Up On The Ridge (2010)

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    Up On the Ridge

    Up On The Ridge
    Written by Angelo and Dierks Bentley

    Let’s blow out these city lights
    Let’s just leave it all behind
    Get up where the air is still
    You can hear the whippoorwill
    Start a fire, pass the ‘shine
    Won’t be home ‘til morning time
    Shout your name out in the wind
    Confess my love for you again
    Give you all I got to give
    That’s how we live up on the ridge

    Won’t you come with me tonight
    Where moonlight drips into your eyes
    I just want one little kiss
    When we get high up on the ridge

    Hey now honey child
    We’d be runnin’ free and wild
    No one care what you do
    Ain’t no law to answer to
    Dance around in the dirt
    Listen to them crickets chirp
    Hear old Jake start to howl
    When he hears that old hoot owl
    Give you all I got to give
    That’s how we live up on the ridge

    Come on girl, it’s almost dawn
    Let’s get it ‘fore the magic’s gone
    Tall tall grass all around
    Come on lay that blanket down
    Wildflowers just like you
    Lay on me like morning dew
    Now take my hand, walk with me
    Sun come up through them trees
    Give you all I got to give
    That’s how we live up on the ridge

    I just want one little kiss
    When we get high up on the ridge

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Resonator Guitar
    Angelo – Acoustic Guitar
    Ronnie McCoury – Mandola
    Sam Bush – Slide Resonator Mandolin
    Scott Vestal – Banjo
    Mike Bub – Acoustic Bass
    Jon Randall Stewart – Electric Bass
    Larry Atamanuik – Drums & Percussion
    Stuart Duncan – Octave Fiddle
    Alison Krauss, Jon Randall Stewart – Harmony Vocals

    © 2010 Finger In The Puddin’ (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP).
    All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Fallin' for You

    Fallin’ For You
    Written by Shawn Camp, Paul Kennerly

    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you
    Every time I see you, I keep crawlin’ towards you
    I can’t take this achin’ feelin’
    This cold heart breakin’ feelin’
    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you

    Well I hang my head by the riverside
    Burst its banks with the tears I’ve cried
    The ripples roll out to the sea
    I wish they was washin’ over me

    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you
    Every time I see you, I keep crawlin’ towards you
    I can’t take this achin’ feelin’
    This cold heart breakin’ feelin’
    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you
    Every time I see you, I keep crawlin’ towards you
    I can’t take this achin’ feelin’
    This cold heart breakin’ feelin’
    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you

    Well your blood is red but your soul is black
    Don’t believe I’m a comin’ back
    And now I know why the willows weep
    The tide is high and the water’s deep

    I can’t stand
    I can’t take
    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you
    Every time I see you, I keep crawlin’ towards you
    I can’t take this achin’ feelin’
    This cold heart breakin’ feelin’
    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you
    Every time I see you, I keep crawlin’ towards you
    I can’t take this achin’ feelin’
    This cold heart breakin’ feelin’
    I can’t stand
    I can’t take
    I can’t stand this fallin’ for you

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Stuart Duncan – Fiddle & Pedal Banjo
    Ronnie McCoury – Mandola, Rob Ickes – Weisenborn,
    Glen Worf – Bass,
    John Gardner – Drums & Percussion
    Chris Stapleton – Harmony Vocals

    © 1999 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/All Mighty Dog Music Travelin’
    Arkansawyer Music (BMI)/Irving Music, Inc./Littlemarch Music (BMI).
    All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Senor (Tales of Yankee Power)
    (With...

    Señor (Tales Of Yankee Power) (featuring Chris Thile and The Punch Brothers)
    Written by Bob Dylan

    Señor, señor, can you tell me where we’re headin’
    Lincoln County Road or Armageddon
    Seems like I been down this way before
    Is there any truth in that, señor

    Señor, señor, do you know where she’s hidin’
    How long are we gonna be ridin’
    How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door
    Will there be any comfort there, señor

    There’s a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
    And there’s an iron cross still hanging from around her neck
    There’s a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
    Where’s she held me in her arms one time and said
    “Forget me not”

    Señor, señor, I can see that painted wagon
    Smell the tail of the dragon
    I can’t stand the suspense here anymore
    Can you tell me who to contact here, señor

    Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
    Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
    And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring
    Said “Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing”

    Señor, señor, you know their hearts are hard as leather
    Give me a minute, let me get it together
    I gotta pick myself up off the floor
    I’m ready when you are, señor

    Señor, señor, let’s overturn these tables
    And disconnect these cables
    This place don’t make sense to me no more
    Can you tell me what we’re waiting for, señor

    Musicians:
    Chris Thile – Mandolin & Harmony Vocal
    Gabe Witcher – Fiddle
    Chris Eldridge – Acoustic Guitar
    Noam Pikelny – Banjo
    Paul Kowert – Bass

    © 1978 Special Rider Music (SESAC). All Rights Reserved.
    Used By Permission.

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    Rovin' Gambler (With the Punch...

    Rovin’ Gambler (with The Punch Brothers)
    Written by Jon Randall, Dierks Bentley

    I am the rovin’ gambler, I’ve gambled all around
    Whenever I meet with the deck of cards,
    I lay my money down
    I lay my money down, I lay my money down

    Had not been in Frisco many more weeks than three
    Yea I met up with a pretty little girl,
    she fell in love with me
    Fell in love with me, fell in love with me

    She took me in her parlor, she cooled me with her fan
    Whispered low in her mother’s ear “I love the gamblin’ man”

    Love the gamblin’ man, love the gamblin’ man

    Daughter oh dear daughter, how can you treat me so
    Leave your dear old mother and with the gambler go
    With the gambler go, with the gambler go

    I left her in Frisco and I wound up in Maine
    I met up with a poker player and got in a poker game
    Got in a poker game, got in a poker game

    He put his money in the pot and dealt the cards around
    I saw him deal from the bottom of the deck, shot the gambler down
    Shot the gambler down, shot the gambler down

    Now I’m down in prison, got a number for my name
    The warden slammed the door and said “You’ve gambled your last game”
    Gambled your last game, gambled your last game
    Gambled your last game, gambled your last game

    Musicians:
    Chris “Hole” Thile – Mandolin & Harmony Vocal
    Gabe “Gabbers” Witcher – Fiddle & Harmony Vocal
    Chris “Critter” Eldridge – Acoustic Guitar
    Noam “Pickles” Pikelny – Banjo
    Paul “Arkansas” Kowert – Bass
    Jon Randall Stewart – Harmony Vocal

    Public Domain, Arrangement © 2010 by Jon Randall and Dierks Bentley.
    Reynsong Publishing Corp./Wha Ya Say Music (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP)

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    Draw Me a Map

    Draw Me A Map
    Written by Jon Randall, Dierks Bentley

    Staring deep into your eyes
    Searching for answers to questions I can’t find
    If I took for granted that I held your heart
    I’d beg forgiveness but I don’t know where to start

    Draw me a map that leads me back to you
    I don’t know where to go, please tell me what to do
    Help me find the road you’re on
    I just need directions home
    Draw me a map that leads me back to you

    I’ve never been so at a loss

    I’m at a canyon I can’t get around or cross
    So baby come down here, lay by my side
    And tell me love’s not lost across the great divide

    You’re my destiny and destination
    Understand my desperation-you
    The only place I wanna be
    So get us back to you and me

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Stuart Duncan – Fiddle & Cello
    Ronnie McCoury – Mandolin
    Scott Vestal – Banjo & Midi Banjo
    Randy Kohrs – Tricone Dobro
    Mike Bub – Bass
    Larry Atamanuik – Drums
    Alison Krauss – Harmony Vocal

    © 2010 Reynsong Publishing Corp./Wha Ya Say Music (BMI)/
    Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Bad Angel
    (Featuring Miranda Lambert...)

    Bad Angel (featuring Miranda Lambert & Jamey Johnson)
    Written by Verlon Thompson, Suzi Ragsdale

    Bad angel get off my shoulder
    Bad angel let me be
    I’m standing at the crossroads
    Of temptation and salvation street

    I woke up bound and determined
    That I would not light it up today
    But one drag would stop my shaking
    Right now I could go either way

    Well the cap is on the bottle
    And the bottle is on the shelf
    Should I take it or leave it

    Honey how am I gonna help myself

    Well I know I should not gamble
    Cause I can’t afford to lose
    She’d hang me from the rafters
    With the laces in my old workin’ shoes

    Yes I’m standing at the crossroads
    Of temptation and salvation
    Temptation and salvation
    Temptation and salvation street

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Ronnie McCoury – Mandolin
    Stuart Duncan – Fiddle
    Randy Kohrs – Metal Body Dobro
    Glen Worf – Bass
    Larry Atamanuik – Drums
    Miranda Lambert, Jamey Johnson – Duet Vocal

    © 1995 Verlonsongs/EMI April Music Inc. (ASCAP)/
    Ray Stevens Music (BMI). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Fiddlin' Around

    Fiddlin’ Around
    Written by John Scott Sherrill, Shawn Camp, Jeff Austin

    Up in the window light tonight
    Where I can see your silhouette
    I’ve been throwin’ little stones
    But I don’t believe you’ve even heard me yet

    Today you crossed your heart
    And said you’d meet me in the dark
    When I called you on the phone
    You pretended you weren’t home

    Hey baby, what do you say
    Won’t you come on outside tonight
    The moon is finally shinin’ bright as day
    Hey what do you say

    Can’t you hear the music in the wind
    And see our shadows on the ground
    Aw won’t you come on down
    We’re gonna do a little fiddlin’ around

    Can’t ya hear the banjos ringin’ through the air
    There’ll be mandolins and guitars everywhere
    Now don’t you wanna be there

    If you’d look outside, you’d see the lights
    Of my old corvette
    Are you tryin’ to drive me crazy babe
    Or did you just forget

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Stuart Duncan – Fiddle
    Ronnie McCoury – Mandolin
    Rob McCoury – Banjo
    Rob Ickes – Dobro
    Guthrie Trapp – Electric Guitar
    Glen Worf – Bass
    John Gardner – Drums
    Vince Gill – Harmony Vocal

    © 2010 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing/All Mighty Dog Music/
    City Wolf Music/Travelin’ Arkansawyer Music (BMI)/
    Johnny Kickass Publishing, LLC (BMI).
    All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    You're Dead to Me

    You’re Dead To Me
    Written by Tim O’Brien, Jon Randall, Dierks Bentley

    Well come on in and sit right down
    Surprised to see you’re still around
    You broke my heart, that’s history
    I’m still alive and you’re dead to me

    I hung the crapes up on my door
    I cried for you six months or more
    I gave a heartfelt eulogy
    I said goodbye, you’re dead to me

    It didn’t take a gun, didn’t take a knife
    I did not have to take your life
    To bury you beneath the weeds
    I’m over you, you’re dead to me

    It’s plain to see you’re above the ground
    You haunt the streets of this old town
    You’re still as fine as fine can be
    Well that’s good for you, you’re dead to me

    So let me pour you a glass of wine
    I’ll leave the poison out this time
    Already killed your memory
    So here’s to you, you’re dead to me
    Already killed your memory
    Don’t take this wrong, you’re dead to me

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Tim O’Brien – Mandolin & Harmony Vocal
    Stuart Duncan – Fiddle
    Jason Carter – Fiddle
    Scott Vestal – Banjo
    Mike Bub – Bass

    © 2010 Cornbread Nation (ASCAP)/Reynsong Publishing Corp./
    Wha Ya Say Music (BMI)/Big White Tracks (ASCAP).
    All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Pride (In the Name of Love)

    Pride (In The Name Of Love) (featuring Del McCoury and The Punch Brothers)
    Written by Adam Clayton, Larry Mullen, Dave Evans, Paul David Hewson

    One man come in the name of love
    One man come and go
    One man come here to justify
    One man to overthrow

    In the name of love
    What more in the name of love

    In the name of love
    What more in the name of love

    One man caught on a barbed wire fence
    One man he resist
    One man washed on an empty beach
    One man betrayed with a kiss

    Early morning, April 4
    Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
    Free at last, they took your life
    They could not take your pride

    Musicians:
    Chris Thile – Mandolin
    Gabe Witcher – Fiddle
    Chris Eldridge – Acoustic Guitar
    Noam Pikelny – Banjo
    Paul Kowert – Bass
    Del McCoury – Duet Vocal

    © 1984 PolyGram Int. Music Publ. B.V., adm. by
    Universal – PolyGram Int. Publ., Inc. (ASCAP).
    All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Love Grows Wild

    Love Grows Wild
    Written by Julie Miller, Buddy Miller

    There’s a place where love grows wild
    Where hearts can trust just like a child
    A wild thing, it don’t need a lot
    It just grows on what it’s got
    It stills grows no matter what

    I used to be too hard to care
    But till you do, you ain’t nowhere
    Once I just threw love away
    But that fool was yesterday
    Now my heart is home to stay

    Wild things grow on less than a little

    And darling I know it’ll be
    You and me right down in the middle
    Where love grows wild

    Gave up all those valentines
    Now I just want the one that’s mine
    I will say I love you so
    When I do it, you will know
    Darling I will never go

    You give me the sweetest love
    You must be straight from above
    And you’re so good at loving me
    You’re so fine, it’s plain to see
    This was surely meant to be

    There’s a place where love grows wild

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Sam Bush – Mandolin, Fiddle & Harmony Vocal
    Rob Ickes – Dobro
    Jon Randall Stewart – Electric & Acoustic Guitar, Harmony Vocal
    Glen Worf – Bass
    John Gardner – Drums

    © 1997 Bughouse/Music of Windswept (ASCAP).
    All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Bottle to the Bottom
    (Featuring...

    Bottle To The Bottom (featuring Kris Kristofferson)
    Written by Kris Kristofferson

    You ask me if I’m happy now
    That’s good as any joke I’ve heard
    It seems since I’ve seen you last
    I done forgot the meaning of the words
    If happiness is empty rooms
    And drinkin’ in the afternoon
    Well I guess I’m as happy as a clam
    But if it’s got a thing to do
    With smilin’ or forgettin’ you

    Well I don’t guess that I could say I am

    Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
    Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
    When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers
    He’d been puttin’ in his shoes to keep the ground from comin’ through
    And his future feels as empty as the pockets in his pants
    Because he’s never seen a single dream come true
    That’s the way that I’ve been feelin’ since the day I started falling
    From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
    Learnin’ hard to live with losin’ you

    You wonder if I’m better off
    With freedom now to do the things I choose
    Well all my times my own and
    I’ve got nothin’ left but sleepin’ time to lose
    There’s no one here to carry on
    If I stay out the whole night long
    Or give a tinkers damn if I don’t call
    I’m livin’ like I wanted to
    And doin’ things I wanna do
    And nothin’ means a thing to me at all

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Stuart Duncan – Fiddle
    Ronnie McCoury – Mandolin
    Rob Ickes – Dobro
    Glen Worf – Bass
    John Gardner – Drums
    Jon Randall Stewart – Harmony Vocal
    Kris Kristofferson – Duet Vocal

    © 1969 Renewed 1997 TEMI Combine Inc.
    All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.

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    Down In the Mine

    Down In The Mine
    Written by Jon Randall, Dierks Bentley

    Here in Harlan County, the choices are few
    To keep food on the table and the babies in shoes
    You can grow marijuana way back in the pines
    Or work for the man down in the mine

    You never forget your first day in the hole
    There’s a pit in your stomach and your mouth’s full of coal
    There’s no turning back once you make up your mind
    As the cart rattles on down in the mine

    Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud
    And you can’t catch your breath for the dust in your lungs
    Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines
    Twelve hours a day, diggin’ your grave
    Way down in the mine

    Well the old timers talk but you just don’t believe
    It can all go to hell at two thousand feet
    Life sways in the balance of nature and time
    And fate has no mercy down in the mine

    The news spreads like fire and burned through those hills
    Hopes were held high but five men got killed
    On the wings of canaries, your soul surely flies
    While their bones spend eternity down in the mine

    Way down in the mine, your tears turn to mud
    And you can’t catch your breath for the dust in your lungs
    Loading hillbilly gold where the sun never shines
    Twelve hours a day, diggin’ your grave
    Way down in the mine

    So take a flask from your crib can and a pull of moonshine
    And say a prayer for them boys down in the mine

    Musicians:
    Bryan Sutton – Acoustic Guitar
    Tim O’Brien – Mandolin
    Stewart Duncan – Fiddle
    Jason Carter – Fiddle
    Randy Kohrs – Weisenborn
    Mike Bub – Bass
    Jon Randall Stewart, Sonya Isaacs – Harmony Vocals

    © 2010 Reynsong Publishing Corp./Wha Ya Say Music (BMI)/
    Big White Tracks (ASCAP). All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.