This is a collection of songs grouped by theme more than by style - my impressions of living in the deep south, still with the legacy of the Civil War.
Father Time set your clock ahead 100 years
So I can listen to Dylan and watch my t.v.
Instead of hiding from the highest limb of the highest oak tree
Father Time make me invisible tonight
and all that's left is the dew on the grass
And the lonesome firelight
New moon, fireside, wish that I was with you tonight
But a Yankee on the run never done
Got to keep out of sight
