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Celia WOODSMITH

HEY MAMA

At The End of The Day

C. Woodsmith

 

So you want to go to heaven

Every day

Stay outta trouble

Keep a good name

 

You want salvation

Be forever free

Keep your soul from misery

 

Don’t you despise

those who don’t follow

the creed you learned

the creed you follow

 

you will not fly

on wings of hate

you will crumble underneath the weight

 

And you say that you know the truth

And you say that’s what gives you the right to exclude

But when you’re deep down in your grave

At the end of the day

 

At the end of the day

We do not separate

X3

 

 

So you wanna go to heaven

Hold you’re head high

When you’re walkin down the street

You pass me by

 

Think to yourself

That I’m bound for hell

So you’ll never wish me well

 

But if you’re down

On your luck

Who will help to pick you up

 

Just the person

that you condemned

compassion can come from an unexpected end

 

And you say that you know the truth

And you say that’s what gives you the right to exclude

But when you’re deep down in your grave

At the end of the day

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bull Woman Blues

C. Woodsmith

 

Hitchin’ baby

Hitchin’ south

Hop a freight train take me to the mouth

Of the river delta

That’s where I’ll get away from you

Well if you aint gonna treat a woman right I’ll show you

 

You hit me once, I said alright

Hit me two times I’m leavin in the night

Yes you hit me twice

You son of a bitch

I’m leavin baby, I’m starting out to hitch

 

I see you runnin

By the tracks

Face against the window

Honey come back!

Well I’m leavin baby,

Any way you make it

I’m strong as a bull baby you’re just a snake

 

I took your money

Your guitar,

Threw all of your clothes out into the yard

Yes I’m leavin baby any way you make it

I’m strong as a bull baby, you’re just a snake

Sweet Low Song

C. Woodsmith

 

A sweet low song

I’ve been singing all day long

I didn’t know the tune

Before I met you

 

A sweet low melody

Had me whispering

The words I didn’t know before

I met you

 

And it rises with the breath in my body

Its beat is that in my chest

And its soft like the way you touch me

lingering as it comes to rest

 

This sweet low mood

Has made me come to you

To sing with me

to start improvising

 

A sweet low song

I’ve been singing all day long

I didn’t know the tune

Before I met you

 

And it rises with the breath in my body

Its beat is that in my chest

Soft like the way you touch me

lingering as it comes to rest

 

 

 

 

Whiskey Bayou

C. Woodsmith

 

Sweet swamp

Musty smell

Crouched low, too high for hell

 

Whiskey Bayou , Trickle low

Blue Heron, No one Knows

 

Let it out

Let it in

My hot breath

laced with sin

 

Whiskey Bayou Let me see

The snakes between the cypress knees

 

If I’m gone to bayou

Don’t look for me

I am gone from this life

To eternity

 

Lay in the water

Look above

Let my body

mix with the mud

 

Whisky Bayou

Never tell

Which way I went

Heaven or hell

 

Footsteps walkin to the bayou

Never coming back, I’m never coming back

If you see me walking to the bayou

Say a prayer to my back