Live at the Murphy Larsen Place
1 Choices
2 Standin on the Edge of Lonely
3 Wanderer's Lament
4 Reno
5 Not So Lonely Now
6 I Just Can't Find the Time
7 It's Still Callin Your Name
8 Mr Highway
9 A Woodcutter's Dream
10 50 Years and Growing
11 Heart Like Summertime
1 Choices
Simple is not what I see here today
And I’m not quite sure why anyone stays
A simpler life, a simpler time
I hope there’s a future in this plan of mine
Oooooh, I’m gonna ride Oooooh, up from the sea
Oooooh, I’m gonna ride
Just me and my pony livin’ to be free, Just me and my pony livin’ to be free
So many choices, so many roads
Why can’t we choose the one that goes slow
With time to remember and time to forget
And time to make choices we won’t regret
Stand on the mountain, pristine on high
Watch all the jet streams, hear the jet engines cry
And wonder why people chase money and speed
If faster is better, it’s no better for me
I want to live like the grass and the cattle it’s friend
And spend my time horseback, ‘cause that’s who I am
I want to be alive when they take down the wire
Share the wild secrets and sleep when I’m tired
Well, I know I’m a fool, but I’ve met plenty more
Those who keep spendin’ what we can’t afford
And I know I’m a dreamer, but I’m prayin’ too
And if the Lord’s willin’, this is what I’ll do.
2 Standing on the Edge of Lonely
Well it’s three a.m. at the Hotel Nevada when I lay my guitar down
Folks wander out on their frozen roads home and I climb the stairs alone
When the music’s good, I’m playin’ like I should, I can forget the cold outside,
But when my amps turned down, I know I’m too far from home and those feelings I just can’t hide
That’s when I’m standing on the edge of lonely, getting ready to walk on in
I keep watchin their eyes but there are no surprises I need a woman and a friend
Times I feel I just open up the window, let in the winter wind
That’s when I’m standing on the edge of lonely, getting ready to walk on in
Well if I made some moves played my cards real smooth, I suppose I might not leave alone
And though it’s crossed my mind, it would be so blind when what I really need is a home
But I just can’t ignore the chance that somewhere in this desperate room
Is a cowgirl with a kind heart who is ready to sing my tune
3 Wanderers Lament
Sometimes I’m just seeing things, the rest of the time I’m blind
There’s a maze of trails I’ve traveled down, each one is a sign
For those of us who leave the road there’s no way to pretend
Well I don’t know where I’m going and my memory wears thin.
Well I left my home at eighteen years, that’s not so strange to do
Fancied myself a wanderer a romance riding through
Laughed at all the petty things that normal people crave
And in my pride and disbelief I feared not life, nor grave
Hear now what I say to you, I have no regrets
Well, I’m just no longer confident that this horse is the best
He’s kept me clear of hidden fates, he’s kept me hard and thin
But when it’s come time to slow down, well I cannot rein him in.
Well I cannot recall just when I made that simple choice
Why I took to the wind one night like it was a hidden voice
You can pray for me my friend and I will pray for you
Yes and when you hear the wind tonight, you’ll know I’m listening, too.
4 Reno
Have you ever been up that road to Reno on the high desert side
When all your memories seem like such fertile seeds and you fear that you can never pass them by
Have you ever listened to the radio as it faded away into cracklin’ dust
You can leave it behind you, but something still reminds you of the time before the music was lost.
Get on back, get on back, get on gone
Maybe it’s the devil, maybe just a time when God was wrong
Get on back, get on back, get on gone
Tryin’ to make up for lost time, only going to show how much time has gone on
To be here traveling down that same road, yet it seems that some days I have learned
In brilliant flashes my memory matches all the pages that have been turned
On the highway away from Reno, somewhere in my mind’s eye
Anger and love surrounding, I feel that I am sounding the depths beneath the highway that I ride
5 Not So Lonely Now
Times when I was lonely, far away wondering why
Time did not work for me, I’m less lonely now
Dawn’s gray mists have scorned me, truth lay cold and did not smile
Moments melting slowly I’m less lonely now
I can see a day so soon, slumbering softly, souls entwined
Secrets I have held away, I give them all to you
Thoughts take time to temper and I’ve had time enough alone
Never before could I see through, I’m not so lonely now
Time is short ‘til I’m with you, I don’t feel so lonely now
6 I Just Can’t Find the Time
Well I keep myself busy finding ways to spend my time
Got a whole stack of books, friends that I could write
I can spend fifteen minutes deciding which album to play
Shuffle through my magazines, see which one I haven’t read today
But if I thought about the one thing that’s always on my mind
Well it would drive me to distraction, finding more ways to spend my time
Well that woman she ain’t nothing, she just makes me blind
And until I forget her, I just can’t find the time
Well I keep myself busy finding ways to spend my time
Tomorrow’s another day, so that’s where I set my mind
I’ve got plans to make for what I could or should do
And I must think of when I’m through with that, too
7 It’s Still Calling Your Name
This is the wind that turns faces to gravel
When the romance is gone and the need is to travel
By horse or by plane, but chores they are calling
Canyons are rough, the sunset is falling
Well young men dream future, old men dream past
Both feel the winter, the blizzard’s cold blast
Oh that wind knows no secrets, the wind tells no lies
It just whistles each crevice ‘till you feel it inside
Cause if it’s cold or it’s burning, if it’s wet or it’s dusty
It’s still known by the same
The wind knows no brother no sister or lover
But it’s still calling your name, it’s still calling your name
Well, days in the saddle, they’re like days on the ground
Long when you’re in them, then gone with no sound
But the saddle, it’s movement; the ground, it’s too slow
The saddle is wind when the ground’s left below
So tighten your cinches and swing from your stirrups
And believe that you know what it’s like to be free
And dream that your fences will never need mending
And dream that you’ll never come back to your feet
8 Mr Highway
Well ya know I got me a car and I can drive real fast
One big mean machine and I can drive real fast
It’s an old, old car and I’m afraid that it just won’t last
Singin’, hey Mr. Highway, what ya gonna do, gonna do for me
Hey Mr. Highway, what ya gonna do for me
Gonna set me free, set me free
Headlights are shining, but I can’t see far
Layin’ smooth in that fast lane, but I can’t see far
I’m headed down this highway, must have looked like a fallin’ star
I got too far to go, too much done to turn back
Too far to go, too much done to turn back now
I’m gonna keep on burnin’, keep on burnin’ ‘til the candle’s black.
9 A Woodcutters Dream
I’m not simple, I’m just simple, there’s what is and what it means
My mind is changed, some say it’s gone, I have walked within my dreams
Back is strong, grip is hard, but that’s no way to feel
I’ve turned away from the way it is, I have forgotten what is real
And dream a woodcutter’s dream
From a heart that’s grown lean
Pale sweat in the dawn
Let the muddy road pass on, let the muddy road pass on
My hands are real, the saw is sharp, the dead white oak will fall
Grey dog smiles, I roll a log and I swing the splitting maul
I have no license, I load my truck, I drive, the dog he runs
Dry wood cracks, I go to camp and lie sleeping for the rising sun
10 Fifty Years and Growing
My Grandad is a cowboy, rides out on the range
Living out an American dream on the high New Mexico plains
Granny’s been right by his side, now on fifty years
Been there through the good times, been there through the tears
They’ve raised a righteous family, living on God’s side,
Somewhere between humility and pride
They’ve seen the world gone sour, come back and down again
All the dust and the blizzards and the sun shines in the end
Well the wind blows through as the windmill it turns on
For everything it passes there is something left beyond
Like the rainbow at the end of the summer storm is there because it belongs
The love that springs eternal keeps growing on
My mind is filled with memories of that old man on a horse
Of biscuits and milk gravy and a pie for dessert
Of tales told while visiting of golden times and showers
Of quilts so warm and comforting young calves and branding fires
Lord I wonder what it must be like to hold a love that true
To take a part in something so sacred, everlasting new
It must take pride and dignity, it must take humble care
Learning how to hold on, learning how to share
All the old cattlemen, they know my Grandad’s name
Seems like he’s worked every ranch up here on this range
And they’ve sat at Granny’s table, wherever it might be
Telling those long, long stories of their lives so hard and free
Well now, Granny won’t you tell me what it’s been like to live those times
You’ve come through it all so gracefully with your gentle eyes
I am still young and I hope you know that you’ve set for me a light
And I hope that I can always keep it, keep it clear in sight
11 Heart Like Summertime
It’s the little things I see, that show me what this means
Filtering through the branches, sunlight of my dreams
And everywhere I go, I know that it shows
Your hand’s been in mine, heart like summertime
Heart like summertime, your hand’s been in mine
I found myself surrounded by arms strong warm and kind
And I know that it shows, everywhere I go
Every time you smile, your face reflects in mine
And I hear the sweetness of singing
Taste salty tears that are springing
From eyes just opened of sleeping
By loves first gentle rays
It’s the little things I see, that show me how to be
From a little less to a little more close to who I am
And heart like summertime, your hand’s been in mine
And I know that it shows everywhere I go
Your hand’s been in mine, heart like summertime
2 Standin on the Edge of Lonely
3 Wanderer's Lament
4 Reno
5 Not So Lonely Now
6 I Just Can't Find the Time
7 It's Still Callin Your Name
8 Mr Highway
9 A Woodcutter's Dream
10 50 Years and Growing
11 Heart Like Summertime
1 Choices
Simple is not what I see here today
And I’m not quite sure why anyone stays
A simpler life, a simpler time
I hope there’s a future in this plan of mine
Oooooh, I’m gonna ride Oooooh, up from the sea
Oooooh, I’m gonna ride
Just me and my pony livin’ to be free, Just me and my pony livin’ to be free
So many choices, so many roads
Why can’t we choose the one that goes slow
With time to remember and time to forget
And time to make choices we won’t regret
Stand on the mountain, pristine on high
Watch all the jet streams, hear the jet engines cry
And wonder why people chase money and speed
If faster is better, it’s no better for me
I want to live like the grass and the cattle it’s friend
And spend my time horseback, ‘cause that’s who I am
I want to be alive when they take down the wire
Share the wild secrets and sleep when I’m tired
Well, I know I’m a fool, but I’ve met plenty more
Those who keep spendin’ what we can’t afford
And I know I’m a dreamer, but I’m prayin’ too
And if the Lord’s willin’, this is what I’ll do.
2 Standing on the Edge of Lonely
Well it’s three a.m. at the Hotel Nevada when I lay my guitar down
Folks wander out on their frozen roads home and I climb the stairs alone
When the music’s good, I’m playin’ like I should, I can forget the cold outside,
But when my amps turned down, I know I’m too far from home and those feelings I just can’t hide
That’s when I’m standing on the edge of lonely, getting ready to walk on in
I keep watchin their eyes but there are no surprises I need a woman and a friend
Times I feel I just open up the window, let in the winter wind
That’s when I’m standing on the edge of lonely, getting ready to walk on in
Well if I made some moves played my cards real smooth, I suppose I might not leave alone
And though it’s crossed my mind, it would be so blind when what I really need is a home
But I just can’t ignore the chance that somewhere in this desperate room
Is a cowgirl with a kind heart who is ready to sing my tune
3 Wanderers Lament
Sometimes I’m just seeing things, the rest of the time I’m blind
There’s a maze of trails I’ve traveled down, each one is a sign
For those of us who leave the road there’s no way to pretend
Well I don’t know where I’m going and my memory wears thin.
Well I left my home at eighteen years, that’s not so strange to do
Fancied myself a wanderer a romance riding through
Laughed at all the petty things that normal people crave
And in my pride and disbelief I feared not life, nor grave
Hear now what I say to you, I have no regrets
Well, I’m just no longer confident that this horse is the best
He’s kept me clear of hidden fates, he’s kept me hard and thin
But when it’s come time to slow down, well I cannot rein him in.
Well I cannot recall just when I made that simple choice
Why I took to the wind one night like it was a hidden voice
You can pray for me my friend and I will pray for you
Yes and when you hear the wind tonight, you’ll know I’m listening, too.
4 Reno
Have you ever been up that road to Reno on the high desert side
When all your memories seem like such fertile seeds and you fear that you can never pass them by
Have you ever listened to the radio as it faded away into cracklin’ dust
You can leave it behind you, but something still reminds you of the time before the music was lost.
Get on back, get on back, get on gone
Maybe it’s the devil, maybe just a time when God was wrong
Get on back, get on back, get on gone
Tryin’ to make up for lost time, only going to show how much time has gone on
To be here traveling down that same road, yet it seems that some days I have learned
In brilliant flashes my memory matches all the pages that have been turned
On the highway away from Reno, somewhere in my mind’s eye
Anger and love surrounding, I feel that I am sounding the depths beneath the highway that I ride
5 Not So Lonely Now
Times when I was lonely, far away wondering why
Time did not work for me, I’m less lonely now
Dawn’s gray mists have scorned me, truth lay cold and did not smile
Moments melting slowly I’m less lonely now
I can see a day so soon, slumbering softly, souls entwined
Secrets I have held away, I give them all to you
Thoughts take time to temper and I’ve had time enough alone
Never before could I see through, I’m not so lonely now
Time is short ‘til I’m with you, I don’t feel so lonely now
6 I Just Can’t Find the Time
Well I keep myself busy finding ways to spend my time
Got a whole stack of books, friends that I could write
I can spend fifteen minutes deciding which album to play
Shuffle through my magazines, see which one I haven’t read today
But if I thought about the one thing that’s always on my mind
Well it would drive me to distraction, finding more ways to spend my time
Well that woman she ain’t nothing, she just makes me blind
And until I forget her, I just can’t find the time
Well I keep myself busy finding ways to spend my time
Tomorrow’s another day, so that’s where I set my mind
I’ve got plans to make for what I could or should do
And I must think of when I’m through with that, too
7 It’s Still Calling Your Name
This is the wind that turns faces to gravel
When the romance is gone and the need is to travel
By horse or by plane, but chores they are calling
Canyons are rough, the sunset is falling
Well young men dream future, old men dream past
Both feel the winter, the blizzard’s cold blast
Oh that wind knows no secrets, the wind tells no lies
It just whistles each crevice ‘till you feel it inside
Cause if it’s cold or it’s burning, if it’s wet or it’s dusty
It’s still known by the same
The wind knows no brother no sister or lover
But it’s still calling your name, it’s still calling your name
Well, days in the saddle, they’re like days on the ground
Long when you’re in them, then gone with no sound
But the saddle, it’s movement; the ground, it’s too slow
The saddle is wind when the ground’s left below
So tighten your cinches and swing from your stirrups
And believe that you know what it’s like to be free
And dream that your fences will never need mending
And dream that you’ll never come back to your feet
8 Mr Highway
Well ya know I got me a car and I can drive real fast
One big mean machine and I can drive real fast
It’s an old, old car and I’m afraid that it just won’t last
Singin’, hey Mr. Highway, what ya gonna do, gonna do for me
Hey Mr. Highway, what ya gonna do for me
Gonna set me free, set me free
Headlights are shining, but I can’t see far
Layin’ smooth in that fast lane, but I can’t see far
I’m headed down this highway, must have looked like a fallin’ star
I got too far to go, too much done to turn back
Too far to go, too much done to turn back now
I’m gonna keep on burnin’, keep on burnin’ ‘til the candle’s black.
9 A Woodcutters Dream
I’m not simple, I’m just simple, there’s what is and what it means
My mind is changed, some say it’s gone, I have walked within my dreams
Back is strong, grip is hard, but that’s no way to feel
I’ve turned away from the way it is, I have forgotten what is real
And dream a woodcutter’s dream
From a heart that’s grown lean
Pale sweat in the dawn
Let the muddy road pass on, let the muddy road pass on
My hands are real, the saw is sharp, the dead white oak will fall
Grey dog smiles, I roll a log and I swing the splitting maul
I have no license, I load my truck, I drive, the dog he runs
Dry wood cracks, I go to camp and lie sleeping for the rising sun
10 Fifty Years and Growing
My Grandad is a cowboy, rides out on the range
Living out an American dream on the high New Mexico plains
Granny’s been right by his side, now on fifty years
Been there through the good times, been there through the tears
They’ve raised a righteous family, living on God’s side,
Somewhere between humility and pride
They’ve seen the world gone sour, come back and down again
All the dust and the blizzards and the sun shines in the end
Well the wind blows through as the windmill it turns on
For everything it passes there is something left beyond
Like the rainbow at the end of the summer storm is there because it belongs
The love that springs eternal keeps growing on
My mind is filled with memories of that old man on a horse
Of biscuits and milk gravy and a pie for dessert
Of tales told while visiting of golden times and showers
Of quilts so warm and comforting young calves and branding fires
Lord I wonder what it must be like to hold a love that true
To take a part in something so sacred, everlasting new
It must take pride and dignity, it must take humble care
Learning how to hold on, learning how to share
All the old cattlemen, they know my Grandad’s name
Seems like he’s worked every ranch up here on this range
And they’ve sat at Granny’s table, wherever it might be
Telling those long, long stories of their lives so hard and free
Well now, Granny won’t you tell me what it’s been like to live those times
You’ve come through it all so gracefully with your gentle eyes
I am still young and I hope you know that you’ve set for me a light
And I hope that I can always keep it, keep it clear in sight
11 Heart Like Summertime
It’s the little things I see, that show me what this means
Filtering through the branches, sunlight of my dreams
And everywhere I go, I know that it shows
Your hand’s been in mine, heart like summertime
Heart like summertime, your hand’s been in mine
I found myself surrounded by arms strong warm and kind
And I know that it shows, everywhere I go
Every time you smile, your face reflects in mine
And I hear the sweetness of singing
Taste salty tears that are springing
From eyes just opened of sleeping
By loves first gentle rays
It’s the little things I see, that show me how to be
From a little less to a little more close to who I am
And heart like summertime, your hand’s been in mine
And I know that it shows everywhere I go
Your hand’s been in mine, heart like summertime