Nothing But a Child
Once upon a time in a far off land Wise men saw a sign and set out aross the sand Songs of praise to sing, they travelled day and night Precious gifts to bring, guided by the light They chased a brand new star, ever towards the west Across the mountains far, but when it came to rest They scarce believed their eyes, they'd come so many miles And the miracle they prized was nothing but a child Nothing but a child could wash these tears away Or guide a weary world into the light of day And nothing but a child could help erase these miles So once again we all can be children for awhile
Now all around the world, in every Iittle town Everyday is heard a precious little sound And every mother kind and every father proud Looks down in awe to find another chance allowed
Johnny Come Lately
I'm an American, boys, and I've come a long way I was born and bred in the USA So listen up close, I've get something to say Boys, I'm buying this round Well it took a little while but we're in this fight And we ain't going home 'til we've done what's right We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight If I have to spend my last pound
When I first got to London it was pourin' down rain Met a little girl in the field canteen Painted her name on the nose of my plane Six more missions I'm gone Well I asked if I could stay and she said that I might Then the warden came around yelling turn out the lights Death rainin' out of the London night We made love 'til dawn
But when Johnny Come Lately comes marching home With a chest full of medals and a G.I. loan They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone When Johnny comes marching home
My P-47 is a pretty good ship And she took a round coming cross the Channel last trip I was thinking 'bout my baby and letting her rip Always got me through so far Well they can ship me all over this great big world But I'll never find nothing like my North End girl I'm taking her home whh me one day, sir Soon as we win this war
Now my granddaddy sang me this song Told me about London when the Blitz was on How he married Grandma and brought her back home A hero throughout his land Now I'm standing on a runway in San Diego A couple Purple Hearts so I move a little slow There's nobody here, maybe nobody knows About a place called Vietnam
Copperhead Road
Well my name's John Lee Pettimore Same as my daddy and his daddy before You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here He only came to town about twice a year He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line Everybody knew that he made moonshine Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad He headed up the holler with everything he had It's before my time but I've been told He never came back from Copperhead Road Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big black Dodge Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside Well him and my uncle tore that engine down I still remember that rumblin' sound Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road
I volunteered for the Army on my birthday They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway I done two tours of duty in Vietnam And I came home with a brand new plan I take the seed from Columbia and Mexico I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air I wake up screaming like I'm back over there I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know You better stay away from Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road
Unfortunately, that was written before Earle's political views were known publicly. His sympathy for the Taliban offset any musical talent he might have.
Unfortunately, that was written before Earle's political views were known publicly. His sympathy for the Taliban offset any musical talent he might have.