LY R I C S say grace she was almost out of high school when she left home got a job in an office she answered the phone her boss was a creep he wouldn’t leave her alone she had to go middle of that mess she met a fine young man they rolled into houston in a chevrolet van louisiana tags a beautiful band of gold they carried each other so long but they drifted apart never really went wrong just married too young both moved along c’est la vie she starts every day just fine rain on cedars - photograph then she hears that voice same place same time her mother is in the mirror with the same old lines to say she says you know better baby say grace don’t even try you can’t take your brother’s place don’t even try don’t give me that face any more so where does the time go now there’s gray in her hair she sits at her dressing table in a wrought iron chair wears a terrycloth robe with a tear when she is alone the tv says war in the holy land she looks at the wrinkles on the back of her hand rubs her finger where she wore a wedding band she looks away precious savior she remembers a hymn it is a hymn she never liked she goes to the gym goes to work dinner with a friend falls asleep with the tv on you know better baby say grace don’t even try you can’t take your brother’s place don’t even try don’t give me that face anymore say grace baby you know how all these years even now stand up mother take a bow cause you still make her cry the tattooed woman the tattooed woman she sleeps in my bed the ink is dry the dogs are fed the moon is safe her face is red the tattooed woman she sleeps in my bed her hair is black her skin is white she’s pulled the sheets around her tight i wish i had the right to comfort her as a husband might rain is coming that’s how it feels now i lay me down to sleep the lord out wandering with his sheep there’s oh so many souls to keep now i lay me down to sleep rain is coming that’s how it feels curved road - photograph The sweeping up the heart, and putting love away - emily dickinson road crew sunday morning road crew in the rain billboards beer cans the street cleaners block my lane they are sweeping up the hearts that is what they say they are sweeping up the hearts they’re putting love away flag man so go slow or double fines radio talk show flashing signs for brake shops for batteries for new and rebuilt parts guys in hard hats sweeping up the hearts self portrait - photograph of charcoal on canvas they are sweeping up the hearts that is what they say they are sweeping up the hearts they’re putting love away migrants well it is not that far the smuggler said you walk north one day across la cabeza prieta just keep walking to interstate eight well they walked that day the next and the next and the water it ran out one by one ay mijitos they looked like dried leaves scattered in the sun oh my dear ones we are lost well it is so far away from the lowlands of veracruz to the desert up north of sonora where they strung out in ones and twos they got twelve lines in a midwestern paper on the pages with the ads for shoes well they were fourteen men they got lost in the desert they were migrants they got twelve lines of news pull together, my brothers, pull together we are burning pull together, my brothers, pull together the devil is passing they got twelve lines in a midwestern paper on the pages with the ads for shoes they were fourteen men they got lost in the desert they were migrants they got twelve lines of news oh my dear ones we are lost desert tree - photograph white heat that’s what you get you dirty copper little jimmy cagney said thirteen rounds in the hopper then the cops made jimmy dead copper penny for your thoughts copper jacket full of lead they wanted little jimmy cagney dead that’s what you get you dirty copper you get thirteen rounds in the hopper mama mama how he yelled he told them coppers he could fly from the gasoline tank when he got nailed yelling you dirty rats it is one big lie the crowd yelled back fly jimmy fly all the excitement everybody got high mama mama how he yelled from the gasoline tank when he got nailed where have you gone my love now that i have found my way where have you gone my love now that i am old and gray bells are ringing choirs are singing step out in the field if you are looking for trouble man you can find it but come out swinging out in the field the farmers burning the stubble out in the field people living in the rubble but only come out if you are looking for trouble bells are ringing choirs are singing you get what you want but come out swinging where have you gone my love now that i have found my way where have you gone my love now that i am old and gray that’s what you get little jimmy cagney said thirteen rounds in the hopper then the cops made jimmy dead copper penny for your thoughts copper jacket full of lead they wanted little jimmy cagney dead that’s what you get you dirty coppers you get thirteen rounds in the hopper mama mama how he yelled told them coppers you go to hell mama mama how he yelled from the gasoline tank when he got nailed where have you gone my love now that i have found my way where have you gone my love now that i am old and gray ditch i am crawling back down in the ditch today i got a crazy-ass wife got a baby on the way glad i got work glad i got pay i’m crawling back down in the ditch today the crew’s a bunch of stoners the boss is a shit be a miracle if one of us does not get hit by a ton of pipe on a cheap ass chain swinging round the sky in this pouring ass rain i am crawling back down in the ditch today i got a crazy-ass wife got a baby on the way glad i got work glad i got pay i’m crawling back down in the ditch today my crazy-ass wife she’s nutty as her brother supposed to marry rich according to her mother supposed to marry up now she is knocked up down by a poor man wrestling a pipe in the ground i am crawling back down in the ditch today i got a crazy-ass wife got a baby on the way glad i got work glad i got pay crawling back down in the ditch today my wife god bless her and for what it is worth thinks she and taylor swift were twins at birth separated at birth earth to wife wife to earth i am crawling back down in the ditch today i got a crazy-ass wife a baby on the way glad i got work glad i got pay crawling back down in the ditch today i’m glad i got work glad i got pay i’m crawling back down in the ditch today ripe wheat - photograph interlude west texas - photograph isn’t love great there is a beautiful woman walks with a limp he calls her his princess he calls her his gimp she calls him her fat man calls him her pimp she teaches first graders got a beautiful limp isn’t love great isn’t love grand she touches his face he holds her hand isn’t love great isn’t love grand for years they’ve been married not one day of trouble got two happy boys good luck and daily double love to dance with each other say they live in a bubble go to church twice a week not one day of trouble eye of the horse - photo of oil on canvas isn’t love great isn’t love grand she touches his face he holds her hand isn’t love great isn’t love grand glory hallelujah my sisters and my brothers she wears fishnet he wears leather when the boys are at his mother’s there is a beautiful woman she walks with a limp he calls her his princess calls her his gimp she calls him her fat man calls him her pimp she teaches first graders got a beautiful limp isn’t love great isn’t love grand she touches his face he holds her hand isn’t love great isn’t love grand introduction to feast white swan - photograph And what rough beast, its hour come round at last... - yeats feast what rough beast there are mega blessings golden fleece golden fleece close thine eyes on that rough beast dues are paid palms are greased your neighbors in the neighborhood sufficiently policed feast, feast close thine eyes on that rough beast i had a dream last night a woman came to my bed her hair was made out of light she said wake up deacon the time is right wake up deacon it’s our wedding night i had a dream i had a dream what rough beast there are mega blessings a golden fleece a golden fleece close thine eyes on that rough beast self portrait - photograph of oil on canvas feast, feast close thine eyes on that rough beast sunflower - photograph sweet hour of prayer sweet hour of prayer sweet hour of prayer that calls me from this world of care plowed field - photograph panhandle winter it’s a panhandle winter i hear it may snow blow a sky full of dirt back to old mexico a fresh pane of glass and one dearborn stove are not enough to keep out the cold you see it’s cold on the prairie when a blue northern runs coming down the canadian past a frail winter sun with a wind like a combine in a high plains wheat field comes down the prairie like blue tempered steel the morning sun falls soft on the bed on the king james bible that lies at the head all this is passing is all she said all this is passing is all that she said you see it’s cold on the prairie when a blue northern runs coming down the canadian past a frail winter sun with a wind like a combine in a high plains wheat field comes down the prairie like blue tempered steel a windbreak, a windbreak i want no more cold heartache like a horse turn my back to this wind a warm heart, a warm house not a wind burned prairie farm house good whiskey the smile of a friend well it’s a panhandle winter i hear it may snow blow a sky full of dirt back to old mexico a fresh pane of glass one dearborn stove are not enough to keep out the cold button by button zip un zip snap un snap hook un hook strap un strap button by button all of her clothes fall down candlelight to canvas red wine to red lips one bare shoulder white silk to cream hips button by button all of her clothes fall down all fall down all fall down all fall down all fall down button by button all of her clothes fall down lord show me how you hide in the perfume of this saint show me how you hide in the brushes and the paint button by button all of her clothes fall down lace and light - photograph and show me how you hide your daughter from your son show me how you hide the things that you want done button by button all of her clothes fall down all fall down all fall down all fall down all fall down button by button all of her clothes fall down ivory and umber turpentine and lace all fall down all fall down all fall down all fall down button by button all of her clothes fall down go in peace go in peace go in kindness go in love go in faith leave the day the day behind us day is done go in grace let us go into the dark not afraid not alone let us hope by some good pleasure safely to arrive at home let us hope by some good pleasure safely to arrive at home white horse - photograph PERFORMERS say grace sam baker: voice and guitar billy crockett: harmony voice rick richards: drums drew pressman: bass chip dolan: piano anthony da costa: electric guitar the tattooed woman sam baker: voice rick richards: drums drew pressman: bass steve conn: piano anthony da costa: electric guitar road crew sam baker: voice and guitar tim lorsch: strings migrants sam baker: voice and guitar joel guzman: accordion and harmony voice white heat sam baker: voice and guitar carrie elkin: second voice rick richards: drums drew pressman: bass chip dolan: piano anthony da costa: electric guitar tim lorsch: strings ditch sam baker: voice and guitar john ross silva: percussion interlude chip dolan: piano tim lorsch: violin isn’t love great sam baker: voice john ross silva: percussion lloyd maines: guitar oliver steck: trumpet introduction to feast steve conn: piano feast sam baker: voice britt savage: harmony voice roxie dean: harmony voice steve conn: piano mickey grimm: drums gurf morlix: electric guitar and bass radoslav lorkovic: accordion sweet hour of prayer chris baker-davies: voice raina rose: second voice steve conn: piano a panhandle winter sam baker: voice and guitar chris baker-davies: second voice stephen scott baker: pedal steel button by button sam baker: voice carrie elkin: harmony voice raina rose: harmony voice rick richards: percussion chip dolan: piano drew pressman: bass tim lorsch: strings go in peace sam baker: voice and guitar tim lorsch: cello grass fire - photograph C R E D IT S art: sam baker unless otherwise noted photos: sam baker back cover portrait: chrislyn lawrence all songs written by sam baker with these exceptions: graphic design & layout: vanessa lively graphic production: tim hicks -the melody in the bridge of t h e t a t t o o e d w o m a n and in the i n t e r l u d e comes from picardy, a french medieval folk melody, dating to the seventeenth century. i learned the melody in the presbyterian church in itasca as a child. it was used in the hymn recording: cedar creek, austin texas lead engineer: john ross silva additional recording: steve lorree crabapple downs nanton, alberta let all mortal flesh keep silent bradley hartman thirteen degrees studio nashville, tn -s w e e t h o u r o f p r a y e r william b. bradbury 1816-1868 fred remmert cedar creek recording austin, tx -g o i n p e a c e sam baker (sesac bluelimestone) and liz rose (bmi sony) and inspired by the hymn come thou fount of every blessing words by robert robinson 1732-1790 mix: john ross silva cedar creek recording master: jim wilson mastering boulder, co © 2013 production: sam baker except f e a s t by sam baker and tim lorsch road and sky - photograph all this is passing is all she said G R AT IT U D E i am grateful for: chrislyn lawrence my wonderful friends and family and the great artists who contributed their talents i am also grateful for: the fans who were generous with their kindness and financial support, and you the listener everyone is at the mercy of another one’s dream