Live: Bound for Glory

by Andrew McKnight



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Recorded Nov. 8, 2015 during the 49th season of Bound for Glory! This show captured a great show during his nearly 8,000 mile odyssey in the Odyssey through 12 states, during his appearance on the venerable "Bound for Glory" radio concert in Ithaca NY. Producer Phil Shapiro and his crack broadcast crew caught the warmth, humor and energy of Andrew with an intimate audience in high fidelity, and we are delighted to share it with you. Whether you are a longtime fan of Andrew's work, or recently discovered him for the first time (perhaps on this tour!), you'll want to have this concert to enjoy time and time again.

"Live: Bound for Glory" is about 91 minutes, features 16 songs and numerous stories and anecdotes, some of which are captured for the first time. Four of the songs are unavailable on any of Andrew's studio recordings - "One More Year (A Farmer's Prayer)", "By a Craftsman's Hand", "Guitar Man" and the "Kindergarten Love Song (Love Makes the World Go 'Round)". This is the first recording of Andrew's solo dobro version of "Chemical Voodoo", and his native American flute improvisation that segues into "Wishing" is given its own track and title for the first time - "Catalooch", a Cherokee word meaning roughly "waves of mountains without end". Also include never-before released live versions of "Ansel Adams", "Cedars" and "Count Your Blessings" (all from "Something Worth Standing For").


released January 1, 2016

"Bound for Glory" is broadcast on WVBR and, Ithaca NY, from 8-11pm most Sunday evenings when Cornell University is in session. The show is hosted and produced by Phil Shapiro.
Engineer: Terry Kelleher
Assisted by: Dave Rice, Ted Robinette
Friends of Bound for Glory: Jim Harper, Levana Taylor
Post-production: Dustin Delage
Photos: Dave Rice



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Andrew McKnight Lincoln

Nationally-acclaimed singer/songwriter and guitarist celebrates rural America, weaves masterfully crafted songs, humorous stories and poetic drama into a musical soundscape sketched with shades of Appalachia, tasteful slide and jazzy blues, feisty anthems, and rustic folk. 5 solo CDs heard on many public & community radio, plus NPR "Art of the Song" & "River City Folk" and XM/Sirius. ... more


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Track Name: Western Skies (with intro)
Words and music by A. McKnight, 1999©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Climbing on this big jet plane, headed into, a western sky
if I had a rearview mirror, that's how I'd pass the time
looking back on, leaving I've done, should be old hat by now
do I want too much, lingering touch, did I hold her too long

Eighteen hundred miles, from the Chesapeake to this Great Divide
Eighteen hundred miles, separate me from the truth inside
and I am lonesome, lonesome under western skies

Verse 2
Drive these roads that long ago, echoed with hooves, Arapaho
and as I pass these ranches I almost feel their ghosts riding along
never cared for, conquistadors, plundering mountains for gold
so please don't fear, I haven't come here, to prospect for love or reward


Verse 3
50 West, beckons like an old friend, leading me to, parts unknown
and I draw gallons of cold comfort, knowing this road, can lead me home
is it my heart, missed her from the start, or just thin air getting to my head

Track Name: Cedars
Words and music A. McKnight, 2007©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
The unmarked blacktop winds back in time,
remembered ways I've known and left behind
the signs have changed but the way is clear
it's been so long since I've been here

Memories point past that sycamore tree
make a left where the Miller's red barn used to be
the gravel gently gives beneath my wheels
and I remember how it feels

A rusted tractor rests among the cedar trees
a pause between the past and what's to be
ten thousand houses don't leave any space
this was home, when this was a different place

Verse 2
These windows watched three generations grow old
silent statue stands to times long ago
when they say you can't go home again, I know what they mean
I still see those fields of green


Verse 3
Now open red clay wounds weep every time it rains
castles grow instead of acres of grain
I wonder if those kids will know where food comes from
and if someday they'll ask where we have gone
Track Name: Bad News
Words and music A. McKnight, 1999©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Telephone rings, pulse picks up the beat,
got no explanation for, my rising body heat
guess I'm, expecting bad news

Verse 2
My least favorite words, are "we gotta talk"
they're usually followed by, a long and lonesome walk
cause' I'm, expecting bad news

When the mailman comes, let the dog run loose,
I won't shoot the messenger but, delivery refused
call me irrational, but I won't lie to you
cause' I'm, expecting bad news

Solo (over bridge)

Verse 3
If you've got issues, I don't want to know
here's some advice for you, just pack them up and go
you can keep those letters coming, call me if you choose
but keep your secrets, if you're bearing, bad news,

I just, can't take no more bad, news
Track Name: One More Year (A Farmer's Prayer)
Words and music A. McKnight, 2010©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Coffee’s hot, though it’s not yet dawn
Autumn geese, call out their winter warning song
Seeds I’ve sown stand 6 feet tall, waiting in that morning sun
Fertilized with pain and prayers that this day would come

Verse 2
These rolling fields, rich with soybeans, wheat and corn
A treasure chest, most every year since I was born
Cycles of the seasons, and the rhythms of the dirt
If we can’t make it work no more, I can’t tell you how that’d hurt

So give me, one more year before I have to face the facts
Our golden days they ain’t never coming back
There’ll still be food on your table, but will you know where it comes from
When my farm on down the road, is up and gone

Verse 3
The winter wind, each year gets harder on my bones
Can’t blame my sons, plant roots in, nice suburban homes
That real estate agent, each Christmas at my door,
Each year I close it wondering, if I can take much more


Verse 4
a gamblin' man, knows the odds before he rolls
but farmer’s plans, are acts of faith that take their tolls
begging of the bankers, pleading with the bureau man
or taking checks for fattening hogs, ain’t living on the land
Track Name: Chemical Voodoo
Words and music A. McKnight, 1998©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
The moon sweats with fever, wet with clouds blood red
in a dark patch of bayou swamp, where angels fear to tread
pipes long forgotten, from beneath refineries
and chemical voodoo, hangs like heat from hell
the swamp keeps dark secrets, cause no one’s returned to tell, of chemical voodoo

Verse 2
the legends come in whispers, his name they will not speak,
one night his pirogue vanished, in a thick tangle of cypress trees
that he met his Maker, that much is certainty
cause’ chemical voodoo, hangs like heat from hell
the swamp keeps dark secrets, cause no one’s returned to tell, of chemical voodoo

Verse 3
the halo of the factory lights, cannot penetrate the trees,
the air dank with evil, the wind blows like disease
under eyes of industrial skies, so far from St. Evangeline
it’s chemical voodoo, hangs like heat from hell
the swamp keeps dark secrets, cause no one’s returned to tell,
it’s chemical voodoo
Track Name: How High the Mountain
Words & music A. McKnight, 1999©Catalooch Music, BMI
A cappella Chorus
How high is this mountain, that I've fallen down
how far have I tumbled to be here
how long must I climb, to see sweet sun again
out of this valley of despair
Instrumental intro
Instrumental verse

Verse 1
How heavy is the cross, that I'm bound to bear,
how long an uphill march lies ahead,
how will I keep my heart, from turning to stone
lift my face to the light instead

Mandolin Verse
Harmonica Verse

Verse 2
How far must I roam, to find the Promised Land,
how many miles more to Calvary
how many lonesome nights, til I find my star
set my course straight and true again
Track Name: Ansel Adams
Words & music A. McKnight, 2007©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Will there be another Ansel Adams, American original
sculptor of shadow and light
will another have the patience, to await the perfect moment,
when the elements and angles are just right

Verse 2
Ansel Adams was no hero, cursed with pride and foible,
but like any Einstein you find, take everything you can
seraphim of film and format, wizard of the lens,
freezing magic in a frame of stone and sand

In a range of light a gentle man revealed his heart
showed us treasures God in plain sight hid
and in a sacred setting, shutter clicking on the wind
let us see like Ansel Adams did

Verse 3
A moment is so precious, in our hurry rush-rush lives
seems the only way to save it, is hang it over the TV
our modern generation, focused on the destination,
is it still a thing of beauty, if we move too fast to see?


Verse 4
I'm a man who chases shadows, been known to talk to ghosts
and I strain to hear echoes of the past
his reflections in still waters, spires soar into the sky
all remind me that this heartbreak will not last

Track Name: These Shoes
Words & music, A. McKnight 2006©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
In the darkness, in the desert
searchlights glare, and there's gunshots and shouting but
somehow I slipped by, only God knows why,
the trucker dropped me at the Arkansas line

Verse 2
Where I come from, is where the drugs run,
and the men come with money and lust
for honest living, I hope God's forgiving,
for I left my family for this one chance at hope

And I, have dreams just like you
If I, let you walk in these shoes
would you be here

Verse 3
Scars and scratches, chemical rashes,
no one trusts me to do more than clean but,
I've got secrets, I've learned English
someday the name on the door will be mine



Verse 4
For all the politicians, state their positions,
collecting campaign cash to build a wall behind them but
I do work you won't, dirty jobs you don't,
and all I ask is the right to be human

Chorus twice
Track Name: Kindergarten Love Song (Love Makes the World Go 'Round)
Written by A. McKnight with a great group of kindergarten kids, 2012
Everybody needs to give a little love, everybody needs to get a little love,
everybody wants to have a little love, that makes the world go round

Verse 1
all of the babies, need a little love
all the kindergarten, need a little love
all of the big kids, need a little love
that makes the world go round


Verse 2
all of the parents, need a little love
all the grandparents, need a little love
all of the animals, need a little love

Track Name: Catalooch (Native American flute improvisation)
Track Name: Wishing
Words & music A. McKnight, 2003©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Condor soars, on outstretched wing,
from that altitude I bet you'd see a lot of funny things
red rock low, neath desert skies
I hope way up there's a place where our souls collide

Verse 2
Gravity, it holds me down,
keeps my orbit safe and low enough to ease the blow when I hit the ground
while angels dance, and prophets laugh
this flightless rustic poet stumbles blindly down the path

In the blinking eye where dreams take flight
it's deafening in the quiet under these restless stars so bright
if I wish on their falling light
I'd wish I didn't need to make a wish tonight

Verse 3
Whooping crane, his joyful dance
he's so unaware of all the perils of his new romance
with one wing high, one leg kicks
as ten thousand fathers before guide his way through this

Track Name: Count Your Blessings
Words and music, John Rickard & A. McKnight
2001©Short Hill Music and Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Count your blessings, don’t count your gold
don’t need money, when you’re lying cold
you can’t buy your way, into heaven I am told
count your blessings, don’t count your gold

Verse 2
Count the good deeds, that you’ve done
lend your hand, to help someone
Saint Peter’s got his list, he’s checking everyone
count the good deeds, that you’ve done

instrumental over verse

In spite of all your troubles, all you need is on your back
believe in all your blessings, don’t worry bout all you lack

Verse 3
Count on Jesus, to be your friend
stick with you, right to the end
he’ll be by your side no matter how you’ve sinned
count on Jesus to be your friend

instrumental over bridge

Verse 4
Count the lessons, you learn each day
let them guide you, show you the way
follow the word, you won’t go astray
count the lessons, you learn each day

Repeat Verse 1
Track Name: By a Craftsman's Hand
Words & music by A. McKnight, 2015©Catalooch Music, BMI
arrangement A. McKnight, Lisa Taylor, Les Thompson, and Stephanie Thompson
Verse 1
I have been a sturdy tree,
growing strong for a century,
with roots and branches, rings and burls,
but I want to see the great wide world,
I want to see the great wide world

Verse 2
Sheltered creatures great and small,
bound to Blue Ridge mountain tall,
I listen to my branch birds sing,
of what I'd see if I had wings,
what I'd see if I had wings

Verse 3
All must meet the saw or storm,
and tumble to the forest floor,
with smooth cuts sanded, shaped and stained,
by a craftsman's hand I'm born again,
by a craftsman's hand I'm born again

Verse 4
I've been given singing strings,
and tone like a church bell rings,
now I travel across this land,
I found my voice in your hand,
I found my voice in your hand

I have been a sturdy tree,
growing strong for a century,
with roots and branches, rings and burls,
now I'm off to see the great wide world,
I'm off to see the great wide world
Track Name: The Road to Appomattox
Words & music A. McKnight, 1999©Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Grew up on our mountain farm, down Nelson County way,
wish I'd live to see it again, but that is not my fate
for on my 16th birthday war marched all around our land
I joined Virginia's volunteers, and Robert Lee's command

Verse 2
Two days passed upon the march towards Yankees and the front,
I knew my trusty rifle, the difference was the hunt
we smashed into their backside up Loudoun County way
I'll not forget three boys in blue, I sent to early graves

On the road to Appomattox,
where bullets whine like bees, cut blossoms from the trees
on the road to Appomattox.
turned boys into men, men into memories

Verse 3
We fell back from Gettysburg, with calloused feet and heart
saw most of my company fall, in Pickett's cursed charge
Winter spent on Valley farms, with little food or warmth
hellfire came with spring advance and the smell of burning corn


Verse 4
Perilous nighttime retreat, the fall of Petersburg,
the city burned around us, the Federals charging hard,
I heard them call the chaplain, they heard me call on God,
whate'er reward awaited me, was not far off

Verse 5
There were battles won on both sides, the history books confirm,
but no one ever wins at war, the last loser asks for terms

Intro (Outro)
Track Name: Guitar Man/Bill Cheatham
Words & music A. McKnight, 2011©Catalooch Music, BMI; "Bill Cheatham" (instrumental, public domain)
Verse 1
A man rolled into town one day, in a beat-up Chevrolet,
said "My name is Luther Jones, and I came here to play,"
he pulled the case out of his trunk, and tuned up where he sat,
and while he sang his fingers danced, like fireworks on the frets

He's a guitar man, wood and steel strings ringing
guitar man, love that song you're singing
guitar man, I want to know what you know
would you play us one more tune, before it's time to go

Verse 2
He fingerstyled the Cannonball, then flatpicked "Soldier's Joy",
slid from Robert Johnson's blues, right into "Red Haired Boy",
a crowd of people gathered round, the bills filled up his case,
now and then he'd nod his thanks, a smile up on his face


Verse 3
My Martin's kept me company, almost a million miles,
from town to town and stage to stage, kept going by your smiles,
times are tough all over, yet somehow we still get by,
so check your trouble at the door, 'cause now it's time to fly

Track Name: Dancing in the Rain (encore)
Words & music A. McKnight, 1995©Catalooch Music/Waves of Mountains Music, BMI
Verse 1
All my years I’ve lived here, it’s the only way I know
run the family farm with the grace of God above and the fertile soil below,
summer’s gone eleven weeks, of searing stormless choke
fifty thousand dollars worth, of dreams going up in smoke

Verse 2
Sacrificed another field today, to keep the other’s growing
had to sell my milking cows, to keep the bankers going away
that line of clouds across, the skies
might bring the winds of death, or raindrops to my eyes

My wife she’s out there dancing, in her checkered kitchen dress
droplets running down her brow, and her blond hair’s getting messed
Iowa can be a place where fertile famines drink
this year just poured life down from the brink
and I’m dancing in the rain

Verse 3
Before today my luck had gone, a hard left towards the worst
enough to make an honest man think a farmer’s life is cursed
remembering tales on my granddad’s knee, of soil that sprouted wings
it’s taken thirty years for me, to appreciate these things

Heard it on the radio, Dakota wheat fields won’t survive
my cousin Jack up there will find some way to stay alive
Mother Nature’s fickle ways might someday do me in
but I’m on my knees, in gratitude, cause it’s raining

Verse 4
Next year we might stare at this, same mess right in the face,
this old white house and apple trees, keep me fighting for this place
facing up to troubles that, my children might not know
when you’ve got your generations on, the farm all in a row