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
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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
Celia WOODSMITH