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Blue Grass Gospel   (1) Faith In Our Fathers by Gaudreau/Hickman

 
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Faith in our Father
By John Hickman
Long ago the Bible tells us
That young David took a stand.
He put his faith in our Father
And knocked Goliath to the sand.
Come right down (to the river)
Come right in (to the water)
Put your faith ( in our Father)
Wash away that troubled sin.
Then the day came for Moses
To lead his people across the sea.
With his faith in our Father
He raised the water to set them free.
(Repeat Chorus)
Now if you need His guidance
Like the shepherd leads his herd.
Just have faith in our Father
And guide your living by His word.
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat chorus again)


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Blue Grass   (2) 8th and Main by Gaudreau/Hickman

 
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The Bar at 8th & Main
By John Hickman
I met you in a dingy bar
At the corner of 8th and Main.
I saw right through your lovely eyes
And didnít ask your name.
We both had just one thing in mind
To chase those blues away
And knew weíd follow separate roads
Come the dawn of day.
We slipped out through the crowded room
Together you and me.
Anticipation in our minds
Of what this night could be.
We met like two ships sailing through
A cold and lonely storm,
Brought our lives together
To let passions keep us warm.
Now its likely youíll remember
That bar at 8th and Main.
But I doubt for a moment
That youíll chance to call my name.
It was only one short night of love
And seems so long ago
But the feelings that remain in me
I guess youíll never know.
I thought about just going back
And waiting patiently.
But the fear of seeing you
With someone else keeps haunting me.
Iíd like to think this soon will pass
And Iíll forget the pain
But I never will forget that bar
On the corner of 8th and Main.
Now its likely youíll remember
The bar at 8th and Main.
But I doubt for a moment
That youíll chance to call my name.
It was only one short night of love
And seems so long ago
But the feelings that remain in me
I guess youíll never know.
But the feelings that remain in me
I guess youíll never know.


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Blue Grass  (3) Family Man by Gaudreau/Hickman

 
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Family Man
By John Hickman
Late Friday afternoon it seems
The fellows like to plan
To go out to their favorite bar
And drink up like a man.
Then they start the card game
Dealing hand after hand.
On into the night they play
Till they can hardly stand.
Now some guys have a reason
That they do this constantly.
But I still have one interest
And thatís my family.
Iíll hurry home to see them
My son Iíll hold so near
And listen to his stories
And try to calm his fears.
I am a family man
Thatís all Iíll ever be.
A family man forever more
Thatís the life for me.
While all the trial of the day
They take their toll on me
My tensions seem to fade away
With my family
The best thing that a man can do
On this earth, donít you hear
Is sharing all the moments
As he holds his family near.
I am a family man
Thatís all Iíll ever be.
A family man forever more
Thatís the life for me.



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Blue Grass  (4) Friends and Lovers by Gaudreau/Hickman

 
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Friends ďNĒ Lovers
By John Hickman
You broke my heart before
And I guess you will again.
You may have been my lover
But you never were a friend.
So leave me now, as you will
For time and time again
And let me be the one
You come back to in the end.
Friends and lovers meet
Somewhere in the night
But somehow lovers lose it all
When friendships fall from sight.
This Iíve learned well from you
But Iíll search on and on
For a lover and a friend
To share with me my song.
My love for you was true
But it was all in vain.
ĎCause your love was as bitter cold
As winter up in Maine.
Iíve shed more tears; lost more sleep
Than one man should endure
And I look forward to the day
When it will hurt no more.
Friends and lovers meet
Somewhere in the night.
But somehow lovers lose it all
When friendships fall from sight.
This Iíve learned well from you
But Iíll search on and on
For a lover and a friend
to share with me my song.
This Iíve learned well from you
But Iíll search on and on
For a lover and a friend
To share with me my song.

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Blue Grass Gospel  (5) Hold On by Gaudreau/Hickman

 
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Hold On
By John Hickman
Like a child without a home
Well I walk this world alone
With no friends that I can call my own.
I was searching for a guide
With no safe place to hide
Then the Master took me to his side.
Hold on,
To the Masterís guiding hand.
Hold on,
Stay as close as you can.
Follow Him
To that glory land on high
Let the shepherd guide His little lost lamb.
Now I know I have a place
And Iíve won that final race.
Heís saved me with His love and His grace.
So Iíll pledge to honor Him
And my light shall never dim
His love will keep me free from sin.
Hold on,
To the Masterís guiding hand.
Hold on,
Stay as close as you can.
Follow Him
To that glory land on high
Let the shepherd guide His little lost lamb.
Let the shepherd guide His little lost lamb.


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Blue Grass  (6) Moonshine Teardrops by Gaudreau/Hickman

 
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Moonshine & Teardrops
By John Hickman
Back in the timbers
On ridge number 4
There lived a young moonshiner
As did his Dad before.
Speediní cars and whisky
Takiní chances every day
But he longed to marry Nellie
In her arms heíd always stay.
Moonshine and teardrops
Thatís all thatís left to Will.
Moonshine and teardrops
He dreams of Nellie still.
Now Nellie said to Will
ďI love you my dear,
But please stop your runniní
I live in constant fearĒ
Then Will he told Nellie,
ďIíll just make one more run,
And after that run Darliní
My shinniní days are done!Ē
Moonshine and teardrops
Thatís all thatís left to Will
Moonshine and teardrops
He dreams of Nellie still.
Nellie was so fearful
With Will she did go.
The moon shown through tall trees
Making shadows on the snow.
But neither of them saw him
That Sheriff after Will,
His shot rang through the timbers
Leaving Nellieís heart still.
Moonshine and teardrops
Thatís all thatís left to Will.
Moonshine and teardrops
He dreams of Nellie still.


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Blue Grass  (7) 100 Miles from Haven by Gaudreau/Hickman

 
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Hundred miles from Heaven
By John Hickman
Rolliní down the highway
Eighteen wheels on fire
White line points to Charlotte
And the one of my desire.
Iíve traveled this land over
Since back in í63
And through the years
The joy, the tears
Sheís waited patiently.
Iím a hundred miles from Heaven
Gettiní closer all the time.
Just a hundred miles from Heaven
With sweet Charlotte on my mind.
Iíll keep these wheels a burniní
Till I get home to see
The woman who is waiting there
To love and comfort me.
The nights are dark and lonely
On the highway all alone
And though my heart is achiní
It has no need to roam.
So Iíll just go on dreaminí
Of my Charlotteís love so fine
And keep this big rig rolliní
Toward that Mason-Dixon line.
Iím a hundred miles from heaven
Gettiní closer all the time.
Just a hundred miles from heaven
With sweet Charlotte on my mind.
Iíll keep these wheels a burniní
Till I get home to see
The woman who is waiting there
To love and comfort me.
My Charlotte she is waiting there
To love and comfort me.


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Blue Grass  (8) Kentucky Ridge Runner

 
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Kentucky Ridge Runner
On a back road in Kentucky
In a bright blue fifty Chevy
Bobby Wheeler ran a race
That would surely be his last.
With his foot glued to the peddle
The rocks flew off the metal
He blazed on through the woodlands
Like a shotgunís firery blast.
Kentucky ridge runner
It wasnít just a name.
Kentucky ridge runner
A taste of glory and of fame.
It was early in October
In the county of Conover
Where Bobby ran the ridges
Making history on that day.
He needed just this one race
To forever save his own place
As the best hometown racer
To ever drive that way.
Kentucky ridge runner
It wasnít just a name.
Kentucky ridge runner
A taste of glory and of fame.
He flew ninety miles an hour
In a car of untold power
The only thing he focused on
Was the glory and the fame.
With hands tight on the steering
And the other car still nearing
He barely even noticed
The gentle morning rain.
So on down Taylorís Hill
Past the signs for Cameronís Mill
He flew without a thought
But to win this final race.
Then as he ran that last ridge
His rear wheels left the old bridge
And when they found his body
He a smile upon his face.
Kentucky ridge runner
It wasnít just a name.
Kentucky ridge runner
A taste of glory and of fame.


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Irish Ballard  (9) Paddy McFarland by Austin/Hickman

 
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PADDY MCFARLAND
By John Hickman
Away in the west far up in the hills,
Lived Seamus McFarland with all of his girls.
Then Paddy was born; the first child a boy.
Then off to Ballyconneely they moved for employ
When Paddy was still just boy.
Now Paddy grew up as legend be told
The family lost all with nothing to hold.
So Paddy took off to find work where he may
To put food on the table on a cold winterís day.
It was the old Irish way!
Now Paddy walks in from the cold
And up to the barman stepping so bold
ďIíll stand on me head or Iíll dance up a jig
if you please Sir just give me one little swig!Ē
Now life was not easy as Paddy soon found.
He rarely got paid not even a pound.
So Paddy moved on from one town till next
Just begginí for someone to put stout on his breath.
So cold wouldnít bring on his death.
Now Paddy walks in from the cold
And up to the barman stepping so bold.
ďIíll stand on me head or Iíll dance up a jig
Just please Sir just give me one little swig!Ē
So if you do wander to the Emerald Isle
And chance by a pub for a story and smile
And Paddy walks in all covered with dew
Just ask him to dance and buy him a few!
Itís the least you could do
That is if you believe that the legend is true.
When Paddy walks in from the cold
And up to the barman stepping so bold
ďIíll stand on me head or Iíll dance up a jig
If you please Sir, please just a drink, Sir!
Thatís all that I need and its just what you can give,
Just one little swig!


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Blue Grass  (10) Caution to the Wind by Wright/Hickman

 
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Caution to the Wind
By John Hickman
The day I first met you
You set my heart aglow.
The feeling grew inside of me
But little did I know.
Youíd leave me for another
You said it was the end,
Girl canít we love that way again.
The days of wine and roses
Slowly slipped away.
In their path all you left
Were cold and rainy days.
Now that youíre back with me
Throw caution to the wind
Come on girl letís love that way again.
I know you still love me
I see it in your eyes.
Youíre the only one for me
It comes as no surprise.
Leave old times behind you
Throw caution to the wind.
Come on girl letís love that way again.
The day is never over
Till sunlight fails to shine.
Neither is a love
Till youíve given it some time.
Remember how we once were
How we loved back then
Come on girl letís love that way again.
I know you still love me
I see it in your eyes.
Youíre the only one for me
It comes as no surprise.
Leave old times behind you
Throw caution to the wind.
Come on girl letís love that way again.


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Blue Grass  (11) PA Memories by Wright/Hickman

 
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Pennsylvania Memories
By John Hickman
The wind through the trees
Blows memories through my mind.
I think of happy days
When there were better times.
When I was young and free
Growing up on the farm
With Mamma in the kitchen
Baking bread and keeping warm.
The summers of my youth
Seem hotter than today
The air smelled so sweet
When Dad was baling hay.
And when the darkness fell
Behind the rolling hills
We were chasing fireflies
Down by the old gristmill.
A Pennsylvania boy
In fields of stone and lime
With wonder in his eyes
Of things heís yet to find.
With stories of his life
The way it used to be
Another place and time
His heart will always be.
Oh, you canít go home
To a house that isnít there.
But I can close my eyes
And pretend that I am there.
For in my mind Iíve got
Memories to spare
But you canít go home
To a house that isnít there.
No, you canít go home
To a house that isnít there.


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Blue Grass  (12) Down the Sally Mill Road by DeVries/Hickman

 
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Down the Sally Mill Road
By John Hickman
Left my home in the spring of ď42
Wanted to see the whole world through.
Barely fifteen and on my own
Just a high-steppiní down the Sally Mill Road.
First town I come to I got a job;
Second pay day I got drunk and robbed.
They took my money and they left me there
Layiní face down in the public square.
The Sally Mill Road runs through my mind
With trees down the middle and along the side.
Iíd give all I own just to walk on home
Lord, take me back down the Sally Mill Road.
I moved along from town to town
Drinkiní and a gambliní all around.
My luck ran out so I begged this man
But he beat me down and I shot him dead.
Now here I sit in this Kentucky jail
No way out Ďcause I got no bail.
Tuesday noon theyíre gonna hang me high
All for the price of a bottle of Rye.
The Sally Mill Road runs through my mind
With trees down the middle and along the side.
Iíd give all I own just to walk on home
Lord, take me back down the Sally Mill Road

Iíd give all I own just to walk on home
Lord, wonít you take me down the Sally Mill Road.


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Irish ballad  (13) Durmid Fahey's Wake - Publisher

 
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Durmid Fahey's Wake
Note: Wandering Man Records
an ASCAP affiliate,Mark Austin's publishing company
He was born Durmid Fahey
In the town of Kenmare.
A fine Irish lad
Was he as I hear.
With grand daddy, Liam
He often did go
With firkins of butter
Toward Cork very slow.
And as he grew older
A farmer became.
He took a colleen
And gave her his name.
With each turning year
A new child was born,
Until there were nine
And no room for more.
Fill all the pubs and close all the shops
Pour the Guinness out fully; right up to the top.
Pass the grand stout faithfully Ďround,
To old Durmid Fahey whoís Heavenly bound!
He once saved a man
Out Glengarriff way
Who rolled under the cart
While putting in hay.
Known throughout Kerry
Loved one and by all
Never a cross word
Was spoken at all.
Fill all the pubs and close all the shops
Pour the Guinness out fully; right up to the top.
Pass the grand stout faithfully Ďround,
To old Durmid Fahey whoís Heavenly bound!
He lived a long life
As the good ages roll,
With grandchildren plenty
About twenty, all tolled.
Early one Spring
The Lord made his call
And old Durmid Fahey
Made Saint Peterís roll.
So, fill all the pubs and close all the shops
Pour the Guinness out fully; right up to the top.
Pass the grand stout faithfully Ďround,
To old Durmid Fahey whoís Heavenly bound!


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Irish ballad  (14) Red Flannigan by Moore/Nielsen/Hickman

 
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Red Flannigan's in tow
By John L. Hickman /Ryan Moore/Eric Nielsen/Tomas
Crowley/Branden Hickman
Grab up yer cap,
And yer coins to go
Good luck to the missus.
Now don't ye be slow.
We'll meet at the pub
Pass the black stuff around
Today is the day
Red Flannigan's in town!
Oh, what a big lad
Heís built like a wall.
Stands six two and a quarter
Weighs twenty stone in all.
He works in the fields
Hard farming the land
With muscles of steel
And an iron gripped hand.
He travels to town
A few times each year.
To go to the fair
Or sell him a steer.
But he always will stop
At the pub for a few
Some Murphyís or Guinness
Or a Tullamore Dew.
Grab up yer cap,
And yer coins to go
Good luck to the missus.
Now don't you be slow.
We'll meet at the pub
Pass the black stuff around
Today is the day
Red Flannigan's in town!
Red Flannigan will fight
Like the divil, he will.
Great craic it will be
Till weíve all had our fill.
So send out the call
From cottage to shop
Weíll meet at the pub
Weíll stand till we drop!
Weíll drink and weíll sing
Talk some politics too.
Weíll honor the dead
Those mighty and few.
And if there be one
Who speaks ill of our dead
Weíll all kick his arse
Its our pride we defend!
So, grab up yer cap,
And yer coins to go
Good luck to the missus.
Now don't you be slow.
We'll meet at the pub
Pass the black stuff around
Today is the day
Red Flannigan's in town!
Grab up yer cap,
And yer coins to go.
Good luck to the missus
Now donít you be slow.
Weíll meet at the pub
Pass the black stuff around
Today is the day
Red Flanniganís in town!
 
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