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Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least i heard your bluebird sing.
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy,
I know you're long gone,
I guess it must be up to me.

If i'd thought about it i never would've done it, i guess i would've let it slide,
If i'd lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
Someone had to reach for the risin' star,
I guess it was up to me.

Oh, the union central is pullin' out and the orchids are in bloom,
I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume.
In fourteen months i've only smiled once and i didn't do it consciously,
Somebody's got to find your trail,
I guess it must be up to me.

It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch,
I'd just about convinced myself that nothin' had changed that much.
The old rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key,
Somebody had to unlock your heart,
He said it was up to me.

Well, i watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club,
I would've followed you in the door but i didn't have a ticket stub.
So i waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free,
When the dawn came over the river bridge,
I knew it was up to me.

Oh, the only decent thing i did when i worked as a postal clerk
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where i used to work.
Was i a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
You looked a little burned out, my friend,
I thought it might be up to me.

Well, i met somebody face to face and i had to remove my hat,
She's everything i need and love but i can't be swayed by that.
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be,
But she ain't a-gonna make me move,
I guess it must be up to me.

We heard the sermon on the mount and i knew it was too complex,
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty,
Somebody's got to tell the tale,
I guess it must be up to me.

Well, dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the thunderbird cafe,
Crystal wanted to talk to him, i had to look the other way.
Well, i just can't rest without you, love, i need your company,
But you ain't a-gonna cross the line,
I guess it must be up to me.

There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to estelle,
She's the one you been wond'rin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell.
We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history,
Somebody's got to cry some tears,
I guess it must be up to me.

So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime,
The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time.
And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property,
One of us has got to hit the road,
I guess it must be up to me.

And if we never meet again, baby, remember me,
How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody.
And the harmonica around my neck, i blew it for you, free,
No one else could play that tune,
You know it was up to me.

Bad news, bad news,
Come to me where i sleep,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Sayin' one of your friends
Is in trouble deep,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

Tell me the trouble,
Tell once to my ear,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Joliet prison
And ninety-nine years,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

Oh what's the charge
Of how this came to be,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Manslaughter
In the highest of degree,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

I sat down and wrote
The best words i could write,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Explaining to the judge
I'd be there on wednesday night,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

Without a reply,
I left by the moon,
Turn, turn, turn again.
And was in his chambers
By the next afternoon,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

Could ya tell me the facts?
I said without fear,
Turn, turn, turn again.
That a friend of mine
Would get ninety-nine years,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

A crash on the highway
Flew the car to a field,
Turn, turn, turn again.
There was four persons killed
And he was at the wheel,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

But i knew him as good
As i'm knowin' myself,
Turn, turn, turn again.
And he wouldn't harm a life
That belonged to someone else,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

The judge spoke
Out of the side of his mouth,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Sayin', "the witness who saw,
He left little doubt,"
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

That may be true,
He's got a sentence to serve,
Turn, turn, turn again.
But ninety-nine years,
He just don't deserve,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

Too late, too late,
For his case it is sealed,
Turn, turn, turn again.
His sentence is passed
And it cannot be repealed,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

But he ain't no criminal
And his crime it is none,
Turn, turn, turn again.
What happened to him
Could happen to anyone,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

And at that the judge jerked forward
And his face it did freeze,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Sayin', "could you kindly leave
My office now, please,"
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

Well his eyes looked funny
And i stood up so slow,
Turn, turn, turn again.
With no other choice
Except for to go,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

I walked down the hallway
And i heard his door slam,
Turn, turn, turn again.
I walked down the courthouse stairs
And i did not understand,
Turn, turn to the rain
And the wind.

And i played my guitar
Through the night to the day,
Turn, turn, turn again.
And the only tune
My guitar could play
Was, "oh the cruel rain
And the wind."

Sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna leave my lonesome home
And sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna hear my milk cow moan
And sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna hit the highway road
But then again, but then again, i said oh, i said oh, i said
Oh babe, i'm in the mood for you.

Sometimes i'm in the mood, lord, i had my overflowin' fill
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i'm gonna make out my final will
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i'm gonna head for the walkin' hill
But then again, but then again, i said oh, i said oh, i said
Oh babe, i'm in the mood for you.

Sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna lay right down and die
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna climb up to the sky
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i'm gonna laugh until i cry
But then again, i said again, i said again, i said
Oh babe, i'm in the mood for you.

Sometimes i'm in the mood, i'm gonna sleep in my pony's stall
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i ain't gonna do nothin' at all
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna fly like a cannon ball
But then again, but then again, i said oh, i said oh, i said
Oh babe, i'm in the mood for you.

Sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna back up against the wall
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna run till i have to crawl
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i ain't gonna do nothin' at all
But then again, but then again, i said oh, i said oh, i said
Oh babe, i'm in the mood for you.

Sometimes i'm in the mood, i wanna change my house around
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i'm gonna make a change in this here town
Sometimes i'm in the mood, i'm gonna change the world around
But then again, but then again, i said oh, i said oh, i said
Oh babe, i'm in the mood for you.

John brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore.
His mama sure was proud of him!
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.
His mama's face broke out all in a grin.

"oh son, you look so fine, i'm glad you're a son of mine,
You make me proud to know you hold a gun.
Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get,
And we'll put them on the wall when you come home."

As that old train pulled out, john's ma began to shout,
Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood:
"that's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know."
She made well sure her neighbors understood.

She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile
As she showed them to the people from next door.
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun,
And these things you called a good old-fashioned war.

Oh! good old-fashioned war!

Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come.
They ceased to come for about ten months or more.
Then a letter finally came saying, "go down and meet the train.
Your son's a-coming home from the war."

She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around
But she could not see her soldier son in sight.
But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last,
When she did she could hardly believe her eyes.

Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off
And he wore a metal brace around his waist.
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know,
While she couldn't even recognize his face!

Oh! lord! not even recognize his face.

"oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done.
How is it you come to be this way?"
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
And the mother had to turn her face away.

"don't you remember, ma, when i went off to war
You thought it was the best thing i could do?
I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud.
You wasn't there standing in my shoes."

"oh, and i thought when i was there, god, what am i doing here?
I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'.
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close
And i saw that his face looked just like mine."

Oh! lord! just like mine!

"and i couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink,
That i was just a puppet in a play.
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke,
And a cannon ball blew my eyes away."

As he turned away to walk, his ma was still in shock
At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand.
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close
And he dropped his medals down into her hand.

I got a wife and five little chillun
I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan
With Saro Jane
Saro Jane
Ain't nothin' to do
But to set down and sing
And rock about my Saro Jane

The boiler busted and the whistle squall
The Captain gone through the hole-in-the-wall
Oh Saro Jane
Saro Jane
Ain't nothin' to do
But to set down and sing
And rock about my Saro Jane

The engine give a crack and the whistle gave a squall
The engineer gone to the hole-in-the-wall
Saro Jane
Saro Jane
Ain't nothin' to do
But to set down and sing
And rock about my Saro Jane

Yankee built boats to shoot them Rebels
My gun's steady gonna hold it level
Saro Jane
Saro Jane
But to set down and sing
And rock about my Saro Jane

I got a wife and five little chillun
I'm gonna take a trip on the big McMillan
Saro Jane
Saro Jane
Ain't nothin' to do
But to set down and sing
And rock about my Saro Jane

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
I'm sure that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions.

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it.

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out the dark is beginning.

Can you please crawl out your window?
Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to.