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SOMETHING TO SOMEONE (2014)

Something to Someone

Something to Someone

Run Boy Run

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Recorded at historic Bear Creek Studios in Woodinville, Washington with producers Ryan Hadlock (The Lumineers, Johnny Flynn) and Jerry Streeter (Brandi Carlile, Elephant Revival), Something to Someone is the second studio album by Tucson-based Americana/Folk band Run Boy Run. Available October 28, 2014 on Sky Island Records.
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    A Dream in the Night 2:48
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    Spin a Golden Thread 4:52
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    Heavy the Sorrow 2:50
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    Sunday for Larks 3:17
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    Oh, Momma (Won't You Tell Me What To Do?) 3:33
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    Locket 4:14
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    The Lord Taketh Away 3:20
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    Something to Someone 3:23
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    Far From My Home / Lion and the Fawn 6:00
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CREDITS

Run Boy Run players:
Grace Rolland – Cello, Vocals 
Matt Rolland – Fiddle, Guitar 
Bekah Sandoval Rolland – Fiddle, Guitar, Vocals 
Jennifer Sandoval – Mandolin, Octave Mandolin, Vocals 
Jesse Allen – Bass 

With Special Guest Charmaine Slaven – Flatfooting (Track 11) 

Produced by Ryan Hadlock, Jerry Streeter, & Run Boy Run 

Recorded & Mixed by Jerry Streeter 
Studio Assistant Hartley Lewis 
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen 
Album Art by Showdeer (Chris Bigalke) 

Recorded at Bear Creek Studios in Woodinville, WA in February 2014.

LYRICS

Under the Boughs

High hangs the fruit ready for harvest 
Bent is the bough rising from the tree 
High flies the bird that carries a promise 
Bent is the branch she carries o’er the sea 

Over the waves, over the ocean 
Over the river that waters the plains 
Writ in the road, a promise, a blessing 
A name I was given, a name I became 

I’m a long, long way from my home 
I’m a long, long way from my home 

A mother I lost, a mother to many 
A mother I left, buried in the clay 
A sister I found, a sister in plenty 
A sister of mercy, beckons me to stay 

I’m a long, long way from my home 
I’m a long, long way from my home 

Under the boughs, a harvest of laughter 
Strike up a song with the hand and the drum 
Long is the road that leads to new beginnings 
Long is the road that brings a new song 

I’m a long, long way from my home 
I’m a long, long way from my home 

Written by Matthew Charles Rolland 
© 2014 Mattie Groves Music/BMI 

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Wild Bill Jones 

As I went out for to take a little walk 
I came upon that Wild Bill Jones 
He was walking, he was talking 
By my true lover’s side 
And I bid him leave her alone 

He said his age was 21 
And just too old to be controlled 
I grabbed my revolver 
From my side 
And I destroyed that poor boy’s soul 

He reeled and he staggered and he fell to the ground 
Then he gave one dying moan 
He wrapped his arms 
’Round my little girl’s neck 
Crying, “Honey, won’t you take me home?” 

So put them handcuffs on me boys 
And lead me to that freight car gate 
I have no friends 
Or relations there 
No one for to go my bail 

Pass around that long-neck bottle 
And we’ll all go on a spree 
For today was the last 
Of that Wild Bill Jones 
And tomorrow will be the last of me 

They sent me to prison for twenty long years 
This old boy longs to be free 
For Wild Bill Jones 
And that bottle o’ gin 
Have been the ruin of me 

Traditional (public domain) 

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A Dream in the Night

Painted ladies linger long 
As quietly they play 
Mmmmm 
Crimson petals softly falling down, 
Silent as the grave, and still they stay 
’Til the dawning of the day 
When the moon has had his way 

I have labored for the darkness, 
Painted pictures of the night 
Mmmmmm 
See the shadows on my face 
Against a pallet of the purest white 
And a ribbon made to shine 
To light the darkness of my eyes 

On Fourth Avenue there’s fire in the sky 
And the dancers fill the night 
On a wheel spinning round and around 
In a dream for which to die 
Mmmmm 

The golden pendulum of autumn 
Singing softly of the end 
Mmmmmmm 
The ivory face above the mirror 
And two lovers who pretend 
To love again, 
But the southern bird ascends 
And burns a candle in the wind 

On the corner there’s a band that is playing 
And the people march along 
As the trumpet plays a final refrain 
As the dancers fill the dawn 
And the dream it lingers on 

Written by Rebekah Sandoval Rolland 
© 2014 De Folk Publishing/BMI 

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Spin a Golden Thread 

Spin, spin, a golden thread 
A thread to bind my heart 
Spin your thread with smiles and laughs 
Of moments filled with glee 

Spin, spin, a golden thread 
A thread to bind my heart 
Spin your thread with stolen looks 
When your eyes lock with me 

Spin, spin, a golden thread 
A thread to bind my heart 
Spin your thread with sighs and whispers 
Resting in my arms 

Spin, spin, a golden thread 
A thread to bind my heart 
Spin your thread with tears and sobs 
Together we will share 

Spin, spin, a golden thread 
A thread to bind my heart 
Spin your thread of love such that 
Forever we may be 

Spin, spin, a golden thread 
A thread to bind my heart 

Written by Jesse Allen 
© 2013 Bitters McAllen Music/ASCAP 

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Heavy the Sorrow 

Sorry her lot who loves too well, 
Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly 
Sad are the sighs that own the spell 
Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly; 
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head 
When Love is alive and Hope is dead! 

Sad is the hour when sets the Sun— 
Dark is the night to Earth’s poor daughters 
When to the ark the wearied one 
Flies from the empty waste of waters! 
Heavy the sorrow that bows the head 
When Love is alive and Hope is dead! 

Music by: Rebekah Sandoval Rolland 
Lyrics by: W.S. Gilbert 
© 2014 De Folk Publishing/BMI 

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Sunday For Larks

Written by Matthew Charles Rolland 
 © 2014 Mattie Groves Music/BMI 

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Oh, Momma (Won’t You Tell Me What to Do?)

What do you do when you love an older man? 
Do you give it all you’ve got when he tries to take your hand? 
Do you hold on to him close, or try to let him go? 
Oh, oh 
Momma, won’t you tell me what to do? 

When you think of him at night, is it right to want him near? 
Wishing for his touch or his whisper in your ear— 
When, for every night you’ve wanted he’s had a hundred more? 
Oh, oh 
Momma, won’t you tell me what to do? 

And Momma, how did you know that it was right with Daddy? 
Did you ever doubt he’d be the only one to make you happy? 
What did you in to make you finally say ‘yes’? 
What made you want to wear that not-so-more white dress? 

When you can’t help the thought, and he’s always on your mind, 
Does it mean that you’re in love, and you’re bound to walk that line? 
Or can you learn to love another, forget the way you felt before? 
Oh, oh 
Momma, won’t you tell me what to do? 

And Momma, how did you know that it was right with Daddy? 
Did you ever doubt he’d be the only one to make you happy? 
What did you in to make you finally say ‘yes’? 
What made you want to wear that not-so-more white dress? 

Though all the dreams you have for life he‘s lived them all before, 
Still you wish he’d say that he‘d start with you once more— 
That it doesn’t matter what has passed, just all that is in store, 
Oh, oh 
Momma, won’t you tell me what to do? 

And Momma, how did you know that it was right with Daddy? 
Did you ever doubt he’d be the only one to make you happy? 
What did you in to make you finally say ‘yes’? 
What made you want to wear that not-so-more white dress? 

And Momma, how did you know that it was right with Daddy? 
Did you ever doubt he’d be the only one to make you happy? 
What did you in to make you finally say ‘yes’? 
What made you want to wear that not-so-more white dress? 

Written by Grace Rolland 
© 2013 Rising Sun Daughter/ASCAP 

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Locket 

When she goes walking through our town, 
Every head spins right around 

She’s got long black hair, 
Baby blue eyes, 
Chirps like a bird with the sweetest smile 
Got a locket in her pocket with her lover’s picture inside 

She said, “Boys meet me at the edge of town. 
I’ve broken hearts of suitors, but now I’ll settle down. 
I’ve got a picture of the one I choose, and I’ll 
Make the reveal this day when the sun is nearing noon.” 

She’s got long black hair, 
Baby blue eyes, 
Chirps like a bird with the sweetest smile 
Got a locket in her pocket with her lover’s picture inside. 

Well, they followed her the crowd of longing eyes 
“Her dowry is the largest in the county, could be mine!” 
Reached the meadow as the sun was high above 
And held their breath as she removed her gloves 

She said, “Now boys, my dowry’s all but gone, 
Squandered by my family before my time was come.” 
Their jaws hung low as they scattered ’round 
Only one left was young Thomas Brown! 
And he’s waiting to see who the lover is pictured inside. 

He stepped forward and made his appeal 
“I’ve loved you since the day we met, and now I’ll love you still.” 
She opened the golden locket slowly, 
And Tommy’s face was staring all aglow. 

They’ve got an acre of land, a little White House, 
Not much money, but a beautiful life. 

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

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The Lord Taketh Away 

I pleaded and I cried, but she’d made up her mind 
You get awful worn down when every dream you’ve had has died 
She left on a train in the morning 
It was the coldest of all days 
Oh, the Lord taketh away, taketh away 

The house was in a slumber, the moon was flying high 
You held her even after, you cried all through the night 
We laid her by the oak tree 
We sang to God and we prayed 

Winter is no friend of mine—she’s cold and mean as they come 
Stops in every now and then, leaves you feeling numb 
She took that piece of land from us 
She took off faster than she came 

The kids were young and we were tired, but we loved God and we prayed 
Good weather came with spring, you’d lie awake and you’d sing to me 
There was shouting on the hills of Georgia, 
There was thanking God and giving praise 
But the Lord taketh away, taketh away 

Oooooo 

There was shouting on the hills of Georgia 
There was thanking God and giving praise 

Music & Lyrics by: Rebekah Sandoval Rolland 
 © 2014 De Folk Publishing/BMI 

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Something to Someone 

“What am I?” said the sparrow to the creek as he crossed. 
“You’re a voice in the high bough, You’re a song for the lost.” 

“What am I?” Said the creek now to the rocks down below. 
“You’re a force wind a blowing your own way to go.” 

“Who am I?” Asked the traveler to the yon mountain peaks 
They said, “You’re the refuge that somebody seeks.” 

He replied, “You’re mistaken. I’m nothing to no one.” 
“Well then, you’re not looking around you enough.” 

And the ocean asks, “Who am I?” To the ship. 
“You’re the strong roots upholding; you keep me adrift.” 

Sink the doubt out of your heart 
Cast your net wide of love 
Sink the doubt out of your heart 
Cast your net wide of love 

Sink the doubt out of your heart 
Cast your net wide of love 

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

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Far From My Home / Lion and the Fawn 

I went searching far from my home 
Searching for a love that I could call my own 
Through the valleys I did roam 
But no love I found for to call my own 

I went searching far from my home 
Searching for a love that I could call my own 
’Cross the ocean I did roam 
But no love I found for to call my own 

I went searching far from my home 
For a castle made of marble and of gold 
O’er the hillsides I did roam 
But no love I found for to call my own 

I went searching far from my home 
For a chariot to take me to the sun 
O’er the mountains I did fly 
But that golden sun had faded from the sky 

I returned back to my home 
For to put to rest my heavy heart and bones 
There I found a love to call my own 
Never more this wide, wide world to roam 

Music & Lyrics by: Rebekah Sandoval Rolland 
 © 2014 De Folk Publishing/BMI 
Administered by Modern Works Publishing/“A” Side Music LLC 

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