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SO SANG THE WHIPPOORWILL (2013)

So Sang the Whippoorwill

So Sang the Whippoorwill

Run Boy Run

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Run Boy Run's debut album available March 19, 2013 from Sky Island Records features eight original songs, their take on three traditional bluegrass/old-time tunes, and a upbeat reworking of The Band's "Get Up Jake". Here's what Garrison Keillor wrote for the album liner notes:

"Doing a weekly radio show for a few decades a man sometimes feels he
Run Boy Run's debut album available March 19, 2013 from Sky Island Records features eight original songs, their take on three traditional bluegrass/old-time tunes, and a upbeat reworking of The Band's "Get Up Jake". Here's what Garrison Keillor wrote for the album liner notes:

"Doing a weekly radio show for a few decades a man sometimes feels he has heard way too much music and he avoids cafes where singer/songwriters perform and puts his iPod in the drawer and enjoys long silent walks in the snowy woods and then along comes this very band, Run Boy Run, two fiddles, mandolin, cello, and bass, young musicians who have caught the spirit of the traditional and who combine bold playing and beautiful harmony singing, which is a miracle whenever you hear it. My only quibble was whether they shouldn’t separate the Boy from the Run Run with a pair of commas, but now I think not. I saw them clear late one night at a party when they played for three hours straight, unamplified, and danced while they did it, and wanted to play more but the van was leaving. I am old and jaded but I still have my hearing and when I hear Run Boy Run, it all comes back to me, why I started doing that show back then. I hope they go on forever."
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    Get Up Jake 3:08
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    Silver Dagger 3:41
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    Red Rocking Chair 3:26
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    Cora Belle 2:45
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    Roving Davey 3:47
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    Little Girl 4:22
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    Two Brothers 4:27
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    Hoot Owl 3:46
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    Down in the Willow Garden 3:50
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    Lucinda Jones / Cherokee Trail 3:13
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    In the Tea Garden 4:45
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CREDITS

Run Boy Run:
Grace Rolland (Vocals, Cello) 
Matt Rolland (Fiddle) 
Bekah Sandoval Rolland (Vocals, Fiddle, Guitar) 
Jen Sandoval (Vocals, Mandolin) 
Jesse Allen (Upright Bass) 

Produced by Run Boy Run and Jim Brady. 
Recorded at Jim Brady Recording Studios in Tucson, Arizona. 
Tracking, mixing, and mastering by Jim Brady. 
Album packaging by Alex Parisi. 
Album illustration by Aubreigh Brunschwig. 
Photography by Amy Martell. 

All songs published through ASCAP (J. Allen, G. Rolland, J. Sandoval) and BMI (all others) and managed by Modern Works Publishing. 

LYRICS

So Sang the Whippoorwill

So sang the whippoorwill 
Light on the windowsill 

Written by Matthew Charles Rolland 
© 2013 Mattie Groves Music/BMI
 

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Get Up Jake 

Get up Jake, it's late in the mornin' 
The rain is pourin', we got work to do 
Get up Jake, there's no need a lyin' 
You tell me that you're dyin' but I know it's not true 

Now, me and Jake, we work down on the river 
On the ferry Baltimore 
And when Jake don't rise up in the mornin' 
People lined up all along the shore 

Get up Jake, it's late in the mornin' 
The rain is pourin', we got work to do 
Get up Jake, there's no need a lyin' 
You tell me that you're dyin' but I know it's not true 

Crap game will take you to the cleaners 
Rye whiskey to the grave 
River woman, don't you come no closer 
'Cause me and Jake got no time to save, oh, oh 

Get up Jake, it's late in the mornin' 
The rain is pourin', we got work to do 
Get up Jake, there's no need a lyin' 
You tell me that you're dyin' but I know it's not true 

Dirty Dan, he came up from Savannah 
Carried a mean streak in his eye 
Now, him and Jake both wanted Annabella 
I guess one man here has got to die 

Get up Jake, it's late in the mornin' 
The rain is pourin', we got work to do 
Get up Jake and no need a lyin' 
Annabelle's cryin' and it's all for you 

Written by Robbie Robertson 

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Silver Dagger 

Don't sing love songs--you'll wake my mother 
She's sleeping here right by my side 
And in her right hand is a silver dagger 
She says that I can't be your bride 

All men are false, says my mother 
They'll tell you wicked and lovin' lies 
Then the very next evening they'll court another 
Leave you alone to pine and sight 

My daddy is a handsome Devil 
He's got a chain five miles long 
And on every link a heart does dangle 
For another maid he's loved and wronged 

I bid you go and court another 
Make sure that she will be your wife 
For I've been warned and I've decided 
To sleep alone all of my life 

Don't sing love songs--you'll wake my mother 
She's sleeping here right by my side 
And in her right hand is a silver dagger 
She says that I can't be your bride 

Traditional (Public Domain) 

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Red Rocking Chair 

Oh I ain’t got no use for your red rocking chair 
I ain’t got no honey baby now 
I ain’t got no sugar baby now 

Who’ll rock the cradle, who’ll sing my song 
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone 
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone 

I will rock the cradle I will sing your song 
I will rock the cradle when you’re gone 
I will rock the cradle when you’re gone 

Some old rounder came along with his eyes full of gold 
rounder came and he stole my jelly roll 
rounder came and he stole my jelly roll 

It’s all I can do and it’s all I can say 
Take it to your mama next pay day 
Take it to your mama next pay day 

I ain’t got no use for your red rocking chair 
I ain’t got no honey baby now 
I ain’t got no sugar baby now 
I ain’t got no honey baby now 
I ain’t got no sugar baby now 
Living on corn whiskey now 

Traditional (Public Domain) 

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Cora Belle 

Let it ring across the dell 
I’m in love with Cora Belle 
Kissed her once then I kissed her twice 
My heart rang like a bell does chime 

Hair like autumn cheeks a bloom 
Voice sweet as a springtime tune 
Come to me my Cora Belle 
In this heart forever dwell 

You’ve a kindness in your eye 
Like the early morning sky 
And a smile like the spring 
Love it brightens everything 

Cora Belle now listen here 
This old heart is yours my dear 
Rain or shine come sickness health 
Still I love my Cora Belle 

Sir dear sir hear what I say 
She’s to me as light to day 
Til the sun falls from the sky 
Til my soul to him does fly 

You’ve a kindness in your eye 
Like the early morning sky 
And a smile like the spring 
Love it brightens everything 

Follow me through valleys deep 
Rivers wide and mountains steep 
For you know I’d follow you 
To the ends of the earth my love be true 

Hair like autumn cheeks of bloom 
voice sweet as a springtime tune 
come to me my cora belle 
in this heart forever dwell 

You’ve a kindness in your eye 
Like the early morning sky 
And a smile like the spring 
Love it brightens everything 

Music & Lyrics by: Rebekah Sandoval Rolland 
© 2010 De Folk Publishing/BMI 

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Roving Davey 

Stars and stripes are chasing my tail 
If blue skies fell I’d chase them to hell 
I’d find me a cab and drive off the map 
Sayin’ goodbye to hard times and never look back 

I find me a hill when I need a view 
and I seek out a road and walk ‘til I’m new 
It doesn’t take wealth to buy a new day 
I’ll never be rich ‘cuz happy don’t pay 

My name is Roving Davey 
My door’s always open, I threw out the key 
Let’s form us a square and stomp down our cares 
Now dance to the right, don’t you take all night 

Black-eyed Susans and red rocking chairs 
A checkerboard love life of loss and despair 
I never found nothing that never saw use 
But a fine lady’s eye that went roving too 

I met a man who circled the world 
He offered me food to trade him a tune 
That tune traveled round and found me again 
in the hollers and hills of an old string band 

My name is Roving Davey 
My door’s always open, I threw out the key 
Let’s form us a square and stomp down our cares 
Now dance to the right, don’t you take all night 

I hitched a ride to a 12 o’clock dance 
Oh the caller’s now callin’ so grab someone’s hand 
String up the banjo, and rosin the bow 
For as long as there’s dancin, there’s somewhere to go 

My name is Roving Davey 
My door’s always open, I threw out the key 
Let’s form us a square and stomp down our cares 
Now dance to the right, don’t you take all night 

Written by Matthew Charles Rolland 
© 2012 Mattie Groves Music/BMI 

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Little Girl 

Little Girl up to my knee, little girl up to my knee 
Stray not far away from me 
For your papa’s growing old 
For the air is growing cold 

Little Girl up to my hip, little girl up to my hip 
Come upon my knee and sit 
For your papa’s growing old 
For the air is growing cold 

Little Girl up to my chest, little girl up to my chest 
Lay me down now soft to rest 
For your papa’s growing old 
For the air is growing cold 

Music & Lyrics by: Rebekah Sandoval Rolland 
© 2010 De Folk Publishing/BMI 

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Two Brothers 

Two brothers by blood, bound together by life 
A knot that was severed by a knife in the night 
And down on the beaches of old Mexico 
You can still hear them crying for the life that they stole 

They crossed for adventure, some pesos to spend 
A lust quickly filled, by a bottle with no end 
Stumbling and bleary, they spilled to the night 
The liquor hot, their fists clenched to fight 

Oh Mexico, my heart is broken 
Oh, foolish ways, the night has spoken 

The man in the moon shone down on the horror 
My brother reared back, death drawing him closer 
He whipped out his ‘chester, for fun and for show 
But a flash in the moonlight and his knife dropped below 

I cradled his head, as the devil fled from him 
Cursing the darkness and the hell we were in 
No goodbyes were uttered as I held to his hand 
Stripped of my kin, left to drink up my sin 

Oh Mexico, my heart is broken 
Oh, foolish ways, the night has spoken 

At Manuel’s cantina, their tab is still open 
The band keeps on playing, inviting us back over 
But a candle of Mary, and a red rosary 
Show the neighbors remember how his blood stained the street 

The burden of witness, the burden of booze 
Burns in the darkness like salt on his wound 
And down in the valley, where the brother did fall 
There’s still this old troubadour to sing of it all 

Oh Mexico, my heart is broken 
Oh, foolish ways, the night has spoken 

Written by Matthew Charles Rolland 
© 2011 Mattie Groves Music/BMI 

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Hoot Owl 

Hoot Owl Standing out here waiting in the dark, in the dark 
Hoot Owl Call won’t you call on back to me 

Walked all night with nothing to light this dark path ahead 
A memory and your luring voice 
Don’t know when I’ll find you don’t know if I should try 
But I’ll keep calling till I’m hoarse it keeps me alive 

Hoot Owl Standing out here waiting in the dark, in the dark 
Hoot Owl Call won’t you call on back to me 

The grey wolf he’s a charmer, once I followed him 
He led me far unto his den but would not let me in 
The night bird sings so prettily you’d think that it’s God’s song 
I look to the trees when nightfall comes and he’s long gone 

Hoot Owl Standing out here waiting in the dark, in the dark 
Hoot Owl Call won’t you call on back to me 

Now I’ve heard tales of what you know and what your wide eyes see 
To find you is to leave behind all decent company 
In the dark is where you abide, you don’t want to be found 
Here I am straining my ears for hints of your sound 

Music & Lyrics by: Jennifer Sandoval 
© 2014 Superlative Creations Publishing/ASCAP
 

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Down in the Willow Garden 

Down in the willow garden 
Where me and my true love did meet 
It was there we went a courting 
My love fell off to sleep 
And I had a bottle of burgundy wine 
My true love she did not know 
It was there I poisoned that dear little girl 
Down on the banks below 

I drew my saber through her 
It was a bloody knife 
I threw her into the river 
Oh what a dreadful sight 
My father often told me 
That money would set me free 
If I'd but murder that dear little girl 
Whose name was Rose Connelly 

Now father stands at his cabin door 
Wiping his tear dimmed eyes 
Mourning the loss of his own dear son 
Upon the scaffold high 
My race is run beneath the sun 
Now hell is waiting for me 
For I did murder that dear little girl 
Whose name was Rose Connelly 

Traditional (Public Domain) 

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Lucinda Jones / Cherokee Trail 

With hair like flames, Lucinda Jones 
Struck out for the West 
The widowed mother by herself 
Deciding what is best 

She fled from war of South and North 
A war of Blue and Grey 
Found another conflict there 
The Texan-Comanche 

Two invading forces meet 
Innocents would pay 
Homesteaders and Cherokee 
Would find it hard to stay 

The neighbors with the feather bed 
Attacked out of the blue 
“Blood and feathers everywhere” 
That’s what war will do 

The dragon mother settled in 
The Devil could not scare 
The matriarch with child in hand 
The woman with red hair 

Written by Jesse Allen 
© 2012 Bitters McAllen Music/ASCAP 

"Cherokee Trail" by John Herrmann 

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In the Tea Garden 

In the tea garden 
In the tea garden 
In the tea garden 
We wait for the rain 

We’ll be here a’ waiting 
We’ll be here a’ waiting 
We’ll be here a’ waiting 
Until the Sun comes out again 

Linger here beside me 
Linger here beside me 
Stay beside me 
Don’t run away 

Let’s just watch the pouring rain 
Let’s just watch the pouring rain 
Let’s watch the pouring rain 
And wait for dawn to bring the day 

Moon will Rise, the sky will fall 
But day will follow 

Written by Grace Rolland 
© 2010 Rising Sun Daughter/ASCAP 

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