Sam Baardman

Lyrics

LILY & JOE - by Sam Baardman

Lily’s drinking whiskey in the Union Hall with Joe
And I’ve been drinking with them about seven months or so
Don’t know why I came here, I’m laying up or laying low
Way-o way-o sing way-low, it’s time to find my way back home

Lily used to farm here, she was dust and empty fields,
And Joe was rusted old machinery and a banker’s dirty deal
I am just a notebook where nothing is revealed
Way-o way-o sing way-low, it’s time to find my way back home

And the satellites are flying even way out here
Trying to be like stars in the ether
Maybe I’m just faking it, maybe I’m just scared
That the holes that I’m digging just get deeper

Meanwhile I’m standing on Fourth Street & Main
And the headlights in the distance get lost in the moraines
Lily says the dust storms, they’ll be coming through again
Way-o way-o sing way-low, it’s time to find my way back home

And the satellites are flying even way out here
Trying to be like stars in the ether
Maybe I’m just faking it, maybe I’m just scared
That the holes that I’m digging just get deeper

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK

Well maybe in the morning I’ll make my way to Joe’s
And I’ll help him with the harvest of his tidy little rows
And we’ll take it in to Lily, she’ll have coffee on the go
Way-o way-o sing way-low, and we’ll try to find our way back home
We’ll try to find our way back home