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1. |
Take Me Home
04:50
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Take me son oh take me to
the river when I die
throw my ashes overboard so
I can float on back to all
the sweet things that I said goodbye to
many years ago
Son please let that river takes me home
I hitched my way up north to find
the better part of me
and the day I met your mama was
the smartest thing i'd ever done to date
but I drank too much
she kicked me to the street
cuz i wasn't yet the man i'd need to be
Take me son oh take me to
the river when I die
throw my ashes overboard so
I can float on back to all
the sweet things that I said goodbye to
many years ago
Son please let that river takes me home
Take me home, Take me home
well it wasn't long i saw her with
another boy in hand
as the leather on my boot is raw
I landed my fist upon his jaw real quick
i knew he had a girl n i saw his past
his greedy yellow smile
he was trying to have your mama on the side
Take me son take me to
the river when I die
throw my ashes overboard so
I can float on back to all the
sweet things that I left behind
so many years ago
Son please let that river takes me home
ever since that day your mama
never left my side
We bought ourselves a piece of land
n i built us a house with my bare hands
i swore to her that ill be damned
if go on back to Boston where
i was born...
where my folks live on.....
Take me son take me to
the river when I die
pour some whiskey overboard so
I can have a couple drinks with our good Lord
while we watch over your mama for
I can't leave her alone
Son please let that river take me
I said son please let that river takes me home
Take me home, Take me home, Take me home
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2. |
Little Things
04:13
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When I was just a boy
and my grandmother said to me
Dear when I'm old and I lose my mind
You'll need to take care of me
Before she passed on
I was given one more day
I heard her voice again in my head
and my thoughts drifted on away
Well I feel it's been forever since
I've had the pleasure of driving
at this point in my life..
I miss the little things
Sometimes bein along,
Well it's good for the soul
More time for my mind
More time as I grow old
and someday I'll meet you there
and someday I'll meet you there
and someday I'll meet you there
Whoa..
Well I could see so clearly
my first memory
I'm on your lap in a rocking chair
cutting pears while we watch tv
and you always watched over me
Like I knew you would
But when ya barely recognized my face
Was the part I never understood
and someday I'll meet you there
and someday I'll meet you there
and someday I'll meet you there
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3. |
Just Breathe
03:25
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Time to time i found
that the stepping stones are meant to be
no matter how many hills i climb yea
it never all makes sense to me
cuz life is a hustle
and the whole world ain't gonna leave u alone
so sit back in control of your mind your soul
and just breathe
so sit back in control of your mind your soul
and just breathe
fiddle solo
A patient womans arms
is the only place that keeps me strong
no matter how many times I fall yea
with your love I can't go wrong
cuz my life is a hustle
and the whole world ain't gonna leave me alone
so I sit back in control of my mind n my soul
and just breathe
so sit back in control of your mind your soul
and just breathe
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4. |
Travelin Man
05:00
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Edward Huxley was a traveling man
He lived by the lake in a broken down van yea
Well he told me stories of Mexico nights
Losing all his money n losin his pride yea
Oh the travelin man…
Oh the travelin man…
Oh the travelin man…
Travelin man..
Well he found himself squattin on indian land
and it wasn't taken well by the locals back then
They beat him up and left him on the side of the road
But the travelin man he wasn't ready to go
Oh the travelin man…
Oh the travelin man…
Oh the travelin man…
Travelin man...
Lonely stations playing songs for change,
No-one stops to listen no...
Dusty clothes he walks on the other side of the road..
With his face in the sun yea
He was rallied by the police down on the highway 5
With a busted up noggin and two black eyes
They gave him 5 bucks and a pat on the back
He ain't never had a run in with the coppers like that no
Oh oh travelin man
Oh oh travelin man yea yea
Oh oh travelin man whoa
Travelin man yea..
You can't tell a free spirit how to live his life
and he always keeps movin' and always packs light
He may never be remembered as a mighty oak tree
Cuz he'd rather cross the desert like a tumbleweed..
The travelin man, oh lord
Travelin man, yea
Travelin man, oh
Travelin man oh oh
Travelin man yea
Travelin man oh..
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5. |
The Highway
03:25
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Well he passes now and then
As I watch over the highway
I'm lookin from overhead
For a killer runnin free
Well the late shift took its toll
and I pulled one over again
and I struggled to see a face inside
So I slowly drew my weapon
and he rolled the window down
and presented me his card
"For Dominion Coal n Steel I drive
I'm not going very far"
"Sir you were going 105
I'ma have to check your load"
and without a hesitation
I was looking down the barrel
Of a fully loaded gun
I saw flashes of my life
I had only just had met my daughter
I'd a newly wedded wife
I said "Sir please settle down,
I'll just lay down on the ground"
But he must've pulled the trigger 'fore
The words were out my mouth
Well he passes now and then
As I watch over the highway
I'm lookin from overhead
For a killer runnin free
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6. |
Die in the West
06:34
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Well I keep coming home just to see you my dear
My parents are old and their time's coming near
Well my pockets are rich and my back's getting poor
and I keep my chin high and my feet on the floor
It must've been some time since I last seen you
When you waved me goodbye from your living room
The company just paid my flight to come home
and a week off ain't much when you travel alone
and I said I know...
That our love can just never be
As long as I need Fort McMurray
Love you know how much I miss the sea
and the breeze on the Mira River
Oh the nights spent with you were the best
and as long as there's work on the oil rigs my lover
I'll leave you my heart but I'll die in the west
Even out on the rigs I found Maritime charm
As I worked at the sides of my brothers in arms
Had the lads from the Rock and the mainlanders too
When you're this far from home you connect by your roots
Well my grandfather spent half his life underground
and his lungs were so black that he practically drowned
and now I don't wish for my children to see
Their old man to look 50 when he's 33
and I said I know...
That our love can just never be
As long as I need Fort McMurray
Love you know how much I miss the sea
and the breeze on the Mira River
Oh the nights spent with you were the best
and as long as there's work on the oil rigs my lover
I'll leave you my heart but I'll die in the west
Baby I know that you love the East Coast
So I raise up my glass and I offer a toast
To our last visit before I go back
Just to bank up my money while the oil sands last
Oh you must tell my son where he'll bury me
In the soil of Cape Breton I'd much rather be
and I hope I can save enough money to rest
When the time comes to cross my arms over my chest
and I said I know...
That our love can just never be
As long as I need Fort McMurray
Love you know how much I miss the sea
and the breeze on the Mira River
Oh the nights spent with you were the best
and as long as there's work on the oil rigs my lover
I'll leave you my heart but I'll die in the west
Repeat chorus
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Mike McKenna Jr. Montreal, Québec
Mike McKenna Jr is a Canadian singer-songwriter from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. His distinct, powerful voice and colourful narratives shape a uniquely soulful, acoustic storytelling style.
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