You know I’ve got lots to say
That won’t wait until any other day
You know I’ve got lots to say

I know what I need to do
Spent all this time watching you
I know what I need to do

Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whao-oh-oh

You know I’ve got lots to say
That won’t wait until another day
You know I’ve got lots to say

I saw what I need to see
Get it off, wash it free
I saw what I need to see

Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh, Whoa-oh-oh

Break

You know I’ve got lots to say
That won’t wait until any other day
You know I’ve got lots to say
That won’t wait until an other day
You know I’ve got lots to say

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Time is in your eyes
What you feel
On this countryside

Gold grass under Devil sun
But in a white flash
We were on the run

Why tear it down?
This old town
Just got run down

Chorus
Now I’m back on this ground
Looking around

Instrumental

Time is in my eyes
Green fields
With concrete sides

Iron made these rails
Cold steel
Hammers and nails

Why tear it down?
Our old town
Just got run down

Chorus

This is our town
Don’t let them bring it down

You can’t take these bloody hands
This is my town

Bridge
Where I got my first kiss
My first love
Got faith from above
Heart break
Hard love
Soft hands
She was beloved

Chorus

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
They can’t take these bloody hands
They can’t take these bloody hands

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Been around on the Clock
Man, we’re talking non stop
What I need is a good long holiday
Work in town making news
For people who need another point of view
What I need is a good long holiday

Keep your eyes on your station
Get your mind off vacation
Keep your eyes on your station
That little nervy man said

Cattle know which way to go
They just follow where all the others go
What I need is a good long holiday
In a crowd all the time
Like an ant on a watermelon rind
What I need is a good long holiday

Keep your eyes on your station
Get your mind off vacation
Keep your eyes on your station
That nervy man said

Wa ooo Wa ooo Wa ooo Wa ooo

Keep your eyes on your station
Get your mind off vacation
Keep your mind on your station

My baby knows
How it goes
And where we’re headed
A warm wind blows
Now we’ve got a good long holiday

Don’t have a dime
Just lots of time
These old friends are really friends of mine
Now we’ve got a good long holiday

Keep your eyes off that station
It was a bad situation
Get your mind off that station

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

I build fences with my hands
Like my brother and my dad
Did before

I took an oath
That had no words
Just these arms and legs
And hands

And we would stand up alone
Unknown

But they would run
Straight and strong
But depend
On someone

They wouldn’t know
Our work or names
Or care

But they’d run safe and strong
But depend on
Someone

We took an oath
That had no words
Just these arms and legs
And hands

We took that oath
That had no words
Just our arms and legs
And hands

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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Sand is in his hair, and in his eyes, and all over everything
Stains are on his jeans, on his walls, and there ain’t nobody else to blame

God made little boys it’s plain to see
To let them run, make their noise and be free

The sun is in his eyes on a pop fly but he’s ready for anything
The biggest fish he’s seen in his life took all his line
And he’ll never be the same

God made little boys its plain to see
To let them run, make their noise, and be free

The lake is always cold, but like he doesn’t know, he jumps right in anyway
Our road is a half mile long, but he runs it so strong
When he knows I’m on my way home

God made little boys it’s plain to see
To let them run, make their noise and be free

It’s our job to widen a young man’s eyes
Give them time to realize
It’s our job to make a man

And it really hurts to see your young man cry
It really hurts when you realize
Your job is done

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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I don’t know which way I’m going
And I don’t know this road I’m traveling on
And I don’t know which way I’m going
But I know where it is that I come from

And this is what I want

Mother said stay the straight and narrow
And put a tie on Sunday morning
My father didn’t say too much of nothing
Just worked every day like the sun

He just said boy, go get what you want

Stood in line at Headquarters company
Did those long runs from dusk to dawn
Took those tests in rum and philosophy
Took them all on one by one

But this is what I want

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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Roll on big brother
Run around my feet real slow
Let’s hear a song my mother
Sing it real loud
So we’ll all know

All I have has gone to sale
There ain’t no river at Riverdale

Go your way my sister
Cut a new path to muddy bay
Take a ride don’t cry
It won’t be long until you have something to say

All I have has gone to sale
There ain’t no river at Riverdale

All I have has gone to sale
There ain’t no river at Riverdale

All I have has gone to sale
There ain’t no river at Riverdale

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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Fire is rolling down
Without a face
From another town
Another place
Fire is rolling down
On the lives of the innocent

What I am
Is what I feel
When love is torn
It never heals

What I need
Is in the eyes
Of the innocent

Chorus
From Sioux Falls
To the waters
Of the Rio Grande
From Saint Lo
To the valleys of the Fatherland

From Soochow
Through the heart of every son and girl
A mother’s love
Is the eighth wonder of the world

Snow is falling down
On her face
Cold is reaching around
This awful place
Snow is falling down
On the lives of the innocent

What I am
Is what I feel
When love is torn
It never heals
What I need
Is in the eyes of the innocent

Repeat Chorus

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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There’s blood on the water
Blood on the ground
Blood on this sidewalk
Blood all around

There’s blood in the leaves
That sing their ancient songs
There’s blood in the river
That’s rolling on and on

Chorus
Everywhere I go
Everything I know
All the words I say
It’s Dependence Day

There’s blood in the saddle
Blood on the ground
There’s blood in the Nations
With little love to be found

There’s blood in the fields
And in the blisters on our hands
There’s blood on America
Across these hills and shining sands

Chorus

Bridge
But you’d better watch out
For their crazy schemes
You’d better watch out
For their big money dream
Because there’s no doubt
Our blood will wash free

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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You say that I may have it your way
And your eyes are shining like I don’t know
You’re a river running and a flood is coming
And your eyes are shining like I don’t know

You’re gonna break my heart

You’re a sailor’s warning with a lower calling
And your eyes are burning like I don’t know
Dark clouds are forming and the wind is roaring
But your eyes are burning like I don’t know

You’re gonna break my heart
You’re gonna break my heart

I’m right on, right on about me
I’m right on, right on about me

Like treading water, it just gets harder
Show me something that I don’t know
This tired old highway always ends up my way
Show me something that I don’t know

You’re gonna break my heart
You’re gonna break my heart

And I meet you over and over again
I meet you over and over again.

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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Grandfather taught me how to read the land
He’d talk about the flowers as he’d hold my hand
He said he saw an image where the clouds broke free
Of an empty village only he could see
Then he talked about red willows and our friends and foes
And turned and tell me what he thought I needed to know

There’s just one thing.

Her name was Red Water and she touched the sun
Earth Mother’s daughter with a heart I had won
When spring turned to summer … we broke free
From the grip of the elders so they all could see
We were earth, sky, and water, tall grass and trees
Down the ancient trails our people would have what they need

There’s just one thing
There’s just one thing

Up on Iron Mountain when a moon lit the land
There was big fire I didn’t understand
They came across our prairie like a flock of crows
Brought clouds of smoke and ashes only they could know
In the heart of our families was blood that ran free
Now Grandfather’s vision I could see

There’s just one thing
Red Rain
There’s just one thing
Hard Rain
We’ll never be the same
Red Rain
We’re gonna bring Red Rain

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

Hey misty dawn
Tell me when you’re coming home
I’ve been waiting

For so long
And this old sun is burning strong
But the nights are cold

And the stars are gone
What once was right seems so wrong
And the land’s gone quite

And the birds are gone
I no longer hear their morning songs
I miss the morning

Come back into my life
Come back into my life
Come back into my life
Come back into my life
Come back into my … life

Hey misty dawn
You make these days get along
Toward tomorrow

And when spring comes
And this old earth bangs its drums
For us to follow

And toss some seeds
Grow up what we really need
And I need you

That sunny smile
Even if it lasts just a little while
It brings a new day

Come back into my life
Come back into my life
Come back into my life
Come back into my life
Come back into my … life

Hey misty dawn
Tell me when you’re coming home
I’ve been waiting

© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere

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Instrumental

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Credits

Musicians

Vocals and Guitar: Randy Riviere
Drums: Kenneth Blevins
Bass: David Santos
Guitar, Piano and Organ: Kevin McKendree
Pedal Steel, Fiddle and Guitar: James Pennebaker
Lead Guitar on “Boys”: Yates McKendree

Engineered, Produced and Mixed by Kevin McKendree at The Rock House in Franklin, TN.

Publicity

Mark Pucci Media
5000 Oak Bluff Court
Atlanta, GA 30350
770.804.9555
www.markpuccimedia.com

Art work

LaNae Riviere, Rick Herman, Joe London, Geralyn Maul-Vasquez. Photography by Andrew Geiger.

Wilderness Records, Bigfork, Montana, USA.
© 2020 Randy Lee Riviere. All rights reserved.