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Star of the County Down
01:53
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Instrumental
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Washoe Pines
03:52
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WASHOE PINES ©2013 Pete Watercott
A picture of a young girl smiling on the cabin wall,
And a cowgirl and a cowboy she drew when she was small
A young girl’s vision of the love she’d someday find
Hearts beat in rhythm and rhyme beneath the Washoe Pines.
Two hearts beat in rhythm and rhyme beneath the Washoe Pines.
Embroidered cowgirl shirts, hand-painted neck ties
A washed out and rocky road to a Pa Ra home up in the sky.
Keep your sweetheart memories alive.
Whispers the silent snow drifting deep beneath the Washoe Pines.
Whispers the silent snow drifting deep beneath the Washoe Pines.
Sometimes she hears him in the wind when the Washoe Zephyr blows
And he’s calling out to her in a voice so soft and low.
Walking hand and hand through the open spaces
They stood together for preservation.
Be kind, but never soft, draw the line.
Like the full moon shining down through the Washoe Pines.
Like the full moon shining down through the Washoe Pines.
Sometimes she hears him in the wind when the Washoe Zephyr blows
And he’s calling out to her in a voice so soft and low.
Never ending or beginning it’s life’s circle turning
These old bones keep dancing, and this old world keeps spinning round.
She touches an empty pillow at her side
As the sun rises once again above the Washoe Pines.
And the sun rises once again above the Washoe Pines.
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3. |
Yellowstone
03:37
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Yellowstone © Pete Watercott
When I close my eyes I see Flathead and Sioux,
Nez Perce, Blackfeet, Shoshone, and Crow
Razor sharp obsidian points on their arrows
Racing through the air off their Big horn bows.
Lewis and Clark sought a west ward course
No, they never journeyed up to the Yellowstone source
John Coulter traded on the Yellowstone and Snake
First White man to see the great Yellowstone lake!
Chorus:
This vision of freedom is something I share
With the bison and the elk and the grizzely bear
Just knowing there’s a place still wild and strange
I’m returning with the wolf to the Yellowstone range.
First came the trappers and the fur traders
Next prospectors searching for gold
Maps were drawn up by the fortune seekers
Far and wide the great mystery told
Jim Bridger talked of a fantasy land
Where hell bubbles up from the steaming sands
Rivers run so fast, their bottoms get hot
Hard to believe what is real and what’s not.
Chorus:
The Hayden Expedition was federally funded
Back in the year 1871
They brought along artists and with photographs
Proved the wonders of Yellowstone to everyone
Just a year later, Ulysses S. Grant
Serving as our 18th president
Dedicated Yellowstone to be set apart
Making it the world’s first national park
Chorus:
The jewel in the crown of our national treasure
Where bison will roam and the deer and elk play
To honor this gift given by our ancestors
Preserved for the children of some distant day.
Chorus:
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4. |
Rainbow Maker
03:36
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Rainbow Maker ©2009 Pete Watercott
Rainbow maker paint me a rainbow
From your pallet colors flow
When you touch your brush to paper
Give me a quiet place to go.
Into the heart of the mountains
Down into some canyon deep
A place of peace and natures beauty
To sweeten dreams as I sleep.
Rainbow maker please remind me
Of the beauty in my world
So many times I feel blinded
By all that’s wrong and I can’t control
Each and every day that I’m tested
In a world where souls are sold
Come again to reassure me
Even storm clouds are lined in gold.
Rainbow maker never leave me
I’ll never let your colors fade
Truth and beauty give life meaning
The promise of a brighter day
And as I walk through autumn forests
Lakes reflecting pastel skies
I know that you’ll be right beside me
To help me see with my own eyes.
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5. |
Used Pants
03:36
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6. |
Freedom Blood
05:14
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7. |
Only Johnny Knows
03:28
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ONLY JOHNNY KNOWS © Pete Watercott
Johnny’s locked up in the county jail
For driving and drinking and raising hell
He had a fight with Betty Lou, and it didn’t end well
Johnny’s locked up again in the county jail
Mamma’s gone on down to the jail alone
Try to make the bail and bring Johnny back home
But it’s Johnny’s third offense, his third DUI
So there ain’t no bail, only prison time.
Chorus:
Only Johnny knows, only Johnny knows what’s inside his head
Only Johnny knows, only Johnny knows where Johnny has been.
Johnny was a sports hero, back when he was in school
This whole town would cheer as he ran to the goal
But when he graduated there were no jobs around
So Johnny joined the service, that’s how Johnny left town.
They sent him off to fight in the Mideast wars
Semper Fi, U. S. Marine Corps
Home on leave to visit, we’d ask “How did it go?”
He’d say it’s just like home, without the Navaho.
Chorus:
Johnny’s one and only love was Betty Lou
They’d been real close since Grammar School
They kissed and she cried when Johnny went away
He promised to return to marry her someday
Betty Lou kept busy writtin’ Johnny letters
Hopin’ in her heart things would turn out for the better
Every word she wrote Johnny would savor and save
Her letters in the pack that he carried every day.
Chorus:
But then in Fallujah, Johnny’s unit was pinned down,
They were hit with an incoming RPG round.
Three men died, the blast hammered Johnny’s brain
He survived with a soul filled with guilt and shame.
When Johnny came back home he didn’t say much,
I’d see him driving on the levee in his pickup truck
There wasn’t anyone to help Johnny find his way
So many miles from the nearest VA
Chorus:
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8. |
If I Could
04:16
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IF I COULD Words and music by Pete Watercott c 2004
If you’re lonely and in need of a friend,
If you’re waiting for someone to reach out their hand,
Someone to care, someone to share,
To sing a hymn that might change bad to good.
I would sing you that song,
If I could.
When the world seems filled up with hate,
We feel cornered by fear, with no hope to escape,
A song should reverse the course of the curse,
And leave the beauty of life understood,
I would sing you that song,
If I could.
So many songs have been written for love,
Somehow it just don’t seem right.
In a world that’s gone crazy,
I keep hoping that maybe,
Someday, someone gets it right.
I listen to the music that speaks,
Of the glorious day when all battles will cease,
Children will grow, well nourished, they’ll know,
To respect, honor all as we should,
I would sing you that song,
If I could.
So many songs have been written for peace,
Somehow, it just don’t seem right.
Our world is violent and crazy,
I keep hoping that maybe,
Someday, we can all see the light.
When dreamers can hold on to their dreams,
And as lovers embrace, and hold each other close,
Then the whole world, it seems,
Lies between you and me,
And we’re free on this ground that we stood,
I would sing you that song,
If I could.
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Desert Comes Back to Life Pete Watercott 2017
Chorus:
Just like Lazarus, the desert come back to life,
Just like Lazarus, the desert come back to life,
That bad ole drought went so long
Left the earth parched and dry,
Just like Lazarus, the desert come back to life!
The skeletons of plants, like bones bleached in the sand,
The skeletons of plants, like bones bleached in the sand,
Now they’re burstin with new growth,
Wild flowers paint the land,
The skeletons of plants, and now they’re green and grand.
She rabbit to the He rabbit, time for bunny love,
She rabbit to the He rabbit, time for bunny love,
There is so much lush green bunny food,
Thank the lord above,
She rabbit to the He rabbit, time for bunny love.
Roadrunner racing by, he likes to eat and run,
Roadrunner racing by, he likes to eat and run,
Just a moment you will see him,
Blink and he is gone,
Roadrunner racing by, he likes to eat and run.
Rattlesnake samba dance, they like that shaker sound,
Rattlesnake samba dance, they like that shaker sound,
When you hear that rattle
It’s best to look around,
Rattlesnake samba dance, they like that shaker sound.
L.A. City Man, he don’t know what to do,
L.A. City Man, he don’t know what to do,
First he take all the water
Now it just might drown him too,
L.A. City Man, he don’t know what to do,
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10. |
The Roads I've Traveled
04:31
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THE ROADS I’VE TRAVELED Pete Watercott 2011
As I look back on all the roads that I have traveled,
Smooth asphalt highways, dusty windin’ gravel.
I’ve laid my track all across the map,
But when I need to rest and hang my hat,
It seems like I keep on comin’ back.
A humble little town, north of the Mojave,
Where the streams tumble down from the mountains high above.
She lay in California, beneath the skies of Nevada,
Basin and Range, this land that I love.
Spirits in the wind, Petraglyphs in the canyon,
Where a watercress spring reflects a blue topaz sky.
I hear a laughing grackle, far off in the bramble,
Sunlight through swallowtail wings as they fly.
Sunset on the mountains, long shadows cast,
They look soft as satin beneath a jeweler’s glass.
But I know they are rocky, I know they’re dry and hard,
I’m feeling mellow, waiting for that first star.
Nighttime in the desert, I lay out my bedroll,
In an ocean of stars, a blinking plane crosses slow,
Or I might be in that airplane, headed somewhere,
Gazing down into the darkness wondering who is below.
Toss my ashes on the lone prairie,
May this home on the range be where you’ll always find me.
Where the high sierra crest meets the deepest valley,
Let me ride my old Paint with a cowdog beside me.
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11. |
Jerusalem Ridge
02:43
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Instrumental
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