Yazoo Street Scandal
Written by J.R. Robertson

Stranded out in the night,
Eliza took me down
To see the widow give
Rain to the town.
It's against the law
To be a tonic man,
But the widow knows
She's got the upper hand.
So I went on in
Feelin' kinda wheezy.
You know she soothed my mind, boys,
She rocked me kinda slow and easy
All day and all night.

Pick a card before you go
It's a long trip to Mexico.

Eliza wait by the door,
I can't stay here anymore, no, no.

Then she took a pill
She washed her feet in the mud
She said "Look out son,
You know, I just ordered a flood
For forty days and forty nights".

Then I dropped my shoes,
Eliza called my name.
She said it looked to her
Like it's gonna rain.
Then the cotton king
Came in chokin'
And the widow laughed and said:
"I ain't jokin'.
Take once for all"
She said "Now don't ya tease me.
I just fell in love, boy,
So rock me kinda slow and kinda easy,
All day and all night."

Sweet William said
With a drunken head:
"If I had a boat,
I'd help y'all float".
Eliza stood there watching,
William in a trance,
As the widow _did_ the St. Vitus dance. [?]
But just then an old man
With a boat named "Breezy"
Said: "You can ride with Clyde, boys,
If you rock it kinda slow and easy,
All day and all night".

Words of Fire, Deeds of Blood
Written by Robbie Robertson.

Perhaps you think the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit
If I thought you were sent by the creator
I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me
Do not misunderstand me
But understand me fully with reference to my affection for the land
I never said the land was mine to do with as I choose
The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it

I claim a right to live on my land
And accord you the privilege to return to yours
Brother we have listened to your talk
Coming from our father the great White Chief at Washington
And my people have called upon me to reply to you
And in the winds which pass through these aged pines
We hear the moanings of their departed ghosts

And if the voice of our people could have been heard
That act would never have been done
But alas though they stood around they could neither be seen or heard
Their tears fell like drops of rain
I hear my voice in the depths of the forest
But no answering voice comes back to me
All is silent around me
My words must therefore be few
I can now say no more

He is silent for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down

The Well
by J.R. Robertson.

I took my bucket down to the well
There's a (desert?) woman, sweet mystery
She let the rope fall down in the well
Like it was meant to be

She put the jug upon her head
Walked with her back to the wind
I followed her tracks the moment she said
"Why don't you come in?"

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She killed the light, she dropped her glove
She said "Are you looking for trouble
Or looking for love, love, love?"

I woke in the morning dying of thirst
Headed straight back to the well
There she was with a jug on her head
The rope had just fell

The well in her eyes was deep and black
With no question or answer
She wiped my brow and I followed her back
To the Tropic of Cancer

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Twisted Hair
Written by Jim Wilson and Dave Carson.

This was the way of it
Let the story fires be lighted
Let our circle be strong and full of medicine

Hear me
This is my dream song that I'm singing for you
This is my power song that is taking me to the edge
This is rock medicine
The talking tree
The singing water

Listen
I am dancing underneath you
This was the way of it
It is a river
It is a chant
It is a medicine story
It is what happened long ago
It is a bead in a story belt
It is what has been forgotten
It is the smell of sweetgrass and cedar

And prayers lifted to sky father
It is a way, a tradition
The way it was always done by the people
It is a feeling of warmth
The sound of voices

Listen
I am dancing underneath you

Testimony
by J.R.Robertson.

Look over yonder, Apollo at a distance
You can hear his music if you listen to the wind (blow)
I want to be there - I want to be right there

Bear witness, I'm wailing like the wind
Come bear witness, the half-breed rides again
In these hands, I've held the broken dream
In my soul, I'm howling at the moon

Testimony, testimony
Declare yourself - I will testify
Testimony, testimony
Speak the truth, I will testify

I had a revelation like runaway horses
Took to the road with a carnival show (roll on)
Those golden days on Smokey Mountain
Playing guitar in a one man band

Bear witness, I'm howling at the moon
Come bear witness, I've danced among the ruins
In these shoes, I've walked a crooked mile
All my life I been searching for the nightbird

Testimony, testimony
Declare yourself - I will testify
Testimony, testimony
Speak the truth, I will testify

Are you ready to take the heat
Are you ready to blow the steam
Are you ready to bag the street
You got nothing to lose - but your chains

For forty days and forty nights
I come across the desert
Apollo right by mide side (rave on)

Bear witness, I'm wailing like the wind
Come bear witness, the half-breed rides again
In these hands, I've held the broken dream
In my soul, I'm howling at the moon

Testimony, testimony
Declare yourself - I will testify
Testimony, testimony
Speak the truth, I will testify

Skinwalker
Written by Patrick Leonard and Robbie Robertson.

She broke down, on a highway
Miles from nowhere, it had no number
She was lost, a long way from home
She was fed up with the routine
She got trouble with her man
She blew town with a vengeance
Painted desert, peyote rain
Lord, don't let me go insane

Skinwalker, skinwalker
Who am I, who are you
I was only passing through
Skinwalker, skinwalker

A strange encounter to be sure
He was wicked he was pure
Hear him calling, he's calling for you
Come with me into the mystic
Come with me into the night
We can live, live forever
Painted desert, peyote rain
Lord, don't let me go insane

Skinwalker, skinwalker
Through your eyes I can see
you have left your mark on me
Skinwalker, skinwalker

Painted desert, peyote rain
Lord, don't let me go insane

Skinwalker, skinwalker
He takes you to a sacred place
and drinks a tear off your face

Skinwalker, skinwalker
Talk to the spirits
Talk to the wind
Skinwalker, skinwalker
Ceremony of the Cloud People

Golden Feather
Written by Robbie Robertson.

I think I'll go on back to Shenandoah
She said that she'd meet me by the fork in the road
I jump start my one eyed Ford
I'm heading for the pow-wow
I follow red path that leads to you

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I gave my love a golden feather
I gave my love a heart of stone
And when you find a golden feather
It means you'll never lose your way back home

Should I paint my face
Should I pierce my skin
Does this make me a pagan
Sweating out my sins
We ate the sacred mushroom
And waded in the water
Howling like coyotes
At the naked moon

(chorus)

In the autumn night
When there's no wind blowin'
I could hear the stars falling in the dark
When you find what's worth keeping
With a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away

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