The Cutters

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Maria Tijuana

Written By: Teresa Morgan

Maria of Tijuana
by Teresa Morgan
© 2001 Skookumchuck Music - All Rights Reserved

Your daddy, he's sitting on a bar stool down the road,
ain't no work come thru these days.
Your Mama, she died years ago,
left five babies for you to raise.
Your stomach, it's hungry and the flour is all gone.
The last of the sow is soon to go.
That bad man on the corne,r who's been calling out your name,
he wants to take you home.

Chorus:
Oh, Maria of Tijuana,
in north Mexico,
there's an angel trying to stop you,
and a demon who wont let go.

That bad man on the corner sells cocaine to his friends,
he dresses nice and he has a car.
The priest at Santa Rosa's says he might find you a job.
It pays fifty cents an hour.
You're tired, you're frightened, and you're left here all alone.
Jesus's fever's worse today.
The doctor, he's busy, got no time to make a call,
but he would if you could pay.

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Fourteen came last week, there were no flowers or birthday cards,
dinner was fry bread and a slice of pork.
Your party, it lived in the power of your dreams.
As you stitched and cleaned and did your chores.
Your stomach, it's hungry and the flour is all gone.
The last of the sow is soon to go.
That bad man, on the corner, who's been calling out your name,
he wants to take you home.

Chorus

Fields of Gettysburg

Written By: Philip Morgan

Fields of Gettysburg
by Philip Morgan
© 2001 Skookumchuck Music - All Rights Reserved

They call me Henry Harper, my christian name is Creed
I come from Old Virginia, the land is all I need
I went to serve Virginia in 1861
When brother fought with brother, and fathers with their sons

Now I ain't much for talking, I don't have much to say
I never mind the weather on these hot Virginia days
The hottest day there ever was, or like will ever be
was on the 3rd day of July in 1863

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I won't pick up that rifle, that is my final word
I will not break the silence of the fields of Gettysburg +

We lay for seven hours beneath that blazing sun
All waiting for the order that we knew was sure to come
A mile of open pasture between us and our foe
Across that open pasture 12,000 men would go

Virginia's flags flew bravely, we marched as on parade
The largest charge of infantry that ever has been made
Above us on the ridge top were countless coats of blue
Like hail stones all around us, their deadly bullets flew

CHORUS

And just below the ridge top, pinned down behind a wall
My General stood to lead us, "Who'll follow me?" he called
Three hundred made that final charge into the mouth of hell
And as we reached their cannon, my noble General fell

It was our highest watermark, but who can count the cost?
From there we made The Long Retreat, and there our cause was lost
The noblest blood was spilled up there as flows in human veins
In less time than an hour, 4,000 men were slain

CHORUS

Now, you ask why I will not march or wear that uniform
When all the old men gather in remembrance of The War
Well, after Appomattox, I laid my rifle down
I prayed to God I'd never spill more blood upon the ground

And besides, I don't associate with liars, and I've heard
Some old men say they never ran that day at Gettysburg
Well, I crossed wall with Armistead and to you I will swear
The only ones who didn't run are all the men still there

CHORUS

I heard how Mr. Lincoln travelled up there on the train
I heard that he spoke softly in the cold November rain
He gave a benediction for brave and honest men
But what we lost at Gettysburg we will not find again

CHORUS

[Author's Note: Creed Henry Harper was 1st Sergeant of Company C, 53rd Virginia Infantry, Army of Northern Virginia -- and my twice great grandfather. He raised my grandmother, and I was very close to her. These lyrics are his words.]

Dream Girl

Written By: Arwen Morgan

She was twelve years old when she first ever saw his face (his grace)
Oh, the flirty remarks put the whole thing into place
Well, goodbyes are essential and she left that time without shame

She was thirteen years when he first ever kissed her heart
young enough to reach out and he filled in every part
Well, goodbyes are essential and she left that time with tears

Oh, but she was thinking...
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I’ll remember you when this life gets too hard to face
yeah you’ll be on my mind like an addiction I can’t trace
I will be your dream girl and I will comfort you
When this world has no place for people like us two

She was fourteen years when he first ever said “I love you”, (I really do)
and she took it in like a sacred bond she’d hold to (and she held to)
well, young love is essential and it kept her hanging on

She was fifteen years when she decided to own it
screaming, “I love you” as he kissed her in the rain by the window pane
romance is essential and it kept her hanging on

and she left thinking...

CHORUS

She was sixteen years when she finally said “this is pointless and jointless
I got a boy back home and a full life you’ve just distorted”
She said ”I have to let you go and thank you for making it easy” (It wasn’t easy)

She was seventeen when he filled her thoughts like water (oh he got her)
She said “I’m sorry my dear but I have to know why his love is so clear and so dear”
He held her close and said I’ll get you in the end

Well belief is essential and it morphs into faith
Screaming “I’ll come for you my dear, just wait”

and she left thinking...

CHORUS

She was eighteen years when he finally said “this is pointless and jointless
I’ve got a girl here and a full life you just distorted
let it go we were young we were dumb we don’t need eachother”

Well apathy is essential and it morphs into faith
Screaming “I don’t like you for breaking my hearts
oh. and who needs day dreams?
Who needs goodbyes?
Who needs romance?
Who needs these crazy schemes?
I don’t need you
Never knew you
don’t know you
and I don’t want you

Oh but she was thinking...

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