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Cabbagetown

by Delta Moon

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released March 17, 2017

Tom Gray: Vocals, lap steel guitar, guitar, keyboards, and harmonica on Track 9.
Mark Johnson: Vocals, guitar, mandoguitar, and lap steel on Track 1.
Franher Joseph: Vocals, bass, and upright bass on Tracks 3 and 9.
Marlon Patton: Drums and percussion.
Kyshona Armstrong: Vocals on Tracks 1, 2, 5 and 10.
Susannah Masarie: Vocals on Tracks 1, 2 and 4.
Jon Liebman: Harmonica on Track 7.

Produced by Delta Moon
Recorded by Marlon Patton and Jeff Bakos
Mixed by Jeff Bakos at Bakos Amp Works
Mastered by Chris Griffin at Griffin Mastering
Package by Susan Archie at World of AnArchie
Band photography by Jen Boxley
Architectural photography by Brian Brown

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Track Name: Rock and Roll Girl
ROCK AND ROLL GIRL

By Tom Gray
(Gray Matter Publishing BMI)

Mom and Dad were both born on the farm.
I was born in the city, but we didn't stay long.
Moving town to town, I was just a kid,
Tried to fit in but I never really did.

So I joined a rock and roll band,
Seen the world through a haze of one-night stands.
And you, my rock and roll girl,
You're the only thing I've done right in this ragged, round world.

I tried working five days a week,
Sit home in the evening and watch TV,
Eating hamburgers from a paper sack.
The time I sold I'll never get back.

So I joined a rock and roll band,
Seen the world through a haze of one-night stands.
And you, my rock and roll girl,
You're the only thing I've done right in this ragged, round world.

It's a ragged, round world. You can't force it straight.
A simple lie will only complicate.
I don't always know the right thing to say,
But I've got a guitar and I know how to play.

So I joined a rock and roll band,
Seen the world through a haze of one-night stands.
And you, my rock and roll girl,
You're the only thing I've done right in this ragged, round world.
Yeah, you, my rock and roll girl,
You're the only thing I've done right in this ragged, round world.
Track Name: The Day Before Tomorrow
THE DAY BEFORE TOMORROW

By Tom Gray
(Gray Matter Publishing, BMI)

Maybe tomorrow I'll be who you want me to be.
Maybe tomorrow you'll shine your love on me.
Maybe tomorrow we can get what we want.
Maybe tomorrow we can lose what we don't.

When tomorrow comes
We're going to do a lot.
But the thing about tomorrow,
It's coming ready or not,
And the day before tomorrow
Is the only day we've got.

Maybe tomorrow I can find some release.
Maybe tomorrow you'll paint your masterpiece.

When tomorrow comes
We're going to do a lot.
But the thing about tomorrow,
It's coming ready or not,
And the day before tomorrow
Is the only day we've got.

Maybe tomorrow we'll get paid what we're worth.
Maybe tomorrow we can see peace on Earth.

When tomorrow comes
We're going to do a lot.
The thing about tomorrow,
It's coming ready or not,
And the day before tomorrow
Is the only day we've got.
The thing about tomorrow,
It's coming ready or not,
And the day before tomorrow
Is all we've ever got.
It's all we've ever got.
Track Name: Just Lucky I Guess
JUST LUCKY I GUESS

By Tom Gray
(Gray Matter Publishing, BMI)

How in the world did I ever end up here?
Nothing to my name but a pair of sunglasses and a beer.
I got no car. My clothes are a mess.
Oh, I'm just lucky I guess.

I had a woman, as sweet as she could be.
She loved the man she was gonna make out of me.
Now she's gone, moved out west.
Oh, I'm just lucky I guess.

Just a lucky so-and-so.
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm just a lucky so-and-so.
Nowhere to be and nowhere to go.

Once I had money. Once I had fame.
Seemed like the more I played the game
The more I learned to like it less.
Oh, I'm just lucky I guess.
Yeah, I'm
Lucky I guess.
Track Name: Coolest Fools
COOLEST FOOLS

By Tom Gray
(Gray Matter Publishing, BMI)

They say our love don't stand a chance.
They say we'll just get hurt.
I don't know about you, but I would rather dance
Than sit still on my butt in the dirt.

Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
Even falling down.
Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
The coolest fools in town.

Two birds sitting on a fence,
One of 'em's scared to fly.
The other says, "In my experience,
The way to never fail is to never try."

Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
Even falling down.
Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
The coolest fools in town.

And when the silver is in your hair,
You're ninety-two or ninety-one,
D'you wanna sit in your easy chair
And talk about the things you wish you'd done?

Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
Even falling down.
Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
The coolest fools in town.

Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
Even falling down.
Come on, we'll be the coolest fools,
The coolest fools in town.
Track Name: Refugee
REFUGEE

By Tom Gray, Mark Johnson, Franher Joseph and Marlon Patton
(Single Coil Music, Ephjay Music, Marlon Patton Music, BMI)

Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Refugee.
Refugee.

Issme Ahmed. I'm twelve years old.
The town I come from is gone, I've been told.
Mama and Papa were lost at sea.
We wound up in Belgrade, little sister and me.
We don't have much, but we get along,
'Cause I've got a squeezebox and I know a few songs.
Sister's got a flute. She can't play a lot,
She gives that one note everything she's got.

Refugee.
Refugee.

Issme Abu. I've got my papers in order.
But I live in a tent by a fence at the border.
Between one country out and one country in
Is fifty meters of grass. That's where we've been.
Some call us names, but most pass us by.
Some bring us food, and that's how we're alive.
In this whole round world we've got nowhere to be.
So we just keep walking, my family and me.

Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.

Issme Asha. I come here on a boat
Full of so many people it could barely float.
I've been raped and beaten and been all alone.
I've walked through a desert full of human bones.
There's nothing for me in this foreign land.
The people talk a language that I don't understand.
I've sat in this camp for almost a year.
But at least the men are not coming to kill me here.

Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Oh, my my.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Track Name: Mad About You
MAD ABOUT YOU

By Tom Gray, Mark Johnson, Franher Joseph and Marlon Patton
(Single Coil Music, Ephjay Music, Marlon Patton Music, BMI)

Car door slams and you're gone,
Left me sitting at the light.
Through the crowd moving along
You slip into the night.
Talk about your promises, talk about your pride,
Talk about the hurt and pain I feel inside.

Mad -- I'm mad about you.
I can't help myself.
I'm mad about you.

Ain't no reason in the world
For me to feel this way.
All the people in the world --
I'm seeing new ones every day.
Anything you wanted, all you had do was to ask.
But you had to sneak around behind my back.

Mad -- I'm mad about you.
I can't help myself.
I'm mad about you.

Talk about your promises, talk about your pride,
Talk about the hurt and pain I feel inside.
Anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask.
But you had to play it sly, sneak around behind my back.

Mad -- I'm mad about you.
I can't help myself.
I'm mad about you.
Mad -- mad about you.
I can't help myself.
I'm mad about you.
Track Name: Death Letter
DEATH LETTER

By Son House
(BMG Bumblebee OBO Sondik Music, BMI)

I got a letter this morning. How you reckon it read?
I got a letter this morning. How you reckon it read?
It said "Hurry, hurry. The gal you love is dead."

So I grabbed my suitcase. I took off down the road.
I grabbed my suitcase. I took off down the road.
When I got there she was laying on the cooling board.

I walked up right close, and I looked down in her face.
I walked up right close, and I looked down in her face.
I said, "The good old gal got to lay there till the Judgment Day.
The good old gal got to lay there till the Judgment Day."

Looked like ten thousand standing round the burying ground.
Looked like ten thousand standing round the burying ground.
I never knew I loved her until they lowered her down.

Well, I folded my arms, and I slowly walked away.
I folded my arms, and I slowly walked away.
I said, "Farewell, honey. I'll see you on the Judgment Day."
I said, "Farewell, honey. I'll see you on the Judgment Day."

I cried last night. I cried the night before.
I cried last night. I cried the night before.
I've got to change my way of living so I won't have to cry no more.
I've got to change my way of living so I won't have to cry no more.
Track Name: 21st Century Man
21st CENTURY MAN

By Tom Gray, Mark Johnson, Franher Joseph and Marlon Patton
(Single Coil Music, Ephjay Music, Marlon Patton Music, BMI)

I was standing on the corner about a week or so ago.
A woman said I looked just like a man she used to know
Way back when, in the Twentieth Century.
I said there's no use talking 'bout the way things used to be,
'Cause I'm trying to understand
What it means to be a Twenty-first Century man.

Got my amplifier. Got my old guitar.
Got my new computer. Now I want an electric car.
I wish I had it all, but I ain't got one bit.
Some people think they know everything, and me I don't know shit.
I'm just trying to understand
What it means to be a Twenty-first Century man.
What's it mean?

All day long you're sitting, looking at your iPad.
All you want's something worth having, and all you get is mad.
Everybody trying to tell me what I should be.
I just know what's right for you might well be wrong for me.
I'm just trying to understand
What it means to be a Twenty-first Century man.
What's it mean?
I'm doing the best I can,
Trying to be a Twenty-first Century man.
Track Name: Sing Together
SING TOGETHER

By Tom Gray, Mark Johnson, Franher Joseph and Marlon Patton
(Single Coil Music, Ephjay Music, Marlon Patton Music, BMI)

Man came out of Africa
Forty-thousand years ago.
Some burned dark in the tropic sun.
Some turned pale in the snow.
They walked every inch of this Earth,
Sailed the world around,
And every time they met they tried
To shoot each other down

Sing together, children.
Feel it in your heart.
Sing together.
That's a place to start.

Now we're running out of world.
It ain't like long ago.
These days you can't turn around
Without stepping on somebody's toe.
I hear the music popping
With the sounds of many lands,
Calling out around the world,
Something we can all understand.

Sing together, children.
Feel it in your heart.
Sing together.
That's a place to start.
Sing together, children.
Feel it in your heart.
Sing together.
That's a place to start.

You can give a chimpanzee a drum.
It'll never play a beat.
Slip an old guitar to any bum,
And you might hear something sweet.
Listen to the song he's singing.
Know that he can hear you too
Voices raised in harmony
Can help each other see it through.

Sing together, children.
Feel it in your heart.
Sing together.
That's a place to start.
Sing together, children.
Feel it in your heart.
Let's sing together.
That's a place to start.
Sing together, children.
Sing together, children.
Sing together. Sing together.
That's a place to start.