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All songs published by Spencer Bohren Music (BMI)

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released 11 April 2011
BLACKWATER MUSIC MUSICIANS

Old Louisa’s Movin’ On
Spencer Bohren – guitar, vocal
Andre′ Bohren – drums

Your Home is in My Heart
Spencer Bohren – guitar, lapsteel, vocal
Andre′ Bohren – drums
Rene′ Coman – bass
Rod Hodges- electric guitar

It’s Gonna Take a Miracle
Spencer Bohren – lapsteel, vocal

Bad Luck Bone
Spencer Bohren – guitar, vocal
Andre′ Bohren – drums, percussion

Has Anyone Seen Mattie?
Spencer Bohren – guitar, vocal
Matt Rhody – violin

Borrowed Time
Spencer Bohren – National steel guitar, vocal
Andre′ Bohren – drums
Reggie Scanlon – string bass

Take Me to Rampart Street
Spencer Bohren – guitar, vocal
Andre′ Bohren – drums
Aurora Nealand – soprano sax
Amasa Miller – piano
Tim Stanbaugh – tuba

Blackwater Music
Spencer Bohren – lapsteel, vocal

Your Love
Spencer Bohren – vocal
Andre′ Bohren – piano

The Old Homestead
Spencer Bohren – guitar, vocal

Listen to the Wind
Spencer Bohren – lapsteel, vocal
Andre′ Bohren – drums, percussion
Aurora Nealand - accordion

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Track Name: Old Louisa's Movin' On
OLD LOUISA’S MOVIN’ ON

Marilyn & Spencer Bohren, 2009

House too big. House too old.
One day soon, house be sold.
Old Louisa’s movin’ on.

Family home, two hundred years.
All those voices, she still hears.
Old Louisa’s movin’ on.
Old Louisa’s movin’ on.

Fourteen families, twenty-two rooms.
One twenty-one, in the family tomb.
Short-staple cotton and indigo
Built this house on the Bayou Road.
Old Louisa’s movin’ on.
Old Louisa’s movin’on.

No one left to give a damn
Since Uncle Jack went to Alabam.
They passed him around from hand to hand
‘Til he found him a girl in Birmingham.
Called her on the telephone,
Said, “Hey, hey, Babe, I can’t take no more.”
Left Louisa all alone,
Sitting by herself in the family home.
Now Old Louisa’s movin’ on.

Sitting alone. Ain’t no one else home.
Old Louisa, she’s rambling on.
Thinks she’s talking to Dominique and Pierre.
Rattling on to the empty chair.
Hot ‘n’ sticky like midnight fire.
Old Louisa, she’s at the end of the line.

Now, old Louisa’s movin’ on.
Old Louisa’s movin’ on.
Old Louisa . . .
Movin’ on . . .
Track Name: Your Home Is In My Heart
YOUR HOME IS IN MY HEART

Spencer Bohren, 2010

This ain’t no dream. We both know it’s real.
It’s like some kind of miracle we feel the way we feel.
We were so lonely together. How did we drift apart?
But an angel was passing. Your home is in my heart.

Yes, an angel was passing, and not a moment too soon.
I was packing my bags. Our true love was in ruins.
All that lying and crying, we chose a brand new start.
Now and forever, your home is in my heart.

- Chorus -
It’s a fine line. It’s a very fine line
Keeping love together for a very long time.
In a lifetime sometimes you fall behind.
Things can get a little bit dark.
I need to tell you I want you.
I want to tell you I need you.
My door is always open.
You hold the key to my heart.

One hand washes the other, what they always say.
One step at a time we’re gonna find our way.
Stop, look, and listen, then take a shot in the dark.
We all need a hand to hold. Your home is in my heart.

- Chorus -
Track Name: It's Gonna Take A Miracle
IT’S GONNA TAKE A MIRACLE

Spencer Bohren, 2010

One after another, time after time,
Sooner or later, it’s the end of the line.
We’re running out of luck.
It’s either love or money, we got to make up our mind
‘Cuz the wolf’s at the door and there’s no place to hide.
We’re running out of time.

There’s oil in the water, there’s smoke in the sky.
It’s the moment of truth, and they’re telling us lies.
They’ve run out of luck.
We can keep the wheels rolling, keep the lights on at night,
But the Big Money Boys, they’ve got it locked down tight.
But they’ve run out of time.

Uphill, against the wind.
We’ve done it before, and we can do it again.
Keep your chin up and your head down.
Keep your nose to the grindstone.
Keep your ear to the ground.
It’s gonna take a miracle, but there’s got to be a way.

Oh, you can’t stop time, and we can’t turn on a dime.
Against the grain, against the wall,
Against the odds and against the law.
It’s gonna take a miracle, but we got to find a way.

So keep your chin up, your head down,
Keep your nose to the grindstone.
Keep your ear to the ground.
It’s gonna take a miracle, but there’s got to be a way.
It’s gonna take a miracle, but there’s got to be a way.
Track Name: Bad Luck Bone
BAD LUCK BONE

Spencer Bohren 2010

Leave that thing on the ground. It’s a Bad Luck Bone.
Don’t you touch it no more, just move on along.
The Devil pass through at night, drag his tail on the ground.
It’s a Bad Luck Bone, you better leave it alone.

Little brother got crazy when he came out that cell
You know a thing like that, man you never can tell.
Now there’s a look in his eyes like he’s under a spell.
That boy, he might get better, but he’ll never get well.

When the big wind come, you better head for the ditch.
It’s gonna howl like a banshee, gonna wail like a witch.
You won’t know up from down, you won’t know which end’s which.
That wind can level your house, that wind won’t leave you a stitch.

When you’re looking for money, keep your eye on the ground
Because you might find a dollar, man, a shekel, a pound.
But that money is evil, it can spin you around,
Make you act like a madman, make you look like a clown.

Stay away from that whiskey, it’ll mess with your head.
It’ll shake up your life until you wish you was dead.
It’ll break up your family, like the good book said.
So keep the cork in that bottle, leave the dog in his bed.

Leave that thing on the ground, it’s a Bad Luck Bone.
Don’t touch it no more, just ride on along.
The Devil pass through at night, drag his tail on the ground.
It’s a Bad Luck Bone, you better leave it alone.
Track Name: Has Anyone Seen Mattie?
HAS ANYONE SEEN MATTIE?

Spencer Bohren, 2010

Has anyone seen Mattie?
I lost her when the water start to rise.
Has anyone seen Mattie?
I lost her when the water start to rise.
She’s a light brown gal, stand ‘bout five feet five.

It was early in the mornin’ when the levee start to break.
Early in the mornin’, man, the levee start to break.
Water come so quick, our clothes was all we could take.

Just a tiny crack, Lawd, then the river crashin’ through.
Just a little crack, Mississippi River pourin’ through.
Lawd, it happen so fast . . . there was nothin’ we could do.

She was headed for the schoolhouse
And she was wavin’ me goodbye.
She was headin’ for the schoolhouse
She was wavin’ me goodbye.
But now she lost somewhere. I can’t even hear her cry.

Water on the rooftops, Lawd, they’s water in the trees.
They’s water on the rooftops, and water in the trees.
I’m standin’ on the levee, water far as you can see.

I’m lookin’ for that schoolhouse
They say the water push it down.
I’m lookin’ for that schoolhouse.
They saw the water push it down.
That flood, it come so hard.
They say ev’rybody drowned . . .

Has anyone seen Mattie?
I lost her when the water start to rise.
Has anyone seen Mattie?

Has anyone seen Mattie? Has anyone seen Mattie?
Track Name: Borrowed Time
BORROWED TIME

Spencer Bohren, 2010

Snakes crawl at night, wild dogs howl in the moonlight.
The wind, it moans and whispers, just one hour past midnight.
Down here by the border, ain’t hard to cross the line.
But every dog has his day, and tomorrow is mine.

- REFRAIN -
Living on borrowed time, anyone can read the signs.
Living on borrowed time, but tomorrow is mine!

Everyone has a secret. You gonna reap what you sow.
I was born to good luck, but I’m standing on my tiptoes
‘Cuz the water is rising, and the night is deep.
I’m out on a limb and I can’t sleep.

- REFRAIN -

Could be the Devil’s dream, might be the Promised Land.
But when the River of Hope turns to a river of sand,
Heaven knows the ending. Please give me some kind of clue.
I work my fingers to the bone, but my heart is true.

For crying out loud! Read between the lines.
It’s now or never. It ain’t your fault or mine.
The road never ends, but it’s downhill from here.
This is the real deal, and there ain’t nothing to fear.

- REFRAIN -
Track Name: Take Me To Rampart Street
TAKE ME TO RAMPART STREET

Spencer Bohren 1997

Take me down to Rampart Street.
I want to be where they heard that beat.
On Rampart Street, man, they heard that beat!

That’s the place it all began.
Black to White and back again.
On Rampart Street, yes, they heard that beat.

-Chorus –
Work all day from can to can’t.
Sunday morning time to dance.
All day long they carry on,
Listening to that black snake moan!

Take Orleans to Congo Square.
Dance that Wild Bamboola, cher.
Cross Rampart Street, you’ll hear the beat.

Blue-black, Creole, Octaroon,
Everybody doing the do
On Rampart Street. Yeah, they stomp their feet.

Dancing on that sacred ground,
You hear that drum all over town
On Rampart Street, man, you feel the beat.

-Chorus –

Take me down to Rampart Street.
I want to be where they heard that beat.
On Rampart Street, man, they heard that beat!
Track Name: Blackwater Music
BLACKWATER MUSIC

Spencer Bohren, 2010

Blackwater music, turn your lamp down low.
We’re gonna take you where the wild things go.
‘Cross the Mississippi Bridge, take the river levee road.
Out here we don’t play “Dixie” no more . . .

Wild as a Holy Roller church hayride,
Down the Devil’s backbone to the hallelujah side.
Feel the backbeat stomp, hear the guitar slide.
Let the Holy Ghost boogie get heater hot tonight.

- Chorus -
You’ll be far from town
When you hear that sound.
Lawd, it shake the ground.
Turn your head around.

Twilight time at the midnight café
By the side of the tracks, ‘cross the old spillway.
Dance all night, then you sleep all day.
Stay too late, man, you’ll never get away.

- Chorus -

Let the spirit of the muddy river move your soul.
Shake it ‘til you break it, let the good times roll.
Moon going down, sky is black as coal . . .
It’s Saturday night until the church bells toll!

- Chorus -
Track Name: Your Love
YOUR LOVE

Spencer Bohren, 1981

I was a fool
Drinking and rambling
But then I met you, baby,
And everything changed.
You were so good for me.
Oh, you made me feel like something.
Yeah, and you lifted me!

The first time I saw you
I thought I was dreaming.
And you stole my heart
Just like a fairy tale.
I needed you
You and no other.
Ohh, and you lifted me!

- Bridge -
And I love you
Oh, oh, oh, ooh.
I love you . . . Yeah
‘Cuz you lifted me, yes you did,
Higher than I’d ever been before.

Now we’re together.
Each day’s a new morning.
I can feel the sunrise
Deep in my soul.
My life was empty
Before I found you.
Whoa, and you lifted me!

- Bridge -
Track Name: The Old Homestead
THE OLD HOMESTEAD

Spencer Bohren, 2008

The old homestead’s broken down.
Everybody’s moved to town,
But the leaves still turn to scarlet up the holler.
The garden’s filled with weeds.
It can’t meet nobody’s needs,
While the kids are chasing that almighty dollar.

Well, my sister’s on the coast,
And my brother’s making toast
In a diner somewhere out in Arizona.
Dad’s been gone a while,
But I can still see Mama’s smile
Thought she doesn’t recognize me anymore.

- Chorus -
And the wind blows through the trees.
Lord, it puts me on my knees
When I think of all the sounds that used to live here.
I’d give everything I have just to hear my Mom and Dad
Sing those old songs they used to sing together.

Me, I been rambling ‘round
Singing songs from town to town.
I never found a wife or made a dime.
But I love every mile, and the memories make me smile.
But it might have run its course, it might be time.

- Chorus -

Now the air is getting’ cold.
Must be time to hit the road.
There ain’t no place to sleep here anymore.
But if I had my way
I’d come back here and I’d stay
And listen to the birds sing every morning.

- Chorus -
Track Name: Listen To The Wind
LISTEN TO THE WIND

Spencer Bohren 2010

~REFRAIN ~
Listen to the wind – always the wind.
The truth is carried in the sage and the wind.
Can you smell the sage? Forever smell the sage.
You’ll smell the sage when you go down in the wind.

The soldiers will be falling all around you.
Your eyes, they will not see the way.
Your heart will be your only chance to find your way back home.
Listen to the wind, smell the sage.

Your father and his fathers before him
Burned the sage and listened to the wind.
Told them that the White Man was coming,
That life would never be the same again.

The White Man killed our men
Before they stole our land.
They had no right, they had the guns.
What could we do?
They treated us like dirt, but what really hurt
They poisoned everything they touched.
They’re still not through.

Your ancient Fathers’ land
Is your Fathers’ land no more
The sky is dark; even rivers will catch fire.
But they are near the end. Their land will poison them.
Their water will bring death instead of life.

But now their time is surely ending.
And their kind will never come again.
The Great Mother will tolerate them no longer
But there will always be the sage and the wind.

~REFRAIN ~