Willow Trees

Benny was a lady from the inside in
All the town ninnys say he's livin' in sin
He run for the hills when they come with canes
And kept well hit till the summer rains

Fly friend fly, till you find your way
Higher then the place where the hatin' people play
Keep between the sea and the melting sun 
For your wings of wax will surely run

Benny run aroud like a toad with a tail
Like a box-car done lost its rail
He found some place a time or two
Then run again when the sky turned blue

Fly friend fly, till you find your way
Higher then the place where the hatin' people play
Keep between the sea and the melting sun 
For your wings of wax will surely run

Benny met a buddy at the world's end
It's a beer joint where the bad road bends
An' he kept a sittin' for a second round
The hatin' people come when your guard is down

Fly friend fly, till you find your way
Higher then the place where the hatin' people play
Keep between the sea and the melting sun 
For your wings of wax will surely run

Benny got away, and he took to soar
He got up higher than he'd done before
Fell from the sky where the water's deep
The trees saw it all, now the willows still weep

Fly friend fly, till you find your way
Higher then the place where the hatin' people play
Keep between the sea and the melting sun 
For your wings of wax will surely run

The Railway Saloon

The leaves aren't on their trees, anymore
You went and took the boat, left behind an oar
What good is a map, with a hundred thousand roads
When all those little lines seem to lead away from home

I'll be sitting at the railway a drink or two
First will be for you, the second one for you
Go on ramblin' man, find your way
I'll be sittin' here letting good love go to waist

The trees may never hold their leaves again
They had to let em' go, blowin' in the wind
Autumn is the time when good things end
I just hope they all come back around the bend

I'll be sitting at the railway a drink or two
First will be for you, the second one for you
go on ramblin' man, find your way
I'll be sittin' here letting good love go to waist

You took me to the lake in early spring
I knew from the beginin', with you there'd be no ring
I've got the oar you left for me to keep
But that wont get me through where the waters deep

I'll be sitting at the railway a drink or two
First will be for you, the second one for you
go on ramblin' man, find your way
I'll be sittin' here letting good love go to waist

Auction Block

She was too young for the auction block
Now she's married off washin dirty socks
Never figured on a stranger gonna come along
With a higher bid, but the goods are gone

She give herself away
She give herself away, yea yea
She give herself away, when the bids were low

Well, time brings change, wherever he goes
An' a two bit town, it just grows and grows
Till the picken' ain't slim, like it used to be
But she'll be washin' dirty socks for eternity

She give herself away
She give herself away, yea yea
She give herself away, when the bids were low

A banker come from Huston, and an oil man from Tennessee
Her own bo was workin' doubles, left her lonely as a woman can be
Sometime in the empty, somewhere in the night
That unhappy woman, she did what she knew ain't right

She give herself away
She give herself away, yea yea
She give herself away, when the bids were low