O.k., I couldn't wait, and it didn't take long to get that off that album, Joe! I had gaps in Run Sister Run, but a comparison with the Sevens' version helped fill them, I think.

RUN SISTER RUN

Arlene lays down at the break in the fence
with her back up against the rail,
sick and sore, can't run no more,
and tears fall hot on the trail.
Old Franklin knows not to make no sound,
he lies there cold until
he pricks up his ears, cuz he hears the hounds
trailing the top of the hill.

She hears them, too, she knows they're coming,
and she pulls herself up with a sob,
"They won't catch me, 'til I get plumb
to the top of Baldy Knob,
I shot that man, I'll shoot myself,
don't care if they'll think I will.
Come on, old dog, let's take to the woods
and the trail to the top of the hill."

Better run sister, run sister run, [run sister run,] to the top of the hill.

Last night I lay in the Devil's bed,
rolled in the Devil's arms.
Such a pretty boy, I lost my head,
I gave him all of my charms.
I held my pistol to his brow,
I laid him cold and still,
and I took his dog from the cold dark swamp
to dawn at the top of the hill.

Better run...

Arlene lays back at the top of the track,
'Look down there, old dog,
where the sun shines bright off a tin roof shack,
down in the shimmering bog,
do you see that devil where we left him lyin,
naked, as we flew
See the pretty boy face with one red eye
between two eyes of blue.

Old Franklin whines and he cuts his eyes
at the girl layin on the bank,
'This one last shot,’ she says, ‘it’s mine,
the devil take you Frank,’
Then she stepped to the cliff, the fog whirls round
the bloodhounds following still.
All they found was one more hound,
on the trail at the top of the hill.

Better run...

LIGHT YEARS AWAY

If I could wake to find you near me, suddenly here, out of the blue,
if I could call and you could hear me, what would I say, Evangeline’

If I could wake to find you sleeping, here in my arms, out of the blue,
if you could take my hand and keep me here right here with you,
Evangeline my sunshine, light of my day, you’re a star in the darkness, light years away.

If I could wake to feel the sunlight fall in my room, out of the blue,
and if the day could break to bring me summer in bloom,
Evangeline, my sunshine, light of my day...

Stealing away in the night, pale and cold, lost in the light of the moon,

If I could wake to feel the sunlight fall in my room, out of the blue,
and if the day could break to bring me summer in bloom, Evangeline...

Both written by the Red Clay Ramblers for Sam Shepherd’s play, ‘Lie of the Mind’ (NYC 1985-1986)

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Corrections made by the inimitable...
-Joe Offer- [grin]