Chinatown

Chinatown
2003
  1. (© Ford)

    The way your mind works
    Drivin' so fast, carving your way
    Through the city

    Well you can't tell me
    You get what you want
    You've figured it out
    And yer just fine

    Cuz you're talking to yourself
    You don't hear a thing
    And all history unfolds before you
    But you shut your eyes
    But you shut your eyes
    It's not happening
    We all grew up and
    We fend for ourselves
    And we fend for each other
    We fend for each other
    Sometimes

    But you keep on racin' and runnin'
    Like something is chasing you
    Like something's gonna get you
    Well something's gonna get you someday

  2. (© Townes Van Zandt)

  3. (© Ford)

    Took a walk in my neighborhood
    It was two in the morning
    By the skytrain station

    The streets were full of junkies and homeless
    And they all wanted something
    They all wanted something

    And what am I supposed to do?
    There are too many of you
    Too many of you

    Give some change, look you in the eye
    Say that I too am human, I could easily be you
    Easily be you

    Don.t we all hover between apathy and compassion
    Fill up all our days with so much distraction
    Makes it easier to see what we don't want to

    But we all live here
    We all live here
    We all live here don't we?

  4. (© Ford)

    I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship
    Out on the sea
    None of my loves
    Floating wild come back to me
    So I write you a letter, I'll write you a letter
    With this here pen
    Don't make me wait, don't make me wait
    Cos I'm your friend

    I'm in love with the garden
    That is down the street
    And the earth is a warm thing under my feet
    And the earth is a warm thing under my feet

    Oh long streams of light
    Lift me, from this dirty town
    Cuz I'm losing stain, soak me yeah with rain, rain, rain, rain

    I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship
    Out on the sea
    And all these clouds flying by so fast
    Well they confuse me
    And the long leaves in the tall trees
    Pale in the sunshine
    And I was twistin' and turnin'
    In the cool sheets past bed time

    Plant me in the garden
    Don't you let me roam
    Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
    Plant me in the garden
    Don't you let me roam
    Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
    Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
    Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
    Plant me in the garden
    Don't you let me roam
    Cuz love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
    Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone
    Love is a feeling like a warm dark stone

  5. (© Parton)

    Out in the trees, dirt on our knees
    We laid him down forever
    And on that hill there it was still
    As in the ever after

    He lays his rest we knew it best
    To lay him down so gently
    And now he sleeps where moss does creep
    And no more is he with me

    The birds did cry, and so did i
    To think of life so lonely
    And in their song, I heard it long
    What sadness, and what beauty

    Your friend is gone, but you live on
    In life you loved him fully.
    But now little streams and forests dream,
    And All is made more holy.

  6. (© P.D., arr. Ford/Klein)

    Well i ain't gonna marry
    Neither settle down
    I'm gonna sit right here
    'Til i tear this barrel house down

    Ain't no use a weepin' and there ain't no need to cry
    Because you got a home
    Just as long as i got mine

    Well i loves you baby
    And i'll tell the world i do
    I don't love nobody
    In this whole round world but you

    Did you get that letter
    Mailed in your backyard
    Well it's sad what they said
    But your best old friend had to part

  7. (Traditional. arr. © Holland/Parton/Ford/Klein)

    Well who’s gonna shoe your pretty little foot
    Who’s gonna glove your hand
    Who’s gonna kiss your red ruby lips
    And who’s gonna be your man

    Is that you Reuben
    Is that you Reuben
    Where have you been so long? X2

    Well papa’s gonna shoe my pretty little foot
    Mama’s gonna glove my hand
    Sister’s gonna kiss my red ruby lips
    And I don’t need no man

    Well I don’t need no man, no
    I don’t need no man
    Sister’s gonna kiss my red ruby lips
    And I don’t need no man

    Well the longest train that I ever saw
    It was 90 coaches long
    And the only man that I ever loved
    He was on that train and gone

    Chorus

    Oh where’d you get that hat you wear
    And that coat you got so fine
    Well I got my hat from a railroad man
    And my coat from a worker in the mine

    Chorus

    Well Reuben made a train and he put it on the track
    Run it to the lord knows where
    Reuben made a train and he put it on the track
    Run it to the lord knows where

  8. (Traditional arr. © Ford)

    Oh there is a house in New Orleans
    They call the Rising Sun.
    It's been the ruin of many young poor girls
    And God I know I'm one.

    My mother, she was a tailor, yeah yeah
    She sewed my new blue jeans
    My father, he was a gamblin' man
    Down in New Orleans.

    I got one foot on the platform, yeah
    The other foot on the train
    I'm going back to New Orleans
    To wear that ball and chain

    Oh mother please tell your children, oh yeah
    Not to do what I have done
    Go and spend their lives in sin and misery
    In the house of the Rising Sun.

    Now the only thing a gambler needs
    Is a suitcase and a trunk
    And the only time he will be satisfied
    Is when he's all drunk.

    Oh there is a house in New Orleans.
    They call the Rising Sun.
    It's been the ruin of many young poor girls
    And God I know I'm one.

  9. (© Ford)

    If I wanted to say to you
    That I wanted to see your face again
    That I want to hear you laughing
    In spite of all the damage I've done

    If I wanted to hear you talkin'
    Or to hear your sense of things
    Or to call you up on a Sunday morning
    In spite of all the damage I've done

    Well I broke up our home and left you nowhere to run
    Yes I broke up our home and left you nowhere to run

    i.m living out my days away
    I think you understand that I could not stay
    But I like to hear you laughing
    In spite of all the damage I've done
    In spite of all the damage I've done

    Well I broke up our home and left you nowhere to run
    Yes I broke up our home and left you nowhere to run

  10. (© Parton)

    Some blues are just blues, mine are the lonesome blues
    Some blues are just blues, mine are the lonesome blues
    All the birds flew south for the winter
    Left me these lonesome blues

    My baby left me, hitched a train down south
    My baby left me, hitched a train down south
    I still taste his kisses
    Like candy in my mouth.

    I wish i had wings, just like an aeroplane
    I wish i had wings, just like an aeroplane
    Fly down, find my baby. never be lonesome again.

  11. (Traditional arr. © Ford)

    Well in my time of dying
    I don't want nobody to moan
    All i want my friends to do
    Come and fold my dying arms

    Well, well, well so i can die easy
    Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

    Won't you meet me Jesus, meet me
    Won't you meet me in the middle of the air
    And if these wings should fail me lord
    Won't you meet me with another pair

    Well, well, won't you meet me Jesus
    Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

    I'm going on down to the river
    Stick my sword up in the sand
    Gonna shout my troubles over lord
    I done made it to the promised land

    Well, well, well i done crossed over
    Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

    Ever since i've been acquainted with jesus
    We haven't been a minute apart
    He placed the receiver in my ear
    Threw religion in my heart

    Well, well, well i can ring up my Jesus
    Jesus gonna make up my dying bed

  12. (Traditional arr. © Parton)

    I wish, i wish my baby was born
    Sittin on her mama's knee
    But you, poor girl are dead and gone
    And grass is growing over thee.

    Oh i'm not no saint, no i never shall be
    Til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree
    Still i hope that the day will come
    When you and i will walk as one.

    I wish i wish my baby was born
    Sittin on her papa's knee
    But you poor girl are dead and gone
    And grass growing over thee.

  13. (© The Be Good Tanyas)

    Instrumental

  14. (© P. Rowan)