Wildman Green

Wildman Green

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Bob Dylan meets up with Kris Kristofferson, Neil Young, Tom Waits and they get drunk with Leonard Cohen and Willie Nelson drives them to the mexican border.

Biography

real life trucking songs and songs about the road by a guy who was a real life trucker and did all this stuff and also did other things like live on the road and meet weird people and jump freight trains and like that...and rides a motorcycle and quit smoking.

Lyrics

mama say grace

Written By: wildman green

mama say grace
i’m tryin so hard to believe
never had the time to grieve
old man howlin on the whiskey
mama say grace
holdin on with all your might
thought you could make it right
made it through the night
mama say grace
amazing grace
come the night train callin
what’s that out there movin?
mama say grace
amazing grace
good times comin back again
sounds just like the wind

mama say grace
another baby on the way
last one didn’t stay
prob’ly better off that way
mama say grace
give everyone a share
old man cryin from his chair
says he’s never been treated fair
mama say grace
ain’t no one here but you and me
i ain’t got the heart to grieve
i guess it really is time for me to leave
mama say grace
amazing grace
come the night train singing
what’s that out there movin
mama say grace
amazing grace
i promise i’ll come back again
sounds just like the wind.

abraham

Written By: wildmangreen

Abraham
Abraham
Where ya goin
With that knife in your hand
Why are we lost in this foreign land
Where are we going now
Abraham

Abraham my father my son
Where will we be
When this day is done
Shall I hide
Or shall I run
Who will see the morning sun

Many are called
Few are chosen
Your faith will lie
Where the truth is spoken
Abraham my father my son
Can this ever be undone

Abraham
Abraham
What shall we do now
We have the truth
What are we really trying to prove
How will we ever heal these wounds
Abraham
My father my son
Where will we be when this day’s done
Who will you embrace
Who will be shunned
Do not march to that ancient drum

Many are called
Few are chosen
The truth must lie
Where your faith is broken
Abraham my father my son
Can this ever be undone

Abraham
Abraham
Who can say they’ve seen the night
Until they march at darkness side
And gather souls for eventide
Abraham
My father my son
Tell me now
The silence grows
In the empty streets
And the crowded roads
you should have told him no…

Many are called
Few are chosen
Your faith will lie
Where the truth is broken
Abraham my father my son
Can this ever be undone

last dance

Written By: wildmangreen

Pass me the bottle the night’s moving in
It’s looking for someone like me
I’ll just hitch a ride on this runaway wind and I don’t give a damn about mighta been
Just a bird in a boxcar ride the rails through the Badlands
Jumped a cold midnight freight bound for Paradise Bay
And them boxcars are freezing but the cops are always in season
And they’re waitin in the rain for to take you away

Nobody knows what the wind knows
Nobody knows where it’s been
I ain’t got much to show for my time on the road
But I’d do it all over again
I’d do it all over again

Strung out on the plains in the grit winds a blowin
Are you comin or going you don’t hardly know
And there ain’t nothing worse to be left here in Kansas
When Dorthy’s run off and she stole all your blow
When come to my rescue a flaming white chariot
And a blood haired medusa who cut a fast deal
And we eight-balled and DT’d all over these mountains
She squeezed out my juice and threw down the peel

Nobody knows what the wind knows
Nobody knows where it’s been
I ain’t got much to show for my time on the road
But I’d do it all over again
I’d do it all over again
Up the gold coast in the old templar harbor
The carnies are buyin a round for a change
You better get down when the beer starts to flyin
And I soon feel my fist comin off of his face
And there’s whistles and sirens and bolts of black lightning
And I’m cold to the road, makin love to the rain
Get up one more time, boy you know you can take it
and you know what you’ll catch if you don’t catch that train..

I keep moving I know cause I got no place to go
And I might meet myself comin back down this road
I crashed through this window, I can’t remember a thing
And my black box is listed as missing
At the edge of the world the big tide is movin
And the stars are all leavin and the moon’s going down
Pass me the bottle for I feel the night creepin
And I hear an old drifter sing his sad song….

Nobody knows what the wind knows
Nobody knows where it’s been
I ain’t got much to show for my time on the road
But I’d do it all over again
I’d do it all over again

nowhere land

Written By: wildman green

from slavery were
the people freed
but soon they did complain
behold, one master bites the dust
yet another doth take his place
and wandered thirty centuries
the wind to call their home
it’s a long way back from nowhere land
when you got nowhere to go...

seasoned in the burning rains
their fate rides on the flood
and strikes the candles from the ark
and buries them in the mud
the priest with cross a blazing sword
doth raze their temples down
it’s a long way back from nowhere land
in blood the world is bound

it’s a long way back from nowhere land
a long way back until you stand
with just one rain drop in your hand
and the road a blazing onward

their ashes drift, a burning snow
from smoke clouds did they fall
and now the storm doth rise again
solution’s final call
treachery on every side
and those who now proclaim
we shall rid this world of hatred
just kill everyone we hate

prophets sing in desert songs
of ancient ocean seas
and waves of retribution
that will bring the victors to their knees
and strung like all their lying
words
on the rosary of deceit
the priests and politicians
shall swing together

they say He walked in Galilee
his hand upon the sun
love your brother as yourself
I guess he was the only one
For lo in Satan’s glowing fields
There grows the poisoned tree
it’s a long way back from nowhere land
if you believe that you are free

it’s a long way back from nowhere land
a long way back and then you stand
with one pure rain drop in your hand
on the silent road of morning

Discography

Wildman: Nine songs. Independently produced by The Call Co.,....available online. You Can Only Follow chosen as one of the 'Best of the Fest', Nashville, 2006.