The Waiting

written by Tom Petty 
© 1981 Gone Gator Music (ASCAP)
 
Oh baby don't it feel like heaven right now
Don't it feel like something from a dream
Hey I've never known nothing quite like this
Don't it feel like the night might never be again
Baby we know better than to try and pretend
Honey, no one could've ever told me about this
I said yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
 
The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith
You take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part
 
Well yeah you might've chased a couple women around
Oh all it ever got you is down
Yeah then there were those that made me feel good
But never as good as I feel right now
Baby you're the only one that's ever known how
To make me want to live like I want to live now
I said yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
 
The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you get one more yard
You take it on faith
You take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part
 
Oh, don't let it kill you babe
Don't let it get to you
Don't let it kill you babe
Don't let it get to you
I'll be your bleeding heart
I'll be your crying fool
Don't let this go too far
Don't let it get to you
 
(guitar break)
 
I said yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
 
The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you get one more yard
You take it on faith
You take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part
 
The waiting is the hardest part
 
(mandolin break)
 
It's the hardest part
It's the hardest part
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Electric and Acoustic Guitars,
Electric and Acoustic Mandolins:  Dean Parks
B-3:  Robbie Buchanan
Bass Guitar:  Bob Glaub
Drums & Percussion:  Jim Keltner
Background Vocals:  Carl Jackson, Herb Pederson

Walk On

written by Matraca Berg, Ronnie Samoset 
© 1990 Patrick Joseph Music Inc/ Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (ASCAP) 
 
Oh no, here we go and there you go again
When we disagree you leave when you don't win,
Honey now,
Sidewalk, baby talk, don't get it with me no more
Next time around the block
You go by my door baby
 
Walk on till you're gone away
Walk on till you find some day
Oh honey
Good-bye goes a long long way
So, so long
Walk on
 
Good-bye, baby cry, till you're singing the poor boy blues
This time I don't mind if you're shining your walking shoes
Fresh ink in the pen, your papers are ready to sign
They'll both be waiting for you when you walk by baby
 
Walk on till you're gone away
Walk on till you find some day
Oh honey
Good-bye goes a long long way
So, so long
 
Walk on till you're gone away
Walk on till you find some day
Oh honey, good-bye goes a long long way
So, so long
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Fiddle: Alison Krauss
Electric and Acoustic Guitar: Dean Parks
Bass Guitar: Bob Glaub
Drums: Russ Kunkel
Background Vocals: Carl Jackson, Herb Pederson
 

High Sierra

written by Harley L. Allen 
© 1995 Coburn Music/ Silverhill Music (BMI)
 
I've been higher than the high sierra
Lower than death valley must be
I've been right, mostly wrong
Wrong about you, right about me
 
The way I feel, can't explain
So much passion turned to pain
The sun still shines most of the time
Did you know the sun shines when it rains
 
I've been higher than the high sierra
Lower than death valley must be
I've been right, mostly wrong
Wrong about you, right about me
 
I've been cussed and I've been praised
And I've been nothing these days
I'll come back, time will see
If I'm wrong about you, right about me
 
I've been higher than the high sierra
Lower than death valley must be
I've been right, mostly wrong
Wrong about you, right about me
Wrong about you, right about me
Wrong about you, right about me
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Mandolin: David Grisman
Acoustic Guitars: Carl Jackson, Mark Casstevens
Pedal Steel Guitar: Ben Keith
Acoustic Bass Guitar: Roy Huskey, Jr.
Drums:Larry Atamanuik
Background Vocals: Claire Lynch, John Ronstadt
 

After the Gold Rush

written by Neil Young 
© 1970 Cotillion Music / Broken Arrow Music (BMI)
 
Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming
Sayin' something about a queen
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree
 
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
There was floating on the breeze
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the Twentieth Century
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the Twentieth Century
 
I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky
 
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like I could cry
I was thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
 
Thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie
 
I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones
 
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
To a new home in the sun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
To a new home
 
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Acoustic Piano, Helen Voices, String Synthesizers: Robbie Buchanan 
Glass Armonica: Dennis M. James
Arranged by Linda Ronstadt
Orchestra arranged by Linda Ronstadt and David Campbell
 
The Skywalker Symphony Orchestra
Conducted by David Campbell
 
Trio Vocals: Valerie Carter, Emmylou Harris, Linda Ronstadt
 

The Blue Train

written by Jennifer Kimball, Tom Kimmel
© 1988 Colgems-EMI Music/
Sweet Angel Music/ Morisette Music/ Criterion Music (ASCAP)
 
Watching the long faces
Riding this run down track
And the lost places
From a dream that never brings them back
And the sad truth is
Nothing but a cold hard fact
 
I'm riding the blue train
Over the miles yet to cover
A ghost in a hurry to fade
I'm taking it one way to nowhere
Afraid you might be there
To find me inside this blue train
 
Counting the burned bridges
Trailing this rusted wreck
As our back pages
Scatter in the dust we left
Like a pearl necklace
Falling from around my neck
 
I'm riding the blue train
Over the miles yet to cover
A ghost in a hurry to fade
I'm taking it one way to nowhere
Afraid you might be there
To find me inside this blue train
 
Away down the low road
A ticket to an empty room
A rendezvous unknown
 
I'm riding the blue train
Over the miles yet to cover
A ghost in a hurry to fade
And I'm taking it one way to nowhere
Afraid you might be there
To find me inside this blue train
 
I'm riding the blue train
Over the miles yet to cover
A ghost in a hurry to fade
I'm taking it one way to nowhere
Afraid you might be there
To find me inside this blue train
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Keyboards: Robbie Buchanan
Acoustic Guitar: Mark Casstevens
Electric Guitar: Dean Parks
Pedal Steel Guitar: Ben Keith
Bass Guitar: Leland Sklar
Drums & Percussion: Jim Keltner
Background Vocals: Emmylou Harris, Linda Ronstadt
Arranged by Linda Ronstadt
 

Feels Like Home

written by Randy Newman 
© 1994 Randy Newman Music (ASCAP)
 
Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself in your arms
There's something in your voice makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life
 
If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've felt so low
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done
 
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
 
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
 
A window breaks down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see through the dark there's light
 
If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
If you know how happy you are making me
I've never thought I'd love anyone so much
 
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
 
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
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Acoustic Piano & B-3: Robbie Buchanan
Electric Guitar: Dean Parks
Acoustic Guitar: Mark Casstevens
Mandolin: David Grisman
Bass Guitar: Leland Sklar
Drums: Jim Keltner
 
The Skywalker Symphony Orchestra
Arranged and Conducted by: David Campbell
Background Vocals: Emmylou Harris, Linda Ronstadt

Teardrops Will Fall

written by E. V. Deane
© 1985 Lored Music Co. (ASCAP)
 
I read your letter
Tears filled my eyes
All of your promises failing
Nothing but lies
So I turned your photograph over face to the wall
And when I dim the light in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall
 
Teardrops will fall tonight
Tears I can't hide
Tears that I tried to keep deep down inside
Tears from the love that's gone beyond recall
And when I dim the lights in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall
 
I'm going to pray tonight baby
Hoping you will hear
Maybe you'll right the wrong and dry each tear
I'll sit alone tonight hoping you will call
And when I dim the light in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall
 
Teardrops will fall tonight
Tears I can't hide
Tears that tried to keep deep down inside
Tears from the love that's gone beyond recall
And when I dim the light in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall
When I dim the light in my room tonight
Teardrops will fall
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Electric Guitar: Dean Parks
Electric Piano: Robbie Buchanan
National Slide Guitar: Roy Rogers
B-3: Booker T Jones
Bass Guitar: Bob Glaub
Drums: Jim Keltner
Background Vocals: Carl Jackson, John Starling, Craig Fuller
  

Morning Blues

Traditonal arrangement by
Auldridge, Gaudreau, Coleman and Klein
© 1993 AGCK Music/ Mountainside Music (BMI)

Well I woke up early with those morning blues
Had an aching head that I wished I could lose
And I looked in the mirror, nearly died of fright
Those morning blues, ten times worse than last night
 
I got the morning blues
Hurt so bad
Honey come and love me
They're the worst I ever had
 
Well, a nickel's worth of grease
And a dime's worth of lard
I would buy more but the times is too hard
And I don't see why I have to work so hard
I can live off the chickens in my neighbor's yard
 
I got the morning blues
Hurt so bad
Honey come and love me
They're the worst I ever had
 
Well I've been in the army and I've been in love
I used to fly high like a turtle dove
And I've had these blues for just the longest time
It's just some boy on this poor girl's mind
 
I got the morning blues
Hurt so bad
Honey come and love me
They're the worst I ever had
 
I got the morning blues
Hurt so bad
Honey come and love me
They're the worst I ever had
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Electric Guitar: Dean Parks
Mandolin: David Grisman
Dobro: Mike Auldridge
Bass Guitar: Bob Glaub
Drums: Jim Keltner
Background Vocals: Carl Jackson, John Starling
 

Women 'Cross the River

written by David Olney 
© 1988 Irving Music Inc/ Hayes Court Music (BMI)
 
Oh the women 'cross the river carry water from the well at break of day 
And they talk to one another; God only knows what they might say 
You might get an education after years of dedication
You might finally get a glimpse of what is right and what is wrong 
But the women 'cross the river; well they knew that all along
 
Oh the women 'cross the river work with tools that are ancient and hand-made 
And they plow their fields in perfect rows and then they rest beneath the shade 
Now we have learned to build, out of concrete, out of steel
And our buildings stand a thousand years but then even they are bound to fall 
But the women 'cross the river never learned to build a wall
 
Oh the women 'cross the river are as gentle as the dew upon the ground 
How I love to hear them laughing in the rain when it makes that perfect sound 
Now a soldier with a gun and a battle to be won
Might kill you with a bullet and you never even know the reason why 
But the women 'cross the river; they can kill you with their eyes 
 
Oh the women 'cross the river; they can kill you with their eyes 
 

Lover's Return

written by A. P. Carter
© 1935 Peer International Corp. (BMI)

And so you have come back to me
And say the old love's growing yet
You tried through all these weary years
You tried too vainly to forget

Oh no I cannot take your hand
God never gives us back our youth
The loving heart you slighted then
Was yours my friend in perfect truth
 
Come close and let me see your face
Your raven hair is tinged with snow
Oh yes it is the same dear face
I loved so many years ago

Oh no I cannot take your hand
God never gives us back our youth
The loving heart you slighted then
Was yours my friend in perfect truth
 
Farewell I think I love you yet
As friend to friend God bless you dear
And guide you through these weary years
To where the skies are always clear

Oh no I cannot take your hand
God never gives us back our youth
The loving heart you slighted then
Was yours my friend in perfect truth
 
Oh no I cannot take your hand
God never gives us back our youth
The loving heart you slighted then
Was yours my friend in perfect truth
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Fiddle: Alison Krauss
Mandolin: David Grisman
Acoustic Guitars: Carl Jackson, John Starling
Autoharp: David Lindley
Acoustic Bass: Roy Huskey, Jr.
Drums: Larry Atamanuik
Background Vocals: Claire Lynch, Emmylou Harris