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Deloris I Enjoy filling good about listening to Music ..Especially this one song.. It Always puts me in a Good mood.. What else can i say .. I LOVE IT!!! And i just had to have this one song .."Beautiful" Thanks Andrew ... Hope to "Enjoy" More in the future... Keep It coming!!!! You All are Awsome!!!! "Deloris K" , Florida, Favorite track: Atchafalaya.
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Words & music A. McKnight, ©1995 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 Take me out coach, put another better man in Can’t wear this uniform, can’t keep up with this runnin’ There’s another suit in line, walkin’ through the door Shiny briefcase in his hand, an unsuspecting corporate whore Verse 2 Ah they pay me well, that’s for sure, but let’s set the record straight A balding fat man in a tie, well that’s someone else’s fate I don’t know where it went wrong but this ain’t how it’s supposed to be I put my faith in God and the shade of this old Magnolia tree Chorus Can’t keep running all the time, like some assembly line This way of life ain’t mine, it ain’t where I come from Gotta get it out by five, this ain’t no way to stay alive I’m gonna ditch this jive, where I come from Verse 3 Do the suburban commute, hey that guy’s got a laptop at the wheel Ain’t it funny how a cell phone makes the millions deal Reengineer, downsize, do whatever it takes You keep on keepin’ on, I’ll keep reaching for the brakes Chorus Lead Verse 4 I’m going to get back to my roots, rediscover what I’m worth Worship father sky and love my mother earth Chorus This ain’t how it’s supposed to be, it’d be a tragedy, if my kids turned out like me This is what I believe, and it’s what I must achieve
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1993 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 There's a tan young man on an old John Deere, he's got 600 acres dried up this year, got a long way to go to his first cold beer tonight, A young girl's waitin' at the 5 and 10, in a flowered sundress with her hair in the wind, that she don't have a lover seems like such a sin to me Verse 2 Louie's got back from the military, he's got a tattoo to show his whole family, week later they found his car wrapped round' a tree, bless me Chorus It's six in the evening on a Saturday night on the streets of my hometown, the radio's playin' the same song we heard all summer long down that old quarry road, you ain't missing nothin' but you still miss it all cause it still is home to me Verse 3 There's a cold wind blows in October time, and the leaves blow cross' the county line, and folks think back to a better time of life, Everyone came to watch the home team play, lost the football game on Thanksgiving Day, then the whole town met in the church to pray for luck Chorus Guitar lead Verse 4 Used to be they'd work in the mill, til the cows came home, til the clock stood still now they sit on the curb gettin' drunker still all day Main Street looks just like it did, except the stores all closed and the lights are dead, but I can still see it etched so clear in my head today Chorus Chorus
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1995 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch 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
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1995 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 Driver, is this the bus that goes to Nashville, I’ve seen you drive through town, a couple dozen weekends now Driver, one way ticket, no make it round trip, I bet you’ve seen a lot like me, with a guitar, and a pocket full of dreams Verse 2 Driver, can we stop in some small town, so I can call my wife, let her know that we’re all right and Driver, I hope God is riding with you, cause these Appalachian roads are dark, and there’s many miles to go Chorus Baby better leave the porch light on, don’t know how long I’ll be gone, you know this business is all about, how Music City spits ‘em out and makes you crazy Verse 3 Driver, can I bum a cigarette, no thanks, I don’t smoke but just the same, it’d sure feel good in my veins Driver, are those the lights there in the distance, those buildings sure look tall and I’m feeling mighty cold Chorus Lead Verse 4 Darling, wake up, cause you’ve been dreaming, and talking in your sleep, tell me of these demons that you keep Baby, how could I be such a fool, to think that I have this gift to turn music into gold Chorus
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1993 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 If I was a cat, I’d sleep all day til I tired of it, If I was a cat, in a sunny window sill I’d sit If I was a cat, I’d play in the morning til it’s time to quit, if I was a cat Verse 2 If I was a cat, I’d whine and meow when the ground was froze If I was a cat, I’d wash that spot in between my toes If I was a cat, I’d curl up by the fire when the cold wind blows, if I was a cat Chorus Feline dreams and strings to bat, and a full dish between to keep me fat, and there’s nothing in my head nothing wrong with that, f I was a cat Verse 3 If I was a cat, I’d hiss and spit when the dog came near If I was a cat, I’d kick those mites right out of my ear If I was a cat, I’d fill all the mice full up with fear, if I was a cat Verse 4 If I was a cat, chase crickets in the sun til I’d had my fill If I was a cat, I’d bounce off the walls and take a spill If I was a cat, I would eat the meat and spit out the pill, if I was a cat Chorus Chorus
On the Beach 02:24
Election Day 05:35
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1993 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 I see the candidate, upon my TV show, running for the power play I see their faces, on every street lamp on my street, staring at the people of my hometown They’re standing on the stage, like puppets in a show, they call each other names just like schoolboys do The only character I see is in the roles they try to play, in a script the media man wrote Chorus Mommy will it rain, on election day, will I get lucky, will it turn out good for me Someday I’ll be rich enough, to buy election day, but right now I’m too poor, to pay the price Verse 2 The stage is set and the cameras flash as the actor makes his way, ruler of the mediaocracy Pulitzer puppets dance their jig with the doctorers of spin, yin and yang in great conspiracy Someone wrote democracy in America, where all the people have their say but all we get are politicians, blowing in the wind, they’re all so spineless anyway Chorus Bridge Chorus Chorus
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1994 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 Johnny walks by the railroad tracks in the blazing valley sun, dawn to dusk, he works his plow just as hard as anyone, Sandy lives on the edge of town in a stone house on the hill, senior sweethearts, young and in love, and it feels like they always will Every year when the corn gets high he’ll be working in the fields, this summer it’s not the same because, change is on their heels Chorus 1 She’s wrapped in his heart tonight and it feels like it’s forever, they’ll find true love on the banks of the Shenandoah River, the full moon glows so bright but they don’t know it fades away, cause tomorrow that demon named loneliness is coming their way, Verse 2 College came and sororities seemed like Sandy’s brand new life, graduation in the top of her class and became a lawyer’s wife, suburban ways and Mercedes are a long way from this town Johnny’s heart lies planted deep beneath this fertile valley ground Every year when the corn gets high she never sees these lands, and every summer Johnny harvests solitude she planted in his hands Chorus 2 She’s far from his heart tonight and she’ll probably be forever, he sits all alone on the banks of the Shenandoah River, the full moon burns so bright and it never goes away, cause that demon named loneliness lives with Johnny every day, Lead Verse 3 Johnny looked up from his crops one day to see an old familiar sight, a long lost love in the edge of the field in a dress of lily white Every year when the corn gets high they’ll be working on their lands, harvesting love from seeds of sorrow that, they planted with their hands Chorus 3 She’s back in his heart tonight and they know that it’s forever, rediscovering lifelong love on the Shenandoah River, the full moon glows so bright though they know it fades away, cause that demon named loneliness has found somewhere else to stay,
Gatlinburg 04:33
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1995 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 An old man now I’ve grown to be, but here’s the simple truth, the story of my life played out while I was but a youth My family farmed these hollers since, my great-great-grandpappy, lived here in these misty woods with the last of the Cherokee Verse 2 First loggers came with big machines, tearing up the earth, took Appalachian hardwood trees, for all that they were worth Ripped coves and balds alike, took all the land would give, left us with a few cold coins, and no place left to live Chorus The moon sets slowly on the west, bringing darkness to this life and all the rest, Lord these mountain ways must end, when the last coach out of Gatlinburg is goin’ round the bend Verse 3 The federal government took my land, in 1921, to make a national park here in the home of the Cherokee sun, Tourists came from New York town, in finery and pearls, staring at these hazy slopes and the barefoot hillbilly girls Chorus Bridge No place left to go, but a government house with the flatlanders, and the politicians throwing stones, to claim the triumph first Lead Verse 4 Now I’m not much ‘ginst wilderness, in fact I’d like some too, just give me back my rundown shack, that’s all I ask of you My homestead lies 2 exits down, this old 4-lane highway, paved over by a strip mall with a Smoky Mountain name Chorus Chorus
Atchafalaya 04:10
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1994 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 Atchafalaya, won’t you marry me, we could run like the devil, to the deep blue sea we could mix and mingle, we could dance in time, oh Atchafalaya, won’t you be mine Verse 2 Don’t mind the big muddy, I’m-a workin’ on it too, spread my wide shoulders, across the great bayou see the gators baskin’, lying in the sun, oh Atchafalaya, you are the one Chorus Hey there Mr. Mississippi, what’s your line raisin’ cane in N’Awlins, and runnin’ all the time Verse 3 Atchafalaya, make a break with me, we could boil like gumbo, and laugh in the heat levees fall like oak trees, when I flex my might, oh Atchafalaya, won’t you be mine Solo Chorus Verse 4 Atchafalaya, just like the good old days, afore they straightened my wanderin’, and refineries came I don’t need no coaxin’, cause the time has come, oh Atchafalaya, you are the one slip over the levee, get ready to run oh Atchafalaya, you are the one
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1994 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 When I was a youngster, I’d top this treeless hill and look out on this valley where, the lights of town grew still and sneak back through the orchard, just to pocket apples sweet, enjoying moonlit silence on my, deserted boyhood street Verse 2 We were just 8th graders when, the music got too much, spending every waking moment with a guitar’s gentle touch and we would form a band and make it big, and everyone would say I remember when those guys, were kids who couldn’t play Chorus It seems like things should never change and they never will, and Jen’s still waiting tables down at Rizer’s Bar and Grill the 5 & 10 still sells you stuff you’d barely use, but things a kid like me would be, heartbroken to lose good things come to those who wait, might be my turn to go I’m still the boy you used to know Verse 3 we survived the turbulence, and turmoil of high school I sat at our junior prom, staring at you like a fool and I was so in love with your elegance and grace not knowing two years later that, you’d wear a mother’s face Bridge I’m fondly reminiscing bout, those bars we used to prowl, a bunch of us old boyhood friends, staring at the moon to howl, and I might be so lucky, just to spend the night with you, and later recognizing all, the hurt I put you through Verse 4 I still watch the sun set, but now it’s over Blue Ridge hills it seems the things I’ve left behind, are with me even still and you might hear my songs on, the big-city radio just remember that that voice is still the boy you used to know Chorus good things come to those who wait, I hope you see it’s so I’m still the boy you used to know
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1992 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 I met an old man, late one grey winter day, took the name of Patrick McGuire, I smelled he'd been drinkin', probably many long years, his eyes glowed red like a fire He pulled out his pipe and sat down on the bench, I thought I'd hear him out for awhile, Though his life was a shambles, t'weren't always that way, 'fore he'd left his beloved emerald isle Chorus 1 Singing hi-ee-i-oh, I'll find my pot of gold, an American car and a four-bedroom home hi-ee-i-oh, sure as I'll kick the booze, there ain't no way I'm gonna lose, there ain't no way I'm gonna lose Verse 2 He'd had three grown up sons who'd all done him proud, in the old land they'da gone far, But he grieved for the daughter, Aileen he'd lost, twas her memory he took to the bar, He'd had a fine wife name of Katie Marie, who stood with him for thirty-odd years, But as an old man his drinking, brought her deep shame, finally left him with memories and tears Chorus 2 Singing hi-ee-i-oh, there'll be streets paved with gold, where there's plenty to eat and there's plenty to hold hi-ee-i-oh, sure as I'll kick the booze, there ain't no way I'm gonna lose, there ain't no way I'm gonna lose Instrumental Release Verse 3 A couple of weeks past, I stopped round by his stone, in St. Paddys amongst thousands more, Alas t'were no gold streets in the life that he'd led, Patrick McGuire'd lost his own war Chorus 1 Chorus 2
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1990 Waves of Mountains/Catalooch Music, BMI Verse 1 Headed for the mountains and the cool country air, riding on the wind just like a song, a lover and a friend beside me in simple harmony, travelling through the forests tall and strong, the city brings me pressures, that I must escape, my feet get cold and lonely, every time I wake I could bring you roses on a winter's afternoon, and you could sit beside me and brighten up the room, what else would a man want to do, on a weekend in the country with you, Verse 2 Lying by the firelight, and basking in the glow, Mother Nature warming to our songs, Just give me an old guitar and your splendid company, we'll make sweet loving music all night long, two hundred miles of highway, can't bring me fast enough, to the peaceful northlands, when the times get rough, and I might be a fool with more to say than I should, but with your arms around me I'm feeling awful good, what else would a man want to do, on a weekend in the country with you, Instrumental Release Verse 3 Underneath the moonlight my heart is beating strong, someone out there somewhere must have known it all along, what else would a man want to do, on a weekend in the country with you.


"a touch of traditional ... country ... Celtic ... contemporary ... In that sweet spot, McKnight combines them all to spin his magic"
Folk and Acoustic Music Exchange

“a distinct and refreshing voice ... very enjoyable.”
All Music Guide

“An impressive debut filled with mature, confident songwriting and tight musicianship”
Norwich Bulletin
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The debut CD from one of the nation’s most promising “story songwriters” introduced folk fans around the world to Andrew’s literate stories and vivid imagery, all wrapped in his smooth expressive tenor and standout guitar playing.

Traveler features some of Andrew’s best-loved songs, including “Dancing in the Rain” about the plight of an Iowa farm family (and the first recording with his two friends who would join forces years later to form Dang Varmints!), a love song from the Old Man Mississippi to his lady love “Atchafalaya”, and “Magnolia Tree” detailing his own escape from corporate America. Other highlights include “Highland County Romp” a gorgeous guitar duet with virtuoso Seth Austen, the old-time/folk tinged “Gatlinburg”, and the gentle small-town country/Americana feel of “Still Home to Me”.


released August 1, 1995


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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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