Whenever I need to leave it all behind
Or feel the need to get away
I find a quiet place
Far from the human race
Out in the country
Three Dog Night
When you’re walking in the city,
And you’re feeling rather small,
And the people on the sidewalk,
Seem to form a solid wall
You’re gonna find me, out in the country,
Hey, you’re gonna find me, way out in the country,
Where the air is good, and the day is fine,
And the pretty girl, has a hand in mine,
And the silver stream, is a poor man’s wine,
In the country, in the country
Markley/Harris. Cliff Richard
Well, my fiddle was my daddy’s 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me close to his side
Said, live a good life, play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you’re a country boy
John Denver
Now my daddy was a music lovin’ man,
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol’ hands,
He’d lost two fingers in a chainsaw – but he could still play the violin!
And Mom played piana, just the keys in the middle,
And Dad played a storm on his three-fingered fiddle,
'Cause that’s all there was to do back there, folks,
except ta go downtown and watch haircuts.
Audubon – C. W. McCall
-“BB”-
Daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor)
me and little brother would join right in there
singin’ seems to help a troubled soul
Johnny Cash
Five of us and Mom working all day
We knew we could help her if our music would pay
Danny got Reuben to sell our song
And it really came together when Mom sang along
C’mon Get Happy - The Partridge Family
Yeah, the weeds were high, the corn was dry
When daddy took to drinking
Him and Sally Walker, they up and ran away
Then Momma shed a silent tear
And promised fourteen children
“I swear you’ll never see a hungry day”
O.C. Smith Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast,
Wond’ring how you’ll manage to feed the rest.
The Beatles
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
Elvis Presley
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Kingston Trio
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Death Cab For Cutie
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today… Aha-ah…
John Lennon
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby – written by Paul McCartney / performed by the Beatles
-“BB”-
'Cause you belong to the city
You belong to the night
Living in a river of darkness beneath the neon light
Glenn Frey
Hello, darkness, my old friend…
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
Sounds of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
Heart - These Dreams
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Patti Smith
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
Living in a river of darkness beneath the neon light
You were born in the city
Concrete under your feet
It’s in your blood, it’s in your moves
For a man of the streets
Glenn Frey
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In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To the river so deep
I must be looking for something
Something sacred I lost
But the river is wide
And it’s too hard to cross