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Live: Bound for Glory

by Andrew McKnight

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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus
Cedars 04:31
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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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
Bad News 03:26
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 Bridge 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
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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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
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
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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus Outro
Ansel Adams 05:27
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 Chorus 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? Chorus 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 Chorus
These Shoes 03:39
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 Chorus 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 Chorus Break 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
Written by A. McKnight with a great group of kindergarten kids, 2012 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus
Wishing 04:06
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 Chorus 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 Chorus
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 Bridge 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
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 Reprise 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
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 Chorus 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 Chorus Intro 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 Chorus 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 Chorus Intro (Outro)
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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus Chorus
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 Chorus 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 Chorus Bridge 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 Chorus


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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 wvbr.org, 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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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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