Album Notes

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:

***Somebody Find My Boat
I wish somebody would find my boat
The Big Skipper he took it out for a float
I really ain’t in any really big hurry
I figure it’s somewhere down the muddy Missouri
I wish somebody would find my boat

Too thin to plow too wet to plant, yes it’s too wet to plant
They say they can control it but they can’t
I wish somebody would find my boat
The Big Skipper he took it out for a float
Hey I ain’t really in any big hurry
I know it’s somewhere, somewhere down that muddy Missouri
But I wish somebody would find my boat

It may be down close to Akaska
For all I know it blew up clear to Alaska
Well I wish somebody would find my boat
The Big Skipper he took it out for a float
I really ain’t in that big a hurry
But it’s somewhere, somewhere down that muddy Missouri
I wish somebody would find my boat
I wish somebody would find my boat
I wish somebody would find my boat
I wish somebody, somebody please find my boat

***When You're Young
Children say the world’s on fire
We try lamely to explain
We hide the truth, save the tears
Tell ‘em fairy tales as it rains
‘Cause that’s the way it goes when you’re young
That’s the way that it goes
That’s the way it goes when you’re young
Oh that’s the way that it goes

Crooked men beg for peace
While they sell our to children out to war
Send them home in wheelchairs and caskets
Hang a cross and a flag on their door
That’s the way it goes when you’re young
That’s the way it goes
That’s the way it goes when you’re young
That’s the way it goes

***The Lost Star
We hear you talking, walking in the wind
Planning to travel far
Watch the night sky searching for your friends
On the lost star
On the lost star

It’s hidden somewhere right before our eyes
Do we know what light and color are?
Angel hairs stand up against all lies
On the lost star
On the lost star

We’re a tiny speck favored by the sun
Yeah we depend on that star
So tell me true will I ever find you
On the lost star
On the lost star

On the lost star

***This Place Knows My Face
I hope you make it home tonight
But I don’t know if you will
The clouds are filling up with rain
And I know they’re going to spill
You've been known to frequent the dark side of this town
There’s a woman that laughs at you
When you are falling down

But this place knows your face
And it smiles at you in the rain
This place it knows your face
And it cries with you in the rain

You’ve been known to frequent the dark side of this town
There’s them that laugh at you when you are falling down
But this place knows your face
And it smiles at you in the rain
This place it knows your face
And it cries with you in the rain

But this place it knows your face
And it cries with you in the rain
But this face knows your place
And it smiles at you in your pain

This place it knows your face
And it laughs at you in the rain

***Damn You Tornado
Clouds of ice have delivered their children in a tornado
Frightened mice beneath the battered corn – they know where to go
The sun has now returned or even comin’ back around
There’s dark shadows between the remains of this town
Damn you tornado
Damn you for your work

Downed water tower don’t read the Class of 77 anymore
Lights left without the power
They took some souls to Heaven
Well the sun has not returned or comin’ back around
There’s dark shadows between the remnants of a town
Damn you tornado
Damn you for your work
Damn you tornado
Damn you for your work

***Merry-Go-Round
The merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long
The merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long
It was sitting in the middle of the intersection downtown
Sitting in the middle of an intersection downtown

The merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long
The merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long
And it's sitting downtown at the intersection of First and Main
Plastic yellow daisies are twisted in its frame
The merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long
The merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long

Well the merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long
The merry-go-round went around and around and around all night long

***Run Out of Range
There you go you emptied out your pockets
That laundered feelin' it comes along
You line up and you stare down the sunset
Selling out for a song
It don’t seem like it’s so sweet
It’s just something that you do
All those feelings that you try to rearrange
Your favorite color is still blue
Don’t tell me it’s all over
Don’t tell me that you’ve changed
Don’t tell me it’s all over
You’re just a funny thing that's
Running out of range
***I Can Still Ride
I don’t sparkle like a rhinestone cowboy
But I can still ride
Your angry words won’t find refuge in my ears
I got a tough hide

Pop culture is a language we don’t speak
We got sounds of our own
Them pretty people on their losin' streaks
Are sharing secrets by cell phones

I’d say I’m righteous I can’t say you’re wrong
Anxiety don’t cook my goose
I travel slow roads with a beautiful lady
Man I try to hang loose
Man he tries to hang loose

I don’t sparkle like a rhinestone cowboy
But I can still ride
I don’t sparkle like a rhinestone cowboy
But I can still ride
I don’t sparkle like a rhinestone cowboy
But I can still ride
He don’t sparkle like a rhinestone cowboy
But he can still ride
He don’t sparkle like a rhinestone cowboy
But he can still ride

***19 In A County Jail
Worry and loneliness
Crimes that you can’t confess
Mostly perpetrated on yourself
Mail don’t deliver
You can’t forgive her
Leavin' you here talking to yourself

There’s a light through the cell door
It ain’t nothin’ more
Than a Black janitor slopping ‘round a pail
It’s a bad, bad dream when you’re 19
Wasting away in a county jail

Well the stale air don’t circulate
Bad food that smells like hate
Mostly all you want to do is sleep
When you dream sweet ladies
It's shattered completely
Slamming cell door dreams you can’t keep

There’s a light through the cell door
But it ain’t nothin’ more
Than a Black janitor slopping ‘round a pail
It’s a bad, bad dream when you’re 19
Wasting away in a county jail

There’s a light through the cell door
But you’re praying that it’s somethin’ more
Than a Black janitor slopping ‘round a pail
You’d like to dream a sweet dream when you’re 19
Wasting away in a county jail

***Under the Cottonwood Trees
There’s only one place for you and me
Parked out underneath them cottonwood trees
Layin' back and keepin' easy time
Waitin’ for that moon to shine
We’ve been down this road before
Slept all night on that river shore
The mighty MO rocked us to sleep
We gave that river our souls to keep

Sacagawea can you hear our song
Bless two lovers, let their hearts be strong
There’s only one place for you and me
Parked out underneath them cottonwood trees
The mighty MO rocked us to sleep
We gave that river our souls to keep

***That's My Girl
That’s my girl
She’s a funny girl
Well she really makes me smile
That’s my girl
She’s a sweet girl
She laughs like a sweet baby child
Laughs like a sweet baby child

That’s my girl
She’s a rockin’ girl
She rocks me when I’m down
That’s my girl
She’s a rockin’ girl
Keeps me from burnin’ down this town
She keeps me from burnin’ down this town

That’s my girl
Real girl
Looks better than in them magazines
That’s my girl
Real girl
I like the wiggle in her jeans
I like the wiggle in her jeans

That’s my girl
She’s a tough girl
She’s tough enough for me
Well that’s my girl
She’s a tough girl
So I say thank you and pretty please
I say thank you and pretty please

That’s my girl

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