rg smith & the horse machine

rg smith & the horse machine

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uncle ned (a song about ned kelly)

Written By: ross g smith

Neddy look come see now the old bitch is whelping
belly’s swollen like a river in flood
we’ll build her bed out in the barn
this might be her last litter
I'm not scared to see the colour of her blood


Don't go to town Uncle Ned with your pistol and your gun
some people want you dead
at least that’s what my mamma said

don't go to town Uncle Ned with your heart all wrapped in iron
don’t you know my daddy’d follow wherever you are goin

Last night I couldn't sleep
there was this old death beetle clicking
he’s just countin out the seconds
now that you got left for kickin’ round
and Mamma's acting strangely now her eyes look like a cow
that's only waitin for the knife but she aint sure when or how it’s comin
last night I couldn't sleep for the hammerin' in the barn
if you got to go to town then leave my daddy at home


Don't go to town Uncle Ned with your pistol and your gun
some people want you dead
they want to see you come undone
don't go to town Uncle Ned with your heart all wrapped in iron

don’t you know my daddy’d follow you wherever you are goin

Last night I dreamed the pups dropped out
we left 'em in a barrel by the backdoor
and a stranger came along
with his face as set like stone
and he shot 'em dead as dead
I watched the barrel fill up with blood

Don't go to town Uncle Ned with your pistol and your gun
these people want you dead
they want to see you come undone
don't go to town Uncle Ned
with those blood stains on your hands
don’t you know that I would follow you like I'd follow no other man...

it aint a sin

Written By: ross g smith

We had a race around the sun
I watched you flame , I watched you fall
On desert highways you set sail
on hands and knees I watched you crawl

Ch:
Now your loneliness it’s not a sin
It’s just a guest you never meant invitin’ in
or maybe it’s just a simple thing
an offering to the stars above

Those moments where we felt that way
you’d be a fool to think they’re here to stay
or maybe that’s the price we gotta pay
for love

Ch:
Now your foolishness it’s not a sin
its a crime that I’m indicted in
or maybe its just a simple little thing
an offering to the stars above

And now the borders they’re all open wide
and in open country there’s no place left to hide
and all the stars they don’t seem to care
about the nights you ran for freedom
and we said we’d meet you there

Ch:
and Freedom, now there’s a sin
and there aint no house of shelter gonna take you in
or maybe it’s just a simple thing
an offering to the stars above.

the ballad of Abel

Written By: ross g smith

The seasons do not turn here,
the leaves they do not fall
You get no sign or forewarning
But I have seen a serpent tryin’ to swallow its own tail
surely that’s a sign that the season’s bound for turnin

My name is Abel
and Able’s what I am
I raised myself up from dust after my daddy’s fall to shame
for there aint nothing much harder for a man
than to wander through the wilderness, far from the garden

Where the seasons do not turn and the rain it never falls
and you’re just so far from anything that's worth holdin
and there’s nothing much to bind you but this feeling in your soul
that there’s just might be something here worth saving

My brother Cain he's a jealous man
I seen him standin on his boundin line there eyein off my land
while I myself desire for nothing
and that’s just the kind of wanting that my brother
he finds it hard to understand

Yeah my brother Cain he’s a proud, proud man
and sorry’s not a word he’s accustomed to be usin
but there’s just one simple thing he don’t understand
that it’s blood that binds the brother to the man

And the seasons never turn here and the rain it never falls
you get yourself just sick and tired of waiting
for something to be happenin'
Lord, yeah anything at all
just for something to be happenin…

Did you receive my letter?
You who taught me how to put the pen to paper
Father did you hear my prayer?
Won’t you send a sign your watching,
that your looking that you’re listenin
won’t you send a sign…

………

I just seen an eagle fallin' down upon its kin
surely that’s a sign - and it fills me with foreboding

For if the bonds are broke between the brother and the man
I don’t believe there’s much else that’s worth saving
and I’m not ashamed to say,
that I’m afearin for my land
and for the manner in which these times they would appear to be a changin

and the seasons do not turn here, yeah but I told you that before
you get no sign…
of the manner in which how or when that rock is bound to fall
or for where its gonna be a landin

the seasons do not turn here, the leaves they do not fall
you get no sign of forewarning…