Everything Goes Somewhere
Bruce Muckala and Friends Lyrics & Credits

 

Everything Goes Somewhere

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Everything Goes Somewhere

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Save the Horses and Cowboys
Copyright © 2014 by Bruce Muckala
BRUCE MUCKALA lead vocal, acoustic guitars - EARL FOOTE pedal steel guitar - TOM RIEPL electric guitar - RANDY LANDAS bass - PETE GENEROUS drums - RON BRAULT backing vocals

Taking a night ride home after the light is gone
Look at us run around, can’t seem to settle down
Its like the Joshua grew winding up to the clouds
We keep on riding proud

Save the horses and cowboys
Crossing over the stream
Save the cowgirls and children, and save my Auntie Marie
All of them flying saddle high

We come on riding through on a roan and bay
On a lonesome desert lane looking for a place to stay
Steady as a night bird flies chasing down our dreams
Everything is like it seems

Save the horses and cowboys
All along the Joshua Tree
Save the cowgirls and children, save my Auntie Marie
All of them flying saddle high
All of them flying saddle high

Weather looks all right
Where the trail meets the sky
Come the morning light
We saddle up and fly

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Finally Fine
Copyright © 2015 by Bruce Muckala & Chris Ames
BRUCE MUCKALA lead vocal, baritone guitar - TROY ENGLE acoustic guitar, 12-string guitar, pedal steel guitar - RON BRAULT backing vocals

I was drowning in the river
When I saw you on the shore
You reached out your hand to rescue me
Said you’re not alone anymore
Been a long time
Never had no doubt
Nothing left behind
And there’s nothing missing

Finally
We’re finally on time
You and me we’ve been set free
We’re finally fine

The writing on the window
Like a headline in the sky
It must be some kind of signal
Leading us home safe and dry
Manzanita crown
Magnifies your eyes
Darkness settles down
Blue moon is glistening

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Butchie’s Tune
Copyright © 1966 by Steve Boone
BRUCE MUCKALA lead vocal, acoustic guitar, ukulele, keyboard (accordion) - TROY ENGLE pedal steel guitar - RANDY LANDAS bass - PETE GENEROUS drums

Don't give me a place for my memories to stay
Don't show me an inn or a light to find the way
I ain't got time for the things on your mind
And I'm leaving you today
On my way

Please don't you cry when the time to part has come
It's not for what you've said or anything that you've done
I've got to go anywhere any time
And I'm leaving, gone today
On my wayI'm going home

Please don't stick around to see when I'm feeling low
Don't pass the cards to me to deal the crushing blow
I'll even close the door so you won't see me go
When I'm leaving, gone today
I'm on my way

I'll walk away like a shadow in the night
I won't give cause for you to feel we have to fight
I'll make it easy so that you won't really
Quite now I'm leaving you today
On my way
And now I'm going.

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Everybody Wants to Hang Me
Copyright © 2014 by Bruce Muckala

BRUCE MUCKALA lead vocal, acoustic guitar

Everybody wants to hang me
Say I’m the guilty one
Everybody wants to hang me
Say I’m the guilty one
I’m gonna make it this time
Leave them walls far behind
A hundred miles left to go
One way or another I’ll get away home

No one listens to my story
Can’t find a common thread
No one listens to my story
Can’t remember what was said
I done all that I could
But that girl misunderstood
And where she’s gone nobody knows
One way or another I’ll get away home

I know the sheriff wants to catch me
Wants his place in the sun
I know he’s hoping that he’ll find me
Seek refuge where there’s none
It gets harder and harder to breathe
When they get close to me
But I ain’t looking back, oh no
One way or another I’ll get away home

Everybody wants to hang me
Say I’m the guilty one
Everybody wants to hang me
Put my grave out in the sun
I may be tucked into the ground
May be lost and never foundI
t chills me to the bone
One way or another I’ll get away home

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Ride With the Wind
Copyright © 1982 by Perry Windecker & Bruce Muckala

BRUCE MUCKALA lead & backing vocals, acoustic guitars - TROY ENGLE dobro, electric guitar - RANDY LANDAS bass - PETE GENEROUS drums - RON BRAULT backing vocals

Some folks ain't happy living like I am
The waves of life ain't falling on me
Sail with the tide where the winds are calling me
Just want to be free

I wanna ride with the wind
And be free again
Free again
I wanna fly like an eagle
To where I can be free

Sometimes paradise seems to far away
When you're traveling on your own
You let your mind wander to another place in time
It keeps you from turning back home

My boots may lay ‘neath your bed tonight
Tomorrow they might be gone
I'd like to stay with you baby
But I gotta keep on moving on

I'm looking over my shoulder in the rain
Six-hundred-thousand people by my side
Tell me how do you stop this runaway train
Whose eyes are open wide

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Bye Bye Those Pretty Blue Eyes
Copyright © 2007 by Bruce Muckala

BRUCE MUCKALA lead vocal, acoustic guitar, organ - EARL FOOTE pedal steel guitar, harmonica - RON BRAULT acoustic guitar, mandolin, backing vocals - RANDY LANDAS bass - PETE GENEROUS drums

The boy's got trouble with a restless heart
He never takes his time
He went looking for love without thinking first
He's already made up his mind

She wears his shirt, familiar and frayed
It's like he's still inside
For six days and nights her feet polished the floor
Now she takes it off and throws it aside
Then she said...

Bye bye baby bye bye
Bye bye those pretty blue eyes

A little faith goes a long way
But so does a little pride
She's anxious, she's waiting, he was making it hurt
She wondered what he was trying to hide

A car goes by the lights fade away
The curtains drift and sway
She looked at the moon coming over the hills
And realized she won't melt away
So she says...

Bye bye baby bye bye
Bye bye those pretty blue eyes

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Get In Line
Copyright © 2014 by Bruce Muckala

BRUCE MUCKALA lead vocal, electric guitar, tambourine - RON BRAULT acoustic guitars - TROY ENGLE fiddle, backing vocal - CHRIS AMES bass, backing vocals - PETE GENEROUS drums - CHRIS-CHRIS STEFFEN, PERRY WINDECKER, KARI PICKETT - backing vocals

Won’t you try to give your heart ’til you can’t give no more
Try to keep your head ‘cause there’s no one keeping score
If you don’t set out now, well you’re never gonna get there
Get in line, get in line, get in line

Its gonna rain sometimes, honey there ain’t no doubt
But this is one of those things that you can figure out
Join the human race, you don’t have to be so blue
Don’t let sorrow get the best of you

Gotta pick up the pace or they’ll leave you far behind
Gonna be sadness ahead and it ain’t all in your mind
I know you’re sorry and I’m sorry too
Don’t let sorrow be the death of you

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No Room
Copyright © 2015 by Bruce Muckala

BRUCE MUCKALA lead & backing vocals, acoustic & electric guitar, electric piano - TROY ENGLE electric baritone guitar, pedal steel guitar - RANDY LANDAS double bass - PETE GENEROUS drums

They were two young ramblers playing a game
Now i'm the one, never be the same
And I don't know the reason why
There was no room at the inn ‘round here that night

Well, they claim that lightning don't strike twice
But them boys been trouble for most of their lives
And what will be their alibi
With only moon and stars to stand guard the night she died

My my so sad
She was all that I needed
She was all that I had
And now she's gone

There's a chain she wore around her wrist
They found it that night underneath the bridge
Now I wear that chain around my heart
Cause I told my darling, I swore we'd never, ever part

They say the price of mercy is high
But what's the price of living a lie
And i would double any treasure or fee
Just to have my angel back home lying right next to me

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San Miguel
Copyright © 1959 by Jane Bowers, additional lyrics by Bruce Muckala

BRUCE MUCKALA lead & backing vocals, acoustic, Spanish & baritone guitars, percussion - RANDY LANDAS double bass

Down by the Mission San Miguel is a great house
Wherein dwell Don Carlos and La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell
I work at the ranch, I saddle her mare
I ride with the gun behind as she visits her friends here and there
She says "Thank you, Manuel" or "Manuel, por favor"
Or "Good evening, Manuel"; La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell

The saint of the Mission San Miguel never hears me, but the mission bell,
It speaks to me of La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell
I serve at the ranch, I climb the stairs
I carry her water inside by her bed where she brushes her hair
She says "Thank you, Manuel" or "Manuel, por favor"
Or "Good evening, Manuel"; La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell

I dream of the Mission San Miguel and it says to me, the mission bell,
"She is married, Manuel; the wife of the rancher, Don Carlos Cantrell"
"You serve at the ranch, you hold her chair
You carry her boxes, trunks, letters and books here and there"
But I hear with my heart what she says with her eyes
With "Good evening, Manuel" or "Manuel, por favor"
or "The carriage, Manuel"
or "Manuel....close the door”

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Presbyterian Guitar
Copyright © 1971 by John Hartford

BRUCE MUCKALA acoustic guitar - RANDY LANDAS double bass - RON BRAULT mandolin - IAN CAMERON violins


 

 

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