THE MYSTIC COWBOYS: Flyin' With A Broken Wing

The Mystic Cowboys

Flyin' With A Broken Wing

© 2004 Nightshelf Music Publishing (634479489372) (format: CD-R)

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A mixture of country, rock, dakota folk and a hint of blues; Neil Young, Willie Nelson and John Prine thrown in a blender.

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Political, emotional, spiritual, edgy, hopeful, spirited, inspired, mystical, thought-provoking, a living contradiction, Americana, consisting of styles using shades of country/rock/folk/blues and gospel.

The Mystic Cowboys is an eclectic group of various artists spanning a couple of decades and always led by the tunesmith, Dan Johnson. If you like most of what's playing endlessly on the current radio charts, you'll probably hate this original stuff.

Following are the lyrics for this CD:

***Serendipity
I was a restless boy catching crawdads
Didn’t even realize the world was sad
Before that Freebird had flown
Before I was out on my own

I met old Waylan in ‘76
I must have learned some of them tricks
Right before that freebird had flown
I was fixing to head out on my own

I never heard of serendipity
Shadows of the past have been talking to me
A long time since the Freebird’s flown
I’m still out here on my own

I was a restless boy catching crawdads
Didn’t even realize this world was sad
If you’re going through Hell keep going
That’s what Winston Churchill said

***Sound of this Town
This hot day is almost into sundown
The wind sends it’s own goodbye
I don’t know why
I’m smiling in spite of all this running ‘round
Guess it’s because I like the sound of this town
Well the river separates the memories
And the wheat dances for harvest moon
And it’s too soon to understand if I’ll even be around
But you know I like the sound of this town
Well the children laugh so free and easy
With the lemonade for only half a dollar
And the collar on the local preacher man
Is white against the farmer tan so brown
Lord knows I love the sound of this town

When the moon melts into the morning
Gather all you would like for the road
And the load is lonely and you hear the rooster crow
At the edge of town
Don’t cry you’ll ruin the sound of this town
Don’t cry your lonely sound of this town

***Little Brother
Little brother, I still worry about you
You learned how to fly and to run
When you fall from up high with a broken wing
Call for me I’ll show you how to run again

Little brother I still love the way you color
You don’t stay between the lines that’s alright
But don’t fight the soft light of the melancholy days
Just look my way; I’ll show you how to laugh again
Though I’m older you are bolder than I’ll ever be
Don’t you dare quit on me ‘cause I am still your big brother
Don’t forget that

***Girl Down in Dixie
Well you were my change of season
Waiting on a warmer sky
Trying to figure every reason
And ascertain the where’s and whys

One thing I’m sure of is confusion
Despite all that I’m feeling fine
So hey, hey girl down in Dixie
My sun is setting in Mountain Time

I got spun out in Printer’s Alley
I was holding back my lies
Truth came to me in your arms
And reflected in both our eyes

One thing I’m sure of is confusion
Despite all that I’m feeling fine
So hey, hey girl down in Dixie
My sun is setting in Mountain Time

So save a kiss if you want me
Let it go west on the wind
And if you fly east over that big sea
Look at the Blue Mountains
and remember your friend

One thing I’m sure of is confusion
Despite all that I’m feeling fine
So hey, hey girl down in Dixie
My sun is setting in Mountain Time
So hey, hey girl down in Dixie
My sun is setting in Mountain Time
You are the change in my season
I was waiting on a warmer sky

***Callin’ My Maker
Calling to my maker
Help me get on down that road

Call my dear old mother to tell her I’m coming back
Well I hope she ain’t gone up yonder
While my train ran off the track

Callin to my maker help me get on down the road
Callin to my maker help me get on down the road

There’s a woman claims she loves me
I wonder if she’ll cry for me
Somewhere up above me
I pray that there’s a space for me

Oh whiskey took all my smiles and surely poisoned my blood
I’ve searched so many miles I’ve forgotten where I stood

I’m calling to my maker help me get on down the road
I’m calling to my maker help me get on down the road

I’m calling to my maker help me get on down the road
I’m calling to my maker help me get on down the road
Calling to my maker help me get on down the road

***The Way You Look at Me
The way you looked at me
Stirs waters deep down in my soul
Puts me under your control
The way you look at me
The way you look at me

See the lightening hear the thunder
Smokey eyes bring me under
The way you look at me

Hold me soft then hold me tight
I need you so bad tonight
If my morning sun
Oh it should not come
I pray last thing that I see
Is the way you look at me

There’s angels up above me
Dance in your eyes and I see my love
The way you look at me
The way you look at me

Stirs waters deep down in my soul
Gets me underneath your control
The way you look at me

***Las Vegas
In this land of decadence in the arms of razor fence
Between the desert and the cactus the devil set up practice
The innocence only give up half before the replications of the golden calf
The true addicted leave it all; the math against them brings a fall
Well it’s glamorous, promiscuous and oh so obvious,
Welcome to Las Vegas

There’s a girl dancing from your town she used to drag the boys around
She’s a big thing now on the Strip but her nose has got a cocaine drip
She could be a mom anywhere if you took the lights from her hair
She has baby names underneath her breath but most nights she’s just scared to death

Well it’s glamorous, promiscuous and oh so obvious,
Welcome to Las Vegas

Martin had a magic show but his heart made his hands too slow
He drives a shuttle to the airport dreams of owning a fishing resort
He going back to the Northern before his pace maker just up and breaks
I think he’s going to be alright if he don’t die at the next stoplight

Well it’s glamorous, promiscuous and it’s oh so obvious,
Welcome to Las Vegas

Well it’s glamorous, promiscuous and oh so obvious, it’s always obvious
Welcome to Las Vegas
Welcome to Las Vegas

***The Distance
When you’re lost out west
And the place you like the best is in the distance
And the things you need ain’t down the path you lead
But in the distance
Follow the sun and get back on course
Saddle up boys and get on your horse
Go the distance
Hey cover the distance

When you get back east in the zone you like the least
Go the distance
The boys out there they never treat you fair
You learn the difference
Follow the sun and get back on course
Saddle up and get on your horse
Go the distance
Go the distance

That woman that really loves you
She might be thinking of you
In the distance
So you’re riding the wind
She might love you once again
In the distance

Follow the sun and get back on course
Saddle up boy get on your horse
Cover the distance
Hey go the distance
Hey go the distance

***Somewhere in Another World
Somewhere in the other world
Someone’s looking down
See my wheels going around and round and round
Now I’ve broken wings before I learn to fly
Want to take an axe and chop a piece out of the sky

Old man cookie giver
Can’t remember his name
Before my time he handed me my name
Somewhere in the other world
He’s waiting for his son
He’s keeping track of all the things I’ve done

God has your number
I’ts written on your face walk your own path
Before it’s too late
Somewhere in the other world someone looking down
See my wheels going round and round and round
Somewhere in the other world
Oh somewhere in the other world

***She Ain’t My Friend
I met a girl
Hell I’d met her before
Can’t remember when
Must have been a couple years in
Down in Nashville
A glaze over my eye
Now once again
Well now I met her again

But she ain’t my friend
Well she ain’t my friend
But she drives me wild
She ain’t my friend
Well she ain’t my friend
She sure drives me wild

Snow and white misery
Dreams that don’t go away
You find yourself lost
In the middle of another day

You don’t reckon why
And you don’t reckon when
One thing you’re sure of
Is she’ll come up again

But she ain’t my friend
She ain’t my friend
But she drives me wild

She ain’t my friend
She ain’t my friend
But she sure drives me wild

She ain’t my friend
Ah she ain’t my friend
She sure drives me wild
She ain’t my friend
She ain’t my friend

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