Kathy Mattea - Pretty Bird

Pretty Bird

Captain Potato - 2018

 

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CHOCOLATE ON MY TONGUE

ODE TO BILLIE JOE

MERCY NOW

LITTLE GLASS OF WINE

HE MOVES THROUGH THE FAIR

ST. TERESA

THIS LOVE WILL CARRY

OCTOBER SONG

TELL ME WHAT YOU ACHE FOR

HOLY NOW

I CAN’T STAND UP ALONE

PRETTY BIRD

Lyrics and Liner Notes

 

Produced by Tim O’Brien

Recorded and Mixed by Sean Sullivan at the Butcher Shoppe

Mastered by Eric Conn at Independent Mastering

Engineered by Sean Sullivan

Photography: Reto Sterchi

Package design: Kimberly Levitan

Cover painting: Deborah Denson

 

CHOCOLATE ON MY TONGUE

(Oliver Wood)

Royal Kook Music (BMI)

Jim Brock: Drums

Victor Krauss: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Tim O’Brien: Bouzouki

Charlie McCoy: Harmonica, Bass Harmonica

Oliver Wood: Harmony vocal

 

Sittin’ on the front porch, ice cream in my hand

Meltin’ in the sun, all that chocolate on my tongue

That’s a pretty good reason to live

Pretty good reason to live

 

Sittin’ in the bathtub, hi-fi playin’ low

Diggin’ that Al Green, well you must know what I mean

That’s a pretty good reason to live

Pretty good reason to live

 

If I die young, at least I got some chocolate on my tongue

If I die young, at least I got some chocolate on my tongue

 

Sittin’ in the front seat, good boy in my arms

Smilin’ in my eyes, and gettin’ me all hypnotized

That’s a pretty good reason to live

Pretty good reason to live

 

If I die young, at least I got some chocolate on my tongue

If I die young, at least I got some chocolate on my tongue

If I die young, at least I got some chocolate on my tongue

If I die young, at least I got some chocolate on my tongue

 

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ODE TO BILLIE JOE

(Bobbie Gentry)

Northridge Music (ASCAP)

Jim Brock: Drums

Victor Krauss: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Tim O’Brien: Acoustic Guitar

Dan Dugmore: Steel

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day

I was out choppin' cotton, and my brother was balin' hay

And at dinner time we stopped and we walked back to the house to eat

And mama hollered out the back door, Y'all, remember to wipe your feet

And then she said, I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge

Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

 

Papa said to mama, as he passed around the blackeyed peas

Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please

There's five more acres in the lower forty I’ve got to plow

And mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow

Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge

And now Billy Joe McAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

 

Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe

Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show

And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?

I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know, it don't seem right

I saw him at the sawmill yesterday up on Choctaw Ridge

And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

 

Mama said to me, child, what's happened to your appetite?

I've been cookin' all morning, and you haven't touched a single bite

That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today

Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way

He said he saw a girl, looked a lot like you, up on Choctaw Ridge

And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge

 

Well a year’s come and gone since we heard the news about Billy Joe

Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo

There was a virus going ‘round, papa caught it and he died last spring

And now mama doesn't seem to want to do much of anything

And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge

And drop ‘em into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

I drop ‘em into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

 

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MERCY NOW

(Mary Gauthier)

Mary Gauthier Songs (ASCAP)

 

Jim Brock: Drums

Victor Krauss: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Tim O’Brien: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar

Dan Dugmore: Steel

Bobby Wood: Organ

 

My father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of his labor fall and rot slowly on the ground
His work is almost over, it won't be long, he won't be around
I love my father, he could use some mercy now

My brother could use a little mercy now
He's a stranger to freedom, shackled to his fear and his doubt
The pain that he lives in is almost more than living will allow
I love my brother, he could use some mercy now

My church and my country could use a little mercy now
As they sink into a poisoned pit, it's going to take forever to climb out
They carry the weight of the faithful who follow them down
I love my church and country, they could use some mercy now

Every living thing could use a little mercy now
Only the hand of grace can end the race towards another mushroom cloud
And the people in power, they'll do anything to keep their crown
I love life, and life itself could use some mercy now

Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now
I know we don't deserve it, but we need it anyhow
We hang in the balance, and dangle 'tween hell and hallowed ground
And every single one of us could use some mercy now
Yeah every single one of us could use some mercy now

 

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LITTLE GLASS OF WINE

(Jesse Winchester)

Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. (BMI)

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Ian Fitchuck: Drums

Dennis Crouch: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Charlie McCoy: Vibes

—-

 

Little glass of wine, it’s a good thing you are here

You're warm on my lips, warm as a tear

A comfort to the fool who's restless in his mind

The lover's trusty potion, you little glass of wine

 

Little glass of wine, you're oil on my flame

Shy of the sunlight, hiding your shame

And many, many tears, the number is sublime

Shall stain a woman's bosom, for a little glass of wine

 

As soon as you learn that you don't live forever

You grow fond of the fruit of the vine

So here is to you and here is to me

And here is to the ones we've left behind

 

Little glass of wine sure makes the party gay

It’ll seal a lover's bargain, it’ill chase the blues away

So if you're feeling low and you want to rest your mind

Well, just run and fetch another little glass of wine

Yeah, just run and fetch another little glass of wine

 

———

 

HE MOVES THROUGH THE FAIR

(Trad, Arr. Bill Cooley, Kathy Mattea)

Nancy Lee Music (ASCAP)/Captain Potato Music (ASCAP)

—-

Kathy: Vocal

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

—-

 

My young love said to me, 'My mother won't mind,

And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine’ *

He went away from  me and this he did say

'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day’

 

He went away from me and he moved through the fair

And slowly I watched him move here and move there

He went his way homeward with one star awake

As the swan in the evening moves over the lake

 

The people were saying no two were e'er wed

But one has a sorrow that never was said

And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear

And that was the last that I saw of my dear

 

I dreamt last night that my young love came in

He came in so sweetly, his feet made no din

He stepped up beside me, and this he did say

'It will not be long love, till our wedding day

It will not be long love, till our wedding day’

 

*In old English, “kine” refers to cattle, here referred to in terms of assets for the dowry

 

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ST. TERESA

(Eric M Bazilian, Richard Chertoff, Robert Hyman, Joan E Osborne)

Dub Notes/Human Boy Music/Monkey in the Middle Music (ASCAP), Womanly Hips Music (BMI)

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Ian Fitchuck: Drums, Organ

Dennis Crouch: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Kathy Mattea: Acoustic Guitar

Tim O’Brien: Bouzouki, Mandolin

Suzy Ragsdale: Backing vocals

—-

 

She down on the corner, just a little crime

When I make my money, got to get my dime

Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash

She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash

 

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon

Oh St. Teresa higher than the moon

 

Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me

I know any man sees you like I see

Follow down the side street movin' single file

She say, That’s where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child

 

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon

Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

 

Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me

She say, Every stone a story, like a rosary

 

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon

Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

 

Are you cold up in the sky

Are you cold up in the clouds

Is there something you forgot to tell me

Tell me

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me

 

Show me my Teresa, feel it rise in me

Every stone a story, like a rosary

 

———

 

THIS LOVE WILL CARRY

(Dougie MacLean)

Limetree Arts and Music (MCPS and PRS UK)

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Jim Brock: Drums

Victor Krauss: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Kathy: Acoustic Guitar, backing vocal

Tim O’Brien: Bouzouki

Jennifer Kummer: French Horn

Carl Marsh: Horn Arrangement

Dougie MacLean: Harmony Vocal

 

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It’s a thin line that leads us and keeps us all from shame

Dark clouds quickly gather along the way we came

There's fear out on the mountain and death out on the plain

There's heartbreak and heartache in the shadow of the flame

 

CHORUS

This love will carry

This love will carry me

I know this love will carry me

 

The strongest web will tangle, the sweetest bloom will fall

And somewhere in the distance we try and catch it all

Success lasts for a moment and failure's always near

You look down at your blistered hands as turns another year

 

CHORUS

This love will carry

This love will carry me

I know this love will carry me

This love will carry

This love will carry me

I know this love will carry me

 

So these days are golden, they must not waste away

Time is like that flower and soon it will decay

And though by storms we're weakened, and uncertainty is sure

Like the coming of the dawn it's ours for evermore

 

CHORUS

This love will carry

This love will carry me

I know this love will carry me

This love will carry

This love will carry me

I know this love will carry me

This love will carry

This love will carry me

I know this love will carry me

 

————

 

OCTOBER SONG

(Carson Whitsett, Jon Vezner)

High Horse Music (BMI)/Mini Apples Music (BMI)

 

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Victor Krauss: Bass

 

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The leaves are falling, silhouetted by the sunset

Brushed across a cold October sky

The geese are calling, and it's really anyone's guess

How long before the snowflakes fly

 

And when I'll be over you, there's just no way to say when

Cuz as it is, I still miss you so

But I keep praying and waiting for that day when

I can finally let you go

 

And when at last I drift asleep, those dreams of you

Come back to keep me

Wishing I were lying in your arms

Those memories of when we made love

Are just so hard to let go of

Who am I supposed to be

When there's so much of you in me

 

Still every morning I keep searching for that sunrise

That lets me know this heartache's disappeared

But every evening, all I can see is your eyes

Reminding me that you're not here

 

Now the leaves are falling and the wind is growing colder

The ground will soon be painted white with snow

And still I wonder, while bidding farewell to October

When I can finally let you go

When I can finally let you go

 

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TELL ME WHAT YOU ACHE FOR

(Jon Vezner, Oriah Mountaindreamer)

Mini Apples Music (BMI)/Oriah Mountaindreamer (GEMA)

 

Ian Fitchuck: Drums

Dennis Crouch: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Tim O’Brien: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar

Dan Dugmore: Steel

Bobby Wood: Organ, Wurlitzer

Tim & Kathy: Backing vocals

 

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It doesn't interest me what kind of job you got

Where you eat or where you shop

The kind of car you drive

It doesn't interest me how big a house you own

What I really want to know

Is what makes you come alive

 

I don't want to talk about

How  your future's all planned out

That isn't what it's all about to me

 

CHORUS

Tell me what you ache for

Tell me what  you wait for

Tell me what you long for

What you're holding on for

Tell me what you're dreaming

What would give your life real meaning

You've been afraid to pray for

Tell me what you ache for

 

It doesn't interest me if your planets are aligned

If your signs are well defined

And your career is right on track

It doesn't interest me

If you’re faithful and you're true

If you're not true to you

Then where's the truth in that

I don't want to waste our time

Comparing all our stars and  signs

That's not what makes us shine, to me

 

CHORUS

Tell me what you ache for

Tell me what you wait for

Tell me what you long for

What you're holding on for

Tell me what you're  wishing

If there's  something that seems missing

That somehow you've been saved for

Tell me what you ache for

 

BRIDGE

It doesn't frighten me, those secrets deep within you

I won't walk through fire for you but

I'll walk through the fire with you

 

CHORUS

So, tell me what you ache for

Tell me what  you wait for

Tell me what you long for

What you're holding on for

Tell me what you're  dreaming

What would give your life real meaning

That deep down your heart breaks for

Tell me what you ache for

Tell me what you ache for

 

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HOLY NOW

(Peter Mayer)

Peter Mayer Music (ASCAP)

 

Ian Fitchuck: Drums, Organ

Dennis Crouch: Bass

Bill Cooley: Acoustic Guitar

Tim O’Brien: Bouzouki, Electric Guitar

Backing Vocals: Suzy Ragsdale, Odessa Settles, Calvin Settles

 

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When I was a girl, each week

On Sunday, we would go to church

And pay attention to the priest

And he would read the holy word

And consecrate the holy bread

And everyone would kneel and bow

Today the only difference is

Everything is holy now

Everything, everything

Everything is holy now

 

When I was in Sunday school

We would learn about the time

Moses split the sea in two

Jesus made the water wine

And I remember feeling sad

That miracles don't happen still

But now I can't keep track

'Cause everything's a miracle

Everything, Everything

Everything's a miracle

 

Wine from water is not so small

But an even bigger magic trick

Is that anything is here at all

So the challenging thing becomes

Not to look for miracles

But finding where there isn't one

 

When holy water was rare at best

It barely wet my fingertips

But now I have to hold my breath

Like I'm swimming in a sea of it

I used to see a world half there

Heaven's second rate hand-me-down

But I walk it with a reverent air

'Cause everything is holy now

Everything, everything

Everything is holy now

 

Read a questioning child's face

And say it's not a testament

That'd be very hard to say

See another new morning come

And say it's not a sacrament

I tell you that it can't be done

 

This morning, outside I stood

And saw a little red-winged bird

Shining like a burning bush

Singing like a scripture verse

It made me want to bow my head

I remember when church let out

How things have changed since then

‘Cause everything is holy now

It used to be a world half-there

Heaven's second rate hand-me-down

But I walk it with a reverent air

'Cause everything is holy now

 

Everything, everything

Everything is holy now

Everything, everything

Everything is holy now

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah holy now

Everything is holy now

Holy now

 

—————-

 

I CAN’T STAND UP ALONE

Martha Carson

Words & music by Martha Carson

©1957 Marpat Music Publishers (BMI)

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One of these days I'm gonna take a vacation

To a quiet and a peaceful shore

And I'll cool my feet in those crystal waters

Where I won't have to work anymore

 

'Cause my burden has got a little heavy

Till I can't stand up all alone

I must lay my head down on one strong shoulder

'Cause I can't stand up all alone

 

No, you can't stand up all by yourself

You can't stand up alone

You need the touch of a mighty hand

You can't stand up alone

 

And trouble, I have seen trouble

All around my door

Go away and leave me old man trouble

 I don't want your trouble any more

 

No, you can't stand up all by yourself

You can't stand up alone

You need the touch of a mighty hand

You can't stand up alone

 

Then a voice came down just like thunder

And a light all around me shone

It said, Get up child, take hold of my hand

You can't stand up all alone

 

Well you can't stand up all by yourself

You can't stand up alone

You need the touch of a mighty hand

You can't stand up alone

 

Well my burden has gotten so heavy

Till I can’t stand up all alone

Gonna go and find me one strong shoulder

I can’t stand up alone

 

Well, you can't stand up all by yourself

You can't stand up alone

You need the touch of a mighty hand

You can't stand up alone

 

You know you can't stand up all by yourself

You can't stand up alone

You need the touch of a mighty hand

You can't stand up alone

 

You can’t stand up alone

You can’t stand up alone

You can’t stand up alone

 

—————-

 

PRETTY BIRD

(Hazel Dickens)

Happy Valley Music/The Bicycle Music Co., Inc (BMI)

 

Kathy: Vocal

 

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Fly away you little pretty bird

Fly fly away

Fly away little pretty bird

And pretty you’ll always stay

 

I see in your eyes a promise

Your own tender love you’d bring

But fly away little pretty bird

Cold runneth the spring

 

Loves own tender flames warm this meeting

And love’s tender songs you’d sing

But fly away little pretty bird

And pretty you’ll always stay

 

I cannot make you no promises

For love is such a delicate thing

But fly away little pretty bird

For he’d only clip your wings

 

Fly fly away you little pretty bird

Fly fly away

Fly away little pretty bird

And pretty you’ll always stay

 

Fly far beyond the dark mountain

To where you’d be free evermore

Fly away little pretty bird

Where the cold winter winds don’t blow

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