Recorded and mixed by Dale Jones at Thunder Crow Studio,
Portland, Oregon
Mastered by Justin Phelps at The Hallowed Halls,
Portland, Oregon
Jacket and duplication by Atomic Disc,
Salem, Oregon
All songs written by Greg Stone
Copyright 2023 Greg Stone
Greg Stone- lead vocals, keyboards, guitars, bells, gong
Dale Jones- vocals, bass, guitars, mandolin, banjo, percussion, keyboard drum, horn programming
Lon Jones- mandolin
Ann Heyen- vocals
Barry Crannell- banjo
Kerry Williams- mandolin
Megan Cronin- violin
Jeff Woodcock- bass
Jiminy Christmas
Christmas up on Marconi Avenue
She's asking for Jimmy Choo
Christmas up on Alameda Street
He’s asking for Shun Kaji
But Christmas down on Burnside Street
In the Old Town
The folks are asking for
Cheap berry wine
I really could have used some
On Burnside Street
Christmas over on Peacock Lane
They’re lightin up candy canes
Christmas up on Thurman Street
He’s asking for Bvlgari
Do For Me Gal
Do for me gal, do for me gal
Do for me, do for me, do for me gal
If I were a sailor
Would you sail the ocean with me
Under Orion
Your bonnie blue boy’s out to sea
Eight Miles From Cincinnati
Saddled my horse for the county fair
Everyone knows she’s a feisty old mare
Landed me on a roll of barbed wire
Started me a-thinkin it’s time to retire
Eight miles from Cincinnati that wire starts to sing
A radio signal cries for Maybellene
Has anyone seen my May, pretty Maybellene
I tried to lasso a picture sunset
After ten shots of whiskey and a whacky cigarette
Landed me on a roll of barbed wire
Started me a-thinkin it’s time to retire
Eight miles from Cincinnati that wire starts to sing
A radio signal cries for Peggy Sue
Has anyone seen my Peg, pretty Peggy Sue
Has anyone seen my Peg, pretty Peggy Sue stands on the corner
Picking up Buddy’s fare
Never had a chance to dance with Peggy Sue
Has anyone seen my May, pretty Maybellene
Has anyone seen my Mary, sweet Mary Lou
Has anyone seen my Maggie, pretty Maggie Mae
Has anyone seen my Candy, sweet Candy O
Has anyone seen my Susie, little Susie Q
Has anyone seen my Sweet, Sweet Adeline
Has anyone seen my Gypsy, Gypsy Rose
Has anyone seen my Georgia, Georgia Brown
Hard Town
Hiding down a side street, shirtless in the square
Trying to reel it in but there’s nobody there
Suffering sadness all of his life
Is it day is it night ask the many insane
In the flashlight glare can’t remember his name
Just a deal away, just a meal away
Its a hard town, hard town, full of runaways
Hey there friend won’t you come here a minute
Someone gave me this let’s see what’s in it
It’s a golden lock that doesn’t have a key
Let’s follow the crows down to Louis’ Old Town
With our hands in our pockets we scrounge around
Just a deal away, just a meal away
It’s a hard town, hard town, full of runaways
Mr. Robinson there sitting on a ladder
On the bottom rung, does it really matter
That never two persons ever are the same
Hold On
Well, I raise my own chickens, I got my own eggs
I got to hold on
The world outside wants to get back together again
Mama’s in the greenhouse, she picks her own beans
She’s got to hold on
The world outside wants to get back together again
What can I say, maybe next summer
Let’s see how it plays, maybe in a year or two
Well, I don’t need a single thing from you
I got to hold on
Mama and me we got the moon and the rising sun
We can finally see what’s real and true
We got to hold on
Mama and me we got the moon and the rising sun
Nightbird
Walking alone in the wilderness I feel my loneliness
I feel my alien heart beat
A wild world of indifference when I pass by
I will take my chances
Hear the nightbird’s sad cry
When the sun was low in the east I took my first flight
Naked to the heavens
When the sun gets low in the west I’ll take my last flight
We all took our chances
Hear the nightbird’s sad cry
What I Do For Love
Had a married woman take me by the hand
And lead me to her sugar shack and let me be her man
Now it’s freaking me out, what I do for love
Just freaks me out
Now I might soon be needing an answer from up there
Just how do I respond to this love affair
It’s freaking me out, what I do for love
Just freaks me out
Well I don’t know, but I know
I’m a wounded man, oh I know I’m a wounded man
I don’t need for love and I don’t love for need
But here I am around again wishing I was free
It’s freaking me out, what I do for love
Just freaks me out
I had to step aside and wash my hands and face
Another wild ride, carnival disgrace
It’s freaking me out, what I do for love
Just freaks me out
Secret Silver Lining Dream
I ran across a letter written to me from the past
I read it for the first time and I realized at last.
There was someone in the shadows
Always watching out for me
But in my darkest days so blind that I couldn’t see
I don’t know how (I don’t know babe)
I don’t know how (Don’t know how)
My secret silver lining dream got away
I don’t know how (I don’t know babe)
I don’t know, didn’t see my
Secret silver lining dream getting away from me
Chasing storms and passing warning signs of troubled love
That kept me in a tailspin through darkest clouds above
It took the wind out of my sails, the letter told me true
I guess I didn’t realize I never could see through
No, no, no, no, no, no, no don’t know how