I woke up this mornin’ with a shotgun in my bed Woke up this mornin’ with a shotgun in my bed Oh till these shotgun blues is dead Two in the Chamber, one beneath my head Two in the chamber and one beneath my head Aww hope these shotgun blues is dead

I’m standing at the crossroads of a highway and a dream Dakota sunrise on my back and a sign that’s got your name And I oughta be where I was born where the seasons never change But your arms are holdin’ me tighter than those coffee-housin’, yawnin’ trains I’m kneelin at the crossroads of highway lines and memories The Minnesota sun’s done settin’ and the fireflies they’re waitin’ on the stream And if our lives ain’t made for movies, honey, can we still make it a scene… When I come knockin on the back door and it’s midnight and you’re still my queen? And you never asked me where I been You spent last night thinkin’ bout him You’re as disappointing as a wayward dove And I just don’t know why you won’t deny my blue eyed love I’m sleepin at the crossroads and waitin’ on the rain to stop It’s got the radiator hissin’ cuz there’s borders that we still ain’t crossed Ain’t seen a Mountain since Montana when our compasses all got tossed And since the map blew out in Texas, I say, Honey-babe, we ain’t been lost And you got a body like a blacksmith song And when you ain’t doin’ me you’re doin me wrong You’re about as faithful as melted Iron And I just don’t know why you want this blue-eyed love of mine Country station’s A.M. static loves a well-worn wooden floor to echo off It goes bouncin’ across our eardrums like your linen sheets so raspy and soft That your scarlet hair is crossin’ and my hands they’re runnin’ across Just like a Highway through the Midwest or a train that don’t stop And you found the best letter she ever wrote Yes you could’ve asked me if you wanted to know Cuz you ain’t the only one who’s been wandering and I ain’t the type to lose And if you’d only done the same I’da saved all my blue-eyed love for you

Now Zorba was a friend of mine he loved the dance and he loved the wine and there never was a better brother born I found him or he found me, whichever it was in a storm at sea, he sang his song and told me of the war- And he’d once been a lumberjack, sailor, soldier and a diamond rat and that hand I shook was callused and well worn. The storm it swelled as we had a drink- I let it burn, and he began to sing in this voice that matched our steamship’s silver horn: "Da ya ya da da da, Da ya ya da da da, Da ya ya da da da daaaa" We landed on the shores of Crete, an Englishman and trusty Greek and quickly me and Zorba hatched a plan When I was young my father died and left me with this diamond mine that with some sweat could make us both rich men So Off went Zorba to the town to buy those things that lift the ground and make the diamonds fall into our hands With ever dollar I had brought that Zorba went to town and he bought wine and booze and whores and girls to dance … and he was singin’ [CHORUS] A turncoat friend and a lowdown thief, a wolf in wool I shoulda seen, but St. Peter even sometimes calls em wrong so remember every word I speak in case you ever meet this Greek say Zorba just leave me the hell alone then he’ll look you square in your eye and tell again that bastard’s lie that in his life there’s not a man he’s wronged and don’t you let him buy your drink cuz when he does he’s gonna make you sing and even Job could not resist this song

I been dreamin’ of a lakeshore and a Pendleton Overcoat Snow settlin’ on Jasper Pines while I follow you up the road I been thinkin’ bout a fireplace and a chimney whistlin’ smoke And the way you curl up next to me when you read the stories I wrote I been ponderin’ the Ponderosas in the evening monochrome With her hazy grays and lazy days of eatin’ what we’ve grown I have had the luck of a Larkspur whose seeds have just been sown By the well-worn hand of a farmer and the best lover that he’s known Darlin’ you got the kinda soul Butch Cassidy couldn’t steal And you could start a heartbreak Bogart would be hard-pressed to conceal You been born as tough as Dixie, lived through love like a battle field And if your dreams ain’t yet blown to smithereens I’d love for you to let me make 'em real Because if I could see the evergreen shine in your Inland Empire eyes each night And spend my mornings alongside you with a loaf of bread and a sunrise Oh there’s no dollar I’d need again cuz no fortune could buy The feelin’ of your freewheelin’ fingers intertwined in mine

Well my dreams are full of moonshine And my head's wanderin through the pines And my feet they’re getting lonesome for Those cornfields of mine Wish my hands was splittin kindling Or my heart swingin from a limb Hangin’ low across the river Where you taught me to swim So mama don’t you worry Your boys a’comin home Mama don’t you cry I got a Tennessee soul We been wanderin for a long time From the Channel to Rhine And if hopelessness was dollars Well I wouldn’t need a dime The old world’s getting older And the summer’s gone cold And it all should be over Least that’s what I was told [chorus] the four winds are a-blowin and my thoughts start to flow to the river I was born on and a nephew I don’t know cuz my lover she is lonesome got a two-year-old son and you I don’t get to meet him till this damn war is done [chorus]

Radio Girl you know I love your voice Wouldn’t change the station If I had a choice I don’t know where you are or how you look, But I know you play my favorite bands And I read your favorite books Radio Girl you know my love is true Your voice is modulating my heart’s amplitude Radio Girl I know how happy I’d be If you would modulate your frequency of seein’ me Radio Girl you got an open line I know I should call in but you must not have time You’re probably readin’ Kerouac again, You probly got a boyfriend in a great indie band [Chorus] Radio Girl love must be blind I never see your face and you're always on my mind Radio Girl I never know what to say my tongue gets more twisted every record you play [Chorus] Radio girl I just want you to know I’m never busy on Friday if you need a guest on the show And Radio girl I never will be blue as long as my heart’s dial never leaves you [chorus]

Bonnie, let me tell ya, I’ll be your Clyde any day We’ll travel south Dakota I know just the place to stay It’s where the outlaws run the city and the liquor tastes the best And everybody there’s as honest as this heart that’s in my chest You ain’t gotta take your guns off when you walk into the bar And nobody tries to kill ya when you’re drivin in your car, Write poems take pictures or even smoke cigars The doors are never locked, hotels are never full Cops are always busy sewin’ blankets outta wool And if you ever get stuck ya know there’s always someone to pull. So if you wanna be together darlin’ Just give me your word I got money from New Orleans and an engine ‘neath the hood And all you gotta say is “uh-huh, I’d love a life that good” All you gotta say is “Clyde, I’d die to have a life that good” So Bonnie lemme tell ya I’ll be your Clyde any day We’ll travel south Dakota I know just the place to stay It’s where the outlaws run the city and the liquor don’t taste the same Yeah, the outlaws run the city and we’ll always be safe

She’s a wanderer, a philosopher, my darlin’ is a fountain of youth Keeps Springsteen by her bed but she don’t listen till he’s dead she said “until then I’ll stick to my Delta Blues” She got mountains on her mind and never lets a poem rhyme and she’s never been the first to shoot Drinks whisky when she cries and says the north star never lies and when she smiles he’s as hot as hundred proof And at 5am she finds my Remington and watches the sun rise over the keys I could die a happy man listenin’ to the letters slam and splittin’ sheets with the writer next to me Best damn thing I’ve seen I’m a busker, I’m a rustler, I’m a mapmaker’s brother too Write melodies like wine and I trellis every rhyme and this harvest hasn’t stopped since I met you Keep secrets in these curls, tangled, hidden from the world best way I’ve seen of easin’ round the truth Drink coffee black as ink, always shoot before I think, and I’d never be caught dead without my boots And at 6 o’clock darlin’ when your train stopped I was waitin’ like a hurricane To see the lightnin’ flashin’ in your eyes when I make landfall on your thighs and wash every other lover’s face away So don’t you hesitate Pulled your heartstrings, hot as New Orleans and I burned my throat just tryin’ to sing in tune So I let your chorus answer from those hands as strong as cancer sketchin’ skyscrapers outta lines from this haiku And If you’ll build a town for me I’ll proudly waltz you down it’s streets I’ll serenade you with melodies I’ve brewed So hold me tight while you’re still here cuz I got a love bigger than fear and there ain’t no one who needs it more than you Cuz your time zone’s gonna change and our new days won’t switch the same when the Atlantic and America come between But we’ll find lovers that won’t die- they’ll stay faithful we’ll deny every whisky-tinted white noise memory Of a life when love was free Penny postcard, stuck ‘neath the strings of this guitar is hittin’ my heart just like a freight train flyin’ through And if we’d taught these streets to talk I’d let Charlotte and Maple cross, and stitch our story back from the patches we left strewn Like October leaves ‘neath an oak, our footprints in the snow, or the shrapnel from the chances that we blew Cuz you left this hometown haunted, every other love I’ve wanted hasn’t held me half as tight as I held you So last night I took that clock and a gun I never shot and it got blown away in a vigilante wind You always told me “time’s a lie” so as I watched those pieces fly I realized as long as I’d see you again It didn’t matter when.