 
Something About Freedom 
They Don't Thrill Me Like You Do
Come On Over
I Want You
It's Your Love
Weak Coffee
You're The Path
So Much Weather
Red leaves fall; tumble down in the rain.
Red leaves fallin’; tumblin’ down in the rain.
You’re my umbrella protectin’ me from pain.
And when I feel your love, surrounding me,
We’re like a boat floatin’ in the deep blue sea.
That’s why I need your sweet, sweet love---
So much weather comin’ down from above.
Winter storm; bringin’ in the snow.
Gray winter storm; bringin’ in the snow.
Your love’s a blanket; keeps me from gettin’ cold.
And when I feel your love, surrounding me,
We’re like a boat floatin’ in the deep blue sea.
That’s why I need your sweet, sweet love---
So much weather comin’ down from above.
Flowers bloom; wind’s howlin’ free.
Spring flowers bloomin’; wind’s howlin’ free.
Blows you home, blow’s you home to me.
And when I feel your love, surrounding me,
We’re like a boat floatin’ in the deep blue sea.
That’s why I need your sweet, sweet love---
So much weather comin’ down from above.
Summer sun’s; beatin’ hot on the ground.
Hot yellow sun; can’t even touch the ground.
Back in the shade, baby you lay me down.
And when I feel your love, surrounding me,
We’re like a boat floatin’ in the deep blue sea.
That’s why I need your sweet, sweet love---
So much weather comin’ down from above.
Back When He Was Young
Said he was bad; he hung his head.
They said he was bad; he hung his head.
Back when he was young,
He’d crawl down in his bed.
Yellin’ and screamin’ made him hide.
Yellin’ and screamin’ made him hide.
Back when he was young
No one lovin’ at his side.
He couldn’t speak his own mind.
He couldn’t speak his own mind.
Back when he was young,
They’d hit him from behind.
Crackin’ of the whip made him cry.
The crackin’ of the whip made him cry.
Back when he was young,
Scared someone’s gonna die.
He never goes home anymore.
He never goes home anymore.
Back when he was young
He walked right out the door.
They can’t make him feel bad
Now that he’s old.
Can’t make him feel bad now that he’s old.
Now that he’s old,
He found love of his own.
Now that he’s old,
He found love he can hold.
Now that he’s old,
He found love in his soul.
Gonna Move On
Man I love is mean to me,
He runs around like a dog with fleas,
Gonna move on; Gonna move on;
Gonna move on find a man who’s sweet to me.
He says I’m too fat then I’m too thin,
Gonna find a man who loves me like I am,
Gonna move on, Gonna move on,
Gonna move on find a man who loves me like I am.
He likes my money but he don’t like me,
Takes my money out but he won’t take me,
Gonna move on, gonna move on,
Gonna move on find a man who ain’t using me.
I don’t care if the road is long,
I’ll be singin’ a joyful song,
‘Cause I’m movin’ on, I’m movin’ on,
I’m movin’ on ‘cause my man he done me wrong.
It’s Never Too Soon
Hot cereal in the mornin’, sing songs ‘til noon.
See my baby in the evening; it’s never too soon.
Pray for peace at sunrise, feed the kids at lunch.
At night I’m with my baby, I like him so much.
He gets my heart a pumpin’, when we dance real slow.
Hear the crickets chirpin’, ‘til it’s time to go.
Sounds of laughter ringin’ as the clouds float by.
Soft breezes blowin’ ‘round my baby and I.
It’s the simple things in my life I hold dear.
Food in my garden; having family near.
He gets my heart a pumpin’, when we dance real slow.
Hear the crickets chirpin’, ‘til it’s time to go.
Down On the Farm
I was born, down on the farm;
I was born, down on the farm.
We had no money, never traveled far.
Sun rises, hot in the sky;
Sun rises, hot in the sky.
Momma’s pregnant, can’t get rid of the flies.
Catfish swim, in the muddy ol’ river.
Catfish swim in the muddy ol’ river.
Daddy catch them, fries them for supper.
Love the cool, night summer sky;
Love the coolin’, night summer sky.
Lay in the field, watch the moon drift by.
Lonesome cows, cry me to sleep;
Lonesome cows, cry me to sleep.
Sisters and brothers, hear the little calves weep.
Train rolls by, six times a day.
Train rolls by, six times a day.
Was always dreamin’, it would carry me away.
We were born, down on the farm;
We were born, down on the farm.
No amount of workin’, got us very far.
Wanna Go Back To the Country
Wanna go back to the country; feel the fresh wind on my face.
I get my comfort there, ridin’ through the open space.
Wanna ride my handsome cowboy out on the big wide range.
No fences there to hold us in, just sweet desert sage.
Wanna swim in the muddy river,
When it’s warm and movin’ slow…
Get up early in the mornin’;
Nowhere special to go.
Wanna ride with my baby in the bright sunshine ‘til the
evenin’ skies turn red.
His arms wrapped ‘round when it’s time to rest our heads.
My heart skips a beat when I look him in the eye,
Layin’ out in the wilderness, the world can just pass us by.
Wanna feel my baby next to me; when the land has lost its light.
Out where the stars shine so bright in the darkness of the night.
Feel the sweat run down his back when it’s good and hot outside.
He’ll swing me up on his saddle and we’ll ride and ride and ride.
He’ll swing me up on his saddle and we’ll ride and ride and ride.
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