RANDY TRAVIS
WIND IN THE WIRE
(Warner Bros 45319)
September 10/1993
Produced by Steve Gibson
Steve Gibson - guitar/mandolin/dobro
Billy Joe Walker, Cyril Pahinui - guitar
Mark Casstevens, Randy Scruggs - ac.guitar
Sonny Garrish, Bruce Bouton - steel/dobro
David Hungate, Martin Pahinui, Craig Nelson - bass
Eddie Bayers, Lonnie Wilson - drums
Glen Duncan, Rob Hajacos - fiddle
John Jarvis, Gary Prim - keyboards
Charlie McCoy - harmonica
James Pahinui - ukulele
Dick Tunney - accordion
Vocals:
Karen Taylor Good, Bergen White, Willie K, Dennis Wilson, Curtis Young
1.
DOWN AT THE OLD CORAL
(Roger Brown - Luke Reed)
« © '93 Songs Of Windswept Pacific, BMI / Famous Music, ASCAP »
It seems no matter how far I may roam
Like some ol' tumbleweed my thoughts go tumblin' back home
In mem'ry I recall those simpler times
And a way of life I never left behind
Down at the old corral just sittin' watchin' the sun go down
Oh how I'm wishin' that I could be there now
Down at the old corral
I remember everything I ever heard
Like how to judge a man's true worth by how he keep's his word
That saddle wisdom never seemed to end
Everything I need to know I learned back then
Down at the old corral just sittin'...
[ fiddle ]
Down at the old corral just sittin'...
Down at the old corral down at the old corral
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2.
COWBOY BOOGIE
(Robert Blythe)
« © '93 Judith Music, BMI »
Well he swings in a saddle he's a real gone cat
With his spanish spurs and his buckaroo hat
His camps in an old log shack way back in the sticks
He loves ta tie 'em down and burn their hide
And there ain't no rough string he can't ride
But cuttin' the rug is how he gets his kicks
He does the cowboy boogie the cowboy way
The cowboy boogie come a ti i youpy youpy yi i youpy youpy ya
So it's adios to his old payoose
And down the road to turn it loose
At an old dance hall he cuts a gal now straight
Spins her sideways through the herd
He's bucking like he's being spurred
Twistin' and rockin' like a bronc comin' outta the gate.
He does the cowboy boogie the cowboy way...
[ fiddle ]
Well he swings in a saddle he's a real gone cat
With his spanish spurs and his buckaroo hat
A tree frog walkin' fool he ain't no dude
The Fred Astaire of hill and range
Two parts cool and one part strange
He's the best out west at any Elvis tune
He does the cowboy boogie the cowboy way...
He does the cowboy boogie the cowboy way...
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3.
BLUE MESA
(Roger Brown - Luke Reed)
« © '93 Songs Of Windswept Pacific, BMI / Famous Music, ASCAP »
Blue Mesa land of the Sioux and Crow
Blue Mesa no matter where I go
You will always be home sweet home to me Blue Mesa
Moonlight shines as purple shadows fall
Silence broken by the lonesome coyotes call on
Blue Mesa land of the Sioux and Crow...
Herds of buffalo graze peacefully
I can almost hear those black hills calling me to
To Blue Mesa land of the Sioux and Crow...
Ridin' high above the prairie floor
With every passin' day I swear I love you more
Blue Mesa land of the Sioux and Crow...
[ fiddle ]
Blue Mesa land of the Sioux and Crow...
You will always be home sweet home to me Blue Mesa
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4.
MEMORIES OF OLD SANTA FE
(Roger Brown - Rick Peoples)
« © '93 Famous Music, ASCAP / BMG Songs, ASCAP »
As blue shadows fall across the canyon walls
The cattle are quiet and still
Dusty sore and tired I build myself a fire
As a full moon peaks over the hills
A blanket for my bed a saddle for my head
I'll sleep but in my dreams I'll stray
Back across the miles to where my darling smiles
In mem'ries of old Santa Fe
Adios mi corinyo she told me that day
As I kissed her softly and then rode away
Now I lie beneath the stars without her in my arms
So lonesome and so far away
But each night I go back there in my dreams and in my prayers
And in mem'ries of old Santa Fe
Adios mi corinyo...
[ dobro ]
She's waiting there I know but for now all I can hold
Are my mem'ries of old Sata Fe
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5.
ROAMIN' WYOMIN'
(Roger Brown - Luke Reed)
« © '93 Songs Of Windswept Pacific, BMI / Famous Music, ASCAP »
I'm roamin' Wyomin' dreamin'
Of your chestnut hair and eyes of sparklin' blue
So I keep roamin' Wyomin'
And hopin' that my roamin' leads me home to you
I left Aberdeen on a cattle drive last spring
I was just another hand ridin' through the old bad lands
There was dust and there was mud there was sweat and there was blood
But after all this time you still prey upon my mind
I'm roamin' Wyomin'...
Sleepin' on an old bed roll eatin' beans and sourdough
The days are lonely and they're long I'm wonderin' why I hired on
We round 'em up and move 'em out as I point my saddle south
This big Wyoming sky sure is blue and so am I
I keep roamin' Wyomin'...
I keep roamin' Wyomin'...
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6.
WIND IN THE WIRE
(Stewart McDougall - David Wilkie)
« © '93 DCW Publishing, BMI / Bumstead Production, ASCAP »
I'd been ridin' fence all day way up on the summer range
Found a place to make my bed as the evening shadows spread
Beyond the campfire light through the stillness of the night
Came the call of a coyote choir and the song of the wind in the wire
As it strummed the rusted strings it sang of long forgotten things
Many moons and many suns of the real Americans
When the arrow and the bow stopped the reigns of buffalo
And the call of the coyote choir and you know the song of the wind in the wire
[ guitar ]
As the ghostly balladeer hypnotized me I could hear
Bugle calls and battle cries broken promises and lies
The spirits of the plain still sing their sad refrain
And the call of the coyote choir and the song of the wind in the wire
Spirits of the plain still sing their sad refrain...
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7.
OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL
(Traditional)
« © '64 Writer Share, PD »
Well come along boys and listen to my tale
I'll tell you bout the troubles on the ol' Chisholm Trail
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
I started up the trail October twenty-third
Started up the trail with the U-2 herd
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle
Started out punchin' them long horn cattle
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
With my seat in the saddle and my hand on the horn
I'm the best dang cowboy that was ever born
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
[ fiddle ]
It's cloudy in the west and lookin' like rain
And my danged old slicker's in the wagon again
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
The wind began to blow and the rain began to fall
And it looked like we were gonna lose 'em all
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
No chaps no slickers and it's pourin' down rain
I swear I'll never night herd again
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
I cripple on my horse and I don't know how
Roping these long horn U-2 cows
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
[ fiddle ]
Well I went to my boss to draw my roll
And the boss had me fugured nine dollars in the hole
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
Well me and the boss we had a little spat
So I hit him in the face with my ten gallon hat
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
The boss said to me well I'll fire you
Not only you but the whole darn crew
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
I'll sell my horse I'll sell my saddle
And you can drive all your long horn cattle
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
[ fiddle ]
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a ti yi youpy youpy yea
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8.
PANIOLO COUNTRY
(Marcus Shutte)
« © '93 Royal Coachman Music, ASCAP »
Places I have been cities I have seen
With concrete canyons risin' from the ground
Miles and miles of asphalt trail stretch across the land
Stampeding metal ponies leaving smoke along the way
Going back to Paniolo country stars at night no city lights
Paniolo country my home on the range
I made up my mind won't waste any time
Went back to where the clouds ride high
Take my word its pretty not like the great big city
The winds still bring cool clear mountian air
Going back to paniolo country raindrops fall the grass grows tall
Paniolo country my home on the range
Places I have been cities I have seen...
Going back to Paniolo country...
Paniolo country raindrops fall the grass grows tall
Paniolo country my home on the range
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9.
HULA HANDS
(William Beasley - Dorothy Beasley - J.T. Adams)
« © '93 Shelby Singleton Music, BMI »
Lovely hula hands graceful as a bird in motion
Riding like the dove over the ocean lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ea
Lovely hula hands telling of the rain in the valleys
And the swirling winds over Na'Pali lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ea
I can feel the soft caresses of your hula hands
Your lovely hula hands
Every little move expresses so I'll understand
All the tender meanings
Of your hula hands fingertips that say Aloha
Say to me again I love you lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ea
I can feel the soft caresses of your hula hands...
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10.
BEYOND THE REEF
(Jack Pitman)
« © '57 Quartet Music, ASCAP / Range Road Music, ASCAP »
Beyond the reef where the sea is dark and cold
My love has gone and my dreams grow old
There'll be no tears there'll be no regretting
Will she remember me will she forget
I'll send a thousand flowers where the trade winds blow
I'll send my lonely heart cause I love her so
Someday I know she'll come back again to me
Till then my heart will be beyond the reef
I'll send a thousand flowers...
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