Paroles:
Guitare Joan Baez

: (B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where

: (Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the

: (Joe Henry) I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would

: (Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the

(Gillian Welch/David Rawlings) Caleb Meyer, he lived alone In them hollarin' pines Then he made a little whiskey for himself Said it helped pass the

(Joe Henry) I might just change my mind Sometimes you can never tell Where a story will unwind How deep is the shallow ground Sometimes you would never

no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness

(Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the martyrs

(Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans