2016
Can’t go back there… not again
Gotta turn around…it’s another a dead end
Won’t turn the other cheek - I’ll turn my back
I ain’t weak - just no masochistic hack
CHORUS
Oh, how could you do? What you do
I should hate you but I don’t
Oh, how could you do? what you do
I should hate you but I won’t
Look me in the eye and tell me why?
Speak the truth, don’t poison me with lies
From lover to enemy, there is no remedy
Betrayal only hurts those you love
CHORUS
Oh, how could you do? What you do
I should hate you but I don’t
Oh, how could you do? what you do
I should hate you but I won’t
WHERE DO WE GO NOW
Written by Martha Fields Galloway (c) 2016
Started like a dream, rainbow colors of love
Technicolor romance, now you say,
we gotta let it go
but I don’t want to be alone,
no, I can’t be alone
CHORUS
Sweet love of mine, we built a shrine
I don’t know how
Oh, where do we, where do we go now?
You were my backbone, you were my touchstone
Nothing do I own, and nothing owns me
but I don’t want to be alone,
no, I can’t be alone
CHORUS
I stood in your shadow, shadows on the sand and sea
Little tree needs the sun, little tree is far from the seed
but I don’t, want to be alone
no, I can’t be alone
CHORUS
SOUTHERN WHITE LIES
Written by Martha Fields Galloway (c) 2016
Mamma’s working two jobs she can’t get ahead
Daddy was in prison - now he's dead Them lies, them Southern White Lies
The ties that bind, oh, them Southern White Lies
Rest of the world sees us full of hate
Don’t mess with Texas - it’s too late
Them lies, them Southern White Lies
The ties that blind, oh, them Southern White Lies
Big box killed all them mom and pops
Big man gets all the handouts
They got clout the Southern White Liars
Better change your mine – damn the ties that buy
CHORUS
I gotta quit thinking…I gotta quit drinking
I got that sinking feeling it’ll be over soon
Seems all I hear is gloom and doom
You can shoot me in the back,
choke on your silver spoon
BRIDGE
Pandering politicians, we need more musicians
Money draws ‘em like flies
Pull up my bootstraps - you might give me some scraps
Oh, you Southern White Liar!
(written by Martha Field Galloway © 2016)
Hard Times, movin’ on down that track
Hard Times, Mama ain't comin' back
Hard Times, won’t you release me
Hard Times Honky Tonk you’re gonna miss me
Oh, Mama has had some hard times feeling no pain
All those years gone down the drain
Hard Times, won’t you release me
Hard Times, Honky Tonk you’re gonna miss me
It ain't that whiskey talking
Baby I am a walking
Moving on down that track
Hard Times Honky Tonk, I ain't never coming back
Oh, Norfolk Southern shaking the ground
You won’t have your punching bag around
Hard Times, won’t you release me
Hard Times Honky Tonk you’re gonna miss me
Hear that whistle blow, here I go
Rolling down Route 23
I finally got the gumption
To think something of me
AMERICAN HOLOGRAM
Written by Martha Fields Galloway (c) 2016
Come from a long line of poor working farmers
Came to Appalachia, Grannie was already there
Sailed the ocean, fought tyranny
It's another form now, is it my destiny?
Ain't my destiny, ain't my destiny
No pot to piss in, believe in that trickle down
Snake handlers and tv tellin' 'em it's for the best
Ain’t for the best (repeat)
No need for education, no money for schools
Easier for Limbaugh, to play 'em like the fool
I ain't his fool (repeat)
CHORUS
I'm a blue state girl with red state roots
We were poor white trash... now we're the underclass
They send us to war, we don't know what for
We got no jobs so we come back for more
(We come back for more - repeat)
Blue dog democrats, bigger, poorer, deeper in debt
When did them men in suits get ahold of your head? Hold of your head (repeat)
Against your own self interest you’ve turned the tide - Squirrel hunting, religion, and redneck pride
Why are you on the corporate side? downward slide
We gotta find some common ground, before we all drown
CHORUS
Come from a long line, poor working farmers, Came to Appalachia, Grannie was already there....
(Written by Martha Fields Galloway (c) 2015)
Letha May Fields was born in ‘22
Number 8 out of 10, down old Route 52
On the banks of the 12 Pole, near Sidney Depot
Be a good girl Letha and ‘do as you are told’
4 out of ten didn’t live to see 10
But Letha, she was rough as a cob, she could fight like any man
She wondered how she’d make it there, times were rough and times were hard
Thinking’s men’s business Letha, ‘do as you are told ‘
CHORUS
Do as you are told girl, do as you are told
Thinking’s men’s business, do as you are told
If you want to live old girl, you better not be so bold
Be a good girl Letha and ‘do as you are told’
She finished the 8th grade, Daddy said, ‘now, that’s enough’
They hired her out to Buddy Thompson, she did what she was told
Cousin Arbuckle, ruined her, that’s what Granny said,
Like a good girl Letha, she did what she was told
They took the train to New Orleans
They found work on Camp Street
Tending bar, drinkin’, and generally feelin’ free
But something overtook her, still what we don’t know
Archie called the Sisters of Mercy, and they did what they were told
They have her last rights and they called her family
Said, your sister’s dying here and we’re doing what we were told
But nobody came I guess nobody cared
You know, Letha wasn’t a good girl so nobody came
CHORUS
She laid in that pauper’s grave for ‘nigh on 50 years
Kinfolk often wondered, but shed few tears
A big storm came and took her out to sea
Letha didn’t live old, she didn’t do what she was told
CHORUS
SOUL ON THE MOVE
(written by Martha Fields © 2016)
Eyes wide open for the promised land
No Mama no / may not be a man
Traveled down some twisted roads,
Always trying to break the codes
CHORUS
Feels like a million miles from my tender youth
Had so many trials since I felt good
Wonder if I’ve ever heard – if I’ve heard the truth
Another Soul (another soul) on the move
SOLO (Violin)
Tangoed and two-stepped / and climbed Victoire
Autobahn the Autoroute / nothing to acquire
Rather have red dirt between my toes
Than that Black Friday / Black Friday overdose
CHORUS
SOLO (DOBRO)
BRIDGE
Only want a simple life full of love and song
Why we burn the candle at both ends
In my heart I know, that something’s deeply wrong
Don’t know how much more, how much more I can bend (REPEAT)
JOHANNA
(Martha Fields Galloway (c) 2014)
Well, she looked like Mata Hari
She dressed like Marlene Deitrich
She danced at the Moulin Rouge
For the boys of the Third Reich
CHORUS
Johanna, Johanna
Johanna, Johanna, Johanna
Hotel Contentintal in Calcutta
Papa John fell for Grace
He told too many lies
He couldn't look her in the face
CHORUS
She met her daddy once or twice
But he wouldn't leave his wife
Grace begged him to come, then drowned herself in rum
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Why don't you put on your dancing dress?
Get out your your castanets
Put them bells on your feet
Oh, she made them boys so weak
CHORUS
She had a boudior on the 2nd floor
Married men from the village
Marie-Carroll was fast asleep
Her body and her money they pillaged