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My Love, She's in America

by The Stillwater Hobos

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1.
Gather up your pots and your old tin cans The mash and the corn, the barley and the bran Run like the devil from the excise man Keep the smoke from rising, Barney. Keep your eyes well-peeled today The excise men, they’re on their way Searching for the mountain tay In the Hills of Connemara. The mountain breezes as they blow Echo down to plains below The big tall men are on the go In the Hills of Connemara. Swing to the left now swing to the right— The excise men, they can dance all night Drinking up the tay till the broad daylight In the Hills of Connemara. A gallon for the butcher and big Nick Klein A bottle for the poor old Father Stein To keep him off that altar wine In the Hills of Connemara. Stand your ground, for it’s too late The excise men, they’re at the gate Glory be to Paddy for they’re drinking it straight In the Hills of Connemara!
2.
I must away, love, I can no longer tarry This morning’s tempest I have to cross I must be guided without a stumble Into the arms I love the most. And when he came to his true love’s dwelling He knelt down gently upon a stone And through her window he whispered lowly Is my true lover within at home? Wake up wake up love it is thine own true lover Wake up wake up love and let me in For I am tired love and oh so weary And more than near drenched to the skin. She's raised her off her down soft pillow She's raised her off and she's let him in And they were locked in each other's arms Until that long night was past and gone. And when that long night was passed and over, And when the small clouds began to grow He's taken her hand and they’ve kissed and parted And he saddled and mounted and away did go. I must away love I can no longer tarry This morning’s tempest I have to cross I must be guided without a stumble Into the arms I love the most.
3.
Cigarettes in the morning Walking hallways of this strange empty home Cold whiskey in the evening Every day now she’s gone. Connemara’s on the bus route to Behan It’s seven days since the last cow died And when the barley’s gone and three lost women Like the girls and boys in Rome used to cry. Just give me cornbread in the morning so early For you took my rags in the fold of your hand And before you fall just like a feather and linen Make sure you’ve taken off that black velvet band. They say that roving’s like a candle at midnight And some take it like the trot of a mule But when the road is blind and your own tender lady You’d take a match to find a firelit fool. How come the way’s not like stairs in a castle With crimson pictures there to guide you along A gilded bottle with a few draughts inside it Makes the lights in the rafters look so strong. When your true love’s gone to run like an engine After nine young women with no faces their own And in America she spins like a dancer With barrel straps and some shoes made of stone. I’d guess the porches there are all clouded over And pipes and fiddles might could use some repair And all the horses have been broken in stables And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear. But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore To stroll along Cleggan’s grey-hooded harbor Cutting hard like the blade of an oar. You take yourself to a hill past the pierline To find a cabin of whiskey and milk Where St. Coleman used to ply to his master Like colored linen and mulberry silk. Cigarettes in the morning Walking halways of this strange empty home Cold whiskey in the evening Every day now she’s gone.
4.
Last morning I did tread the creek Thinking how my boots do leak ‘Twas then that I was fain to speak To all you Naiads dear. Well I’ll swim the french broad river And become a little thinner When I lay me down to dinner At Dixie’s house to dine. Well I’ll order in the brandy And wine and summer shandy A stronger braver man I’ll be For thee and me and mine. A year ago today I sprung From stone to rock aye every one Amid the river wash and run With my sweat-heart near. The river-rocks did hold their fire And with them my true love’s desire And Johnny if you’ll be my squire I’ll take you as my dear. But Janus meant to bind the lees With a tether of ice about the knees And when the river walk did freeze My true love to me sang. Last year I drank you down so wild When you were cordial as a child A tasty draft of bitter-and-mild The glass it loudly rang. Had I the cocky red-breast song To whistle Dixie all night long For all the world that’s suffered wrong And all you naiads dear.
5.
Roarin' Mary 03:45
You’re a bear in a sheepskin coat And O’Donnell caught you on the boat And three little piggies on Walkin street Have gobbled up all your corn to eat. With a too-ra-loo-ra-loo-rae-ay Whack fol da diddle loora-da-o-may. Now Buckeye jim has lost his way Saving his corn for a rainy day And North Country beagles did run awry With a Billy O’Neil just a-wonderin’ why. I lost three dimes on a horse called Stewball, By a dozen lusty mares was called And when they got him back to his stable Owner says I hope to God you’re able. Had a girl by the banks of the Ohio Suckled by wind and rain and snow No honest man on earth could keep her So she ran off with a Scottish preacher. I had a girl called Roarin’ Mary And with her I am feign to dally No hope left on that blind man’s table So I’ll settle down with a cock-right fable. Oh Roarin’ Mary I beg your pardon Over by the hills near Craggie Garden There never was a skite like Dick McSherry And never was a girl like Roarin’ Mary! With a too-ra-loo-ra-loo-rae-ay Whack fol da diddle loora-da-o-may.
6.
I wish I was in Carrickfergus Only for a night in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean Only for a night in Ballygrand But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over And neither have I the wings to fly I wish I had a handsome boatman To ferry me over my love and I. My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy days so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations Have all passed away now like melting snow So I'll spend my days in endless roving Soft is the grass and my bed is free Ah to be home now in Carrickfergus By the the long road down to the salty sea. Now in Kilkenny it is reported On marble stones there as black as ink With gold and silver I would support her But I'll say no more now till I’ve had a drink For I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Ah but I'm sick now and my days are numbered So come all ye young men and lay me down.
7.
Well you heard the ballad of Jesse James how he robbed that Glendale train But that don't compare to the do-or-dare of the famous Barrow Gang They're crooks and killers the papers say and society drags ‘em down Calls ‘em low-life scum no better than mud and they run ‘em right out of town. And I said hey pretty honey of mine ride along with me We'll shoot the night just to stay a-right Till we climb up the hanging tree So when you leave your house shut the garden gate Tell your mother and your father not to stay up late We’re gonna fight for our freedom right down to the day we die. Well it was gas-filling stations convenience stores to those home-spun county banks We took 'em all both great and small steering clear of the cell block tanks You can feel the freedom of the open road blowing smoke rings out of your hair But you'll never find a feeling that's more alive than throwing lead through the gravelly air. And I said hey pretty honey of mine what are you gonna do ‘Cause there's a gas-can man with a rifle in his hand Gonna blow you to Waterloo She said I told you twice and I'll say it again I’m not a cooped-up chicken or a huckleberry hen. Gonna fight for my freedom right down to the day we die. It was roundabout the spring of '34 we were skirting state border lines Oklahoma, Mississippi, Creole Country, Kansas City, Dallas, and the Great Divide But in the gun-light's gleam I could see in her eyes as she stood in the barn door-way Saying Clyde I know it's a coal-black road gonna send you to Judgment Day. And I said hey pretty honey of mine tell me and tell me true If you could take it all back would you walk the right track And obey them boys in blue She said I walk a road paved with regret But the Law don't forgive and it’ll never forget We’re gonna fight for our freedom right down to the day we die. I know we're not that smart or desperate love the law it always wins We've been shot before but we can't ignore that death is the wages of sin Some day we'll ride to the end of the trail and they'll bury us side by side For your ma there'll be grief, for the law relief, but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde. And I said hey pretty honey of mine life can lend you a bitter taste When the whole world's view of the gutter and you has got you feeling like a human waste We’re not the people that they think see And we've payed our debts to society. We're gonna fight for our freedom right down to the day we die.
8.
Sure the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me Bloody shillelagh clubs for to set me free I said my lady’s fair won’t you listen to me And I’ll bring you to your bonnie lass In fifty-two the hunger took us by surprise Water fell into my mother’s crying eyes We wailed just like a dove in the morning cries And the crops were sick in harvest time. But my mother she was wise and she raised me well She told me all the things that there was to tell Precious you sure listen cause you need me now In the years to come I won’t be there You take a hard shillelagh in your hands so strong Always hold it gently when they do you wrong But when you hear John Henry’s solemn hammer song God give you strength like turpentine. And darling you’re a peach tree in the summer sun With bonnie little branches always on the run And when cold winds shake your branches like a crooked gun I’ll be there my cherub son Like a mockingbird who laughs because there’s someone there To wonder if they ever would discover where We’re hiding in the trees without a worried care Streetcars in the alleyway. Sure the Girls in Old Ireland they come to me Let their bloody kings and clubs be their melodies A whiskey-fog still burning in my memory Scattered all along the grass.
9.
Darling mother would you guide my hand My love she’s in America with a terry band Her dark-flowing hair rolls all down her breast It’s as soft as the night that she went and left Sandy was the river that she walked It was out the door and it was off the dock, The thunder ahead and the steamboat’s dreams Of lily-white smoke and fine rafting things. She boarded that ship and she sent it well Fast and lonesome as a kind farewell I asked her grace for twelve little towns With a market in all and open fields around She took the East, and she took the West Elizabeth’s the girl that I love the best My house was robbed when I shut the door And boarded it up with a rusted oar. Bring me a rose, St. Therese, St. Therese Would you bring me a rose St. Therese All the little flowers are covered and blessed Would you bring me a rose St. Therese. I saw her at the market just yesterday I said hello but she looked the other way She wore a coat of black and two old shoes And my eyes were light with the devil’s dues I gave her a whistle and three hundred cries And there I found a rose as white as lye You can wash with water every day But that dirt will stain your hide in the same old way. Now two little devils danced on a barrel of lime You know they’re devils, mama, but you took a bad time It was a slipped-up jig with iron feet That fled like a coward when lovers meet But there in the garden I can see you fine Your hand full of roses smell better than wine To scatter your flowers for the one you love As tender as the lightning in the sky above. Bring me a rose St. Therese, St. Therese Would you bring me a rose St. Therese All the little flowers are covered and blessed Would you bring me that rose St. Therese.
10.
If you ever feel lonesome, and you’re down in San Antone Beg steal or borrow two nickels or a dime and call me on the 
phone And I'll meet you at Alamo Mission where we can say our prayers And the Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will heal us as we kneel there. In the moonlight in the midnight In the moonlight midnight
moonlight. If you ever feel sorrow for things you might have done With no hope for tomorrow and the setting of the sun And the ocean is howling of things that might have been And that last good morning sunrise will be the brightest you've ever
 seen. In the moonlight in the midnight In the moonlight midnight
moonlight.
11.
This is a love song To whom that I don’t know I took me to a woman’s house Where wine and water flow I love a girl like a watershed But she sure don’t love me She’s got a sullen crawfish head All full of old whiskey. But who is she with rosy cheeks And hair like trickling fire Soft and clear as mountain creeks And music in your ear And has she got a silver bell Beneath that noon-time dress That’s got me in her sunny well And near her sighing breast. This is a love long To whom that I don’t know When you’re laughing at my door You melt that lasting snow This is a love song To whom that I don’t know But I’ll take your hand in a watercan And a-drinking we will go. This is a love song To whom that I don’t know I took me to a woman’s house Where wine and water flow.
12.
He was stranded in a tiny town on fair Prince Edward Island Waiting for a ship to come and find him A one horse place, a friendly face, some coffee, and a tiny trace Of fiddling in the distance far behind him. And a dime across the counter then, a shy hello, a brand new friend A walk along the street in the wintry weather A yellow light, an open door, and a welcome friend there's room for more And then they're standing there inside together. He said I've heard that tune before somewhere but I can't remember when Was it on some other friendly shore, did I hear it in the wind Was it written on the sky above, I think I heard it from someone I love But I never heard it sound so sweet since then. And now his feet begin to tap and a little boy says I'll take your cap And he spun off in the magic of her smile And leaped the heart within him went when off across the floor he sent His clumsy body graceful as a child. He said there's magic in the fiddlers and there's magic in this town There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down People smiling everywhere, boots and fiddles, locks of hair, And laughter oh blue suits and Easter gowns. The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack The empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more A-waiting for the dancers to come back. And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town The strings are broke, the bow is gone, and the cover’s buttoned down But sometimes on December nights when the air is cold and the wind is right There's a melody that passes through the town.

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"God bless you for making this bloody marvelous album. This is my favorite album of all time. Thank you so much." --Brian Hawersaat

"I have only listened to 'My Love, She's in America' but I have listened to it several times over without tiring of it. Lyrics, Music, Voice--'light dissolved in star showers, thrown.' It is a haunting drinker's song." --Dr. Susan Hanssen

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released March 2, 2014

Austin Walker: Banjos, Harmonica, Guitar, Vocals.
Will Teller: Fiddle, Guitar, Vocals.
Taylor Posey: Mandolin, Mandola.
Thomas Nelson: Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica, Vocals.
Danny Jones: Bodhrán and Percussion, Vocals.
Michael Malpiedi: Bass (Upright), Organ, Percussian.
Bob Long: Percussion.
Christian Walker: Cello

Mixed and Engineered by Clay Blair
Recorded at Echo Mountain Recording, Asheville, NC
Mixed at Boulevard Recording, Hollywood, CA
Mastered by Hans Dekline at Sound Bites Dog
Assistant Engineer - Evan Bradford
Photographs - Josh Rhinehart

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The Stillwater Hobos formed in 2010 one night in Galway while on the way to Rome.

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