Pastures

by Roger Hoover

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released September 30, 2016

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Over the past 15 years, songwriter/guitarist Roger Hoover has been preaching the gospel of traditional American music to a growing group of devoted fans by keeping one foot in what Greil Marcus describes as the “old, weird America” and another foot firmly planted in the now.. ... more

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Track Name: Give What You Get Back
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Give What You Get Back
Its all dirt and dust here until he thinks of you.
He’s working while the sun sets, working while its coming up too.
You get what you give back, I believe its true.
He’s watching the sun set, and he thinks of you.

The money took some getting, the sweat was worth its weight in gold.
He made a little money, he’s gonna send it home.
You give what you get back, or so we’re told.
He made a little money, he’s gonna send it home.

He walks head down the highway for to make his way back east.
The oil wells have dried up and work is moving overseas.
You give what you get back, or so we’re told.
He couldn’t hitch a ride much, the nights was long and the earth was cold.
You know the earth was cold.

Sometimes what you get back, can’t be defined.
Sometimes what you get back will be revealed in time.
It’ll be revealed in time.

He will work the mills and the hills for as long as he is able.
Work won’t get him rich but it will put some well-earned food on the table.
You give what you get back, and I hope its true.
He made a little money, he’s gonna send it home to you.
He’s going to send it home to you.
Track Name: Oh, How Times Have Changed
She said she couldn’t fit ten years into a suitcase
and left it laying empty on the floor.
The people we were in the photos we took
I don’t see them anymore.
We used to listen to records all night long.
Read our favorite lines from all the books we loved.
Now I stay up at night wondering which stars she’s looking on.
Oh, how the times have changed.
Oh, how the times have changed.
Love comes back again.

Time has torn two lovers from arms, wondering where the days had gone
the love we had, the times we shared, I can’t find them anymore.
We used to walk to the river and watch the dancing leaves fall.
Stealing kisses with her hands in her pockets by the old stone wall.
Now I stay up at night wondering which stars she’s looking on.
Oh, how the times have changed.
Oh, how the times have changed.
Love comes back again.

Tell me it’ll be alright.
Tell me it’ll be alright.
Love comes back again.

She said she couldn’t fit ten years into a suitcase
and left it laying empty on the floor.
Track Name: Dust
Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
I wake into a wilderness that is not my own.

The devil rides to town on a Model A Ford.
The devil rides to town on a Model A Ford.
On a cloud of dust and waits at your door.

Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
I have a heart full of loneliness and a mind full of desire.

The bread box hangs by the oven like an urn.
The bread box hangs by the oven like an urn.
We ain’t got nothing to eat, but we’ve got plenty to burn.

Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
Every day I wake I turn into a stone.
I wake into a wilderness that is not my own.

Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
Oh, Jesus, I’m on fire.
I have a heart full of loneliness and a mind full of desire.
Track Name: Just a Little
A man wakes up in the morning, gets into his car.
You don’t know how lonesome he feels, he feels like a fading star.
He goes to work everyday from dusk til dawn.
He wants to feel he’s a part of something much bigger and that something has gone.
Man wants to get paid, just a little.
A man needs a maid, just a little.
A man wants to change things back just a little from the way they are.
A man wants to feel alive, just a little.
A man wants to take a drive, just a little.
Sometimes a man is just a little boy at heart.

A man comes home alone from the corner bar,
Throws his clothes where he wants to and puts the change in the jar.
He’s saving up for something, for somewhere to go,
somewhere quiet, without rain or snow.
A man needs to lay low, just a little.
He wants to get high, just a little.
A man wants to be nowhere right of the middle of life’s short line.
A man wants to wish, just a little.
A man wants to fish, just a lot.
Sometimes a man is just a little boy at heart.

He wants to go back to a time to hear the voice of his mother,
when he had all his brothers, and they all had a little more time.
He wants to go back to the times when she didn’t have to leave,
when they could stay in bed all day and dream about
being a little more young at heart.

A man wakes up in the morning with an aching head.
He drank too much and feels a little dead.
So he calls into work, says he ain’t coming in
today or tomorrow or ever again.
A man needs to be wild, just a little.
He needs a loving smile, just a little.
A man wants to love, just a little, all the time.
Wants to win a woman’s love, just a little.
Chase lightning bugs around, just a little.
Sometimes a man, is just a little boy at heart.
Track Name: Always on My Mind
I was on the Morning Star and I just pulled into town.
Whenever I meet with a deck of cards I lay my money down.
I hadn’t been in Escanaba many more weeks than three
when I fell in love with a pretty little girl who fell in love with me.

Like winter thinks of spring; evening turns to dawn.
I hear the brass bells ring and I must be moving on.
You’re always on my mind.

I threw a Jack of Diamonds when I overheard her say,
“I move about the night and have never seen the day.”
She took me to the cabin. Led me by my hand.
And whispered in my ear, “I love a steamboat man
Like winter thinks of spring; evening turns to dawn.
I hear the brass bells ring and I must be moving on.
You’re always on my mind.”

She’s just as good a light was ever carried,
just as good a light was ever shown,
of all the women I could have married,
she’s just as good a woman I’ve ever known.

And now I am the captain. The Morning Star’s my own.
Pile on the coal boys we must be going home,
back to our wives and children through a raging storm.

Like winter thinks of spring; evening turns to dawn.
I hear the brass bells ring and I must be moving on.
You’re always on my mind.
Track Name: Something in My Heart
A wolf on the road and a touch of skin,
blood on the highway and whiskey on my chin.
Years of women and work and all the stories I’ve told
have been taken away, packaged up and sold.

You gave me reason to try.
You gave me reason to try.
There’s something in my heart, babe.
Something in my heart, babe.
Something in my heart, babe, I didn’t think could be found.

I’m a lucky man. Awake from a dream.
The band sings a dirge for all their suffering.

You gave me reason to try.
You gave me reason to try.
There’s something in my heart, babe.
Something in my heart, babe.
Something in my heart, babe, I didn’t think could be found.

Let there be light, let there be morn,
let there be salvation for the heartsick and forlorn.

You gave me reason to try.
You gave me reason to try.
There’s something in my heart, babe.
Something in my heart, babe.
Something in my heart, babe, I didn’t think could be found.
Track Name: St. John
Sometimes you have to be alone.
Sometimes you have to roll the stone
back to the top of the hill again
and watch it roll back down again.

But you don’t have to walk on your knees
a hundred miles, a hundred miles
alone with what you see.
St. John of happiness,
St. John of the untamed storm,
its time to come home.

Sometimes you need to close your eyes.
Ride the wind and ride the blinds.
Sometimes you need to feel the quiet wain
from deep inside the hurricane.

But you don’t have to walk on your knees
a hundred miles, a hundred miles
alone with what you see.
St. John of happiness,
St. John of the untamed storm,
its time to come home.

Sometimes you have to go it all alone.
Sometimes you have to roll away the stone.

But you don’t have to walk on your knees
a hundred miles, a hundred miles
alone with what you see.
St. John of happiness,
St. John of the untamed storm,
its time to come home.
Track Name: Devil in the End
She said she never once stopped loving me, even when I left.
She loved me like a body needs a breath,
like a star that burns bright before its death and consumes everything.
You know I kept a photograph from when you were very young
dancing through the cornfields in the sun
dancing like your life had just begun
and then got caught in the way.

No, I don’t like where this is going.
I can see into the future and the future never bends.
No, I don’t like where this is going.
I can hear the trumpets playing but there’s a devil in the end.

You could travel across the waters and take back all the tears,
take back all the money, time and pain,
take back all the trouble that became and got caught in the way.
When a man is feeling lonely with a woman all around,
the lonely in his heart won’t go away,
the lonely in his heart forever stays,
and gets caught in the way.

No, I don’t like where this is going.
I can see into the future and the future never bends.
No, I don’t like where this is going.
I can hear the trumpets playing but there’s a devil in the end.

She said she never once stopped loving me, even when I left.
She loved me like a body needs a breath,
like a star that burns bright before its death and consumes everything.
Track Name: Cool Blue Starter
When she she’s me she knows I’m somewhere in between
the man I once was and the man she knows I’m going to be.
When the days grow longer
and the nights grow darker
she’s a cool blue starter
she’s a cool blue starter

Wind scatters down the mountainside.
All the trees are quivering.
Trout scatter like glass on the river.
There’s no fire for the shivering.
When the days grow longer
and the nights grow darker
she’s a cool blue starter
she’s a cool blue starter

When she she’s me she knows I’m somewhere in between
the man I once was and the man she knows I’m going to be.
When the days grow longer
and the nights grow darker
she’s a cool blue starter
she’s a cool blue starter
Track Name: Pastures
I want to go where nobody knows our names.
I want to go where nobody knows our names.
Where the wolves wild and we can do the same.

I want to live in a cabin far from town.
I want to live in a cabin far from town.
Where the pasture is a plenty and stars go falling down.

I want to know hard work and feel my hands a trembling.
I want to know hard work and feel my hands a trembling,
at the end of a long day with you a holding them.

I want to know how a night of silence sounds.
I want to know what a night of silence sounds.
Without roaring engines and guns firing around.

When I go, I want to go back into the ground.
When I go, I want to go back into the ground,
where creeks sing and oak trees grow and moss gathers all around.
Track Name: Life We Create
I come home from work, you’re washing pots and pans.
I’m washing a full day’s grease off my aching hands.
You turn to me, put your hands on my skin,
after all these years, I still feel like giving in.
Soup is stewing in an old pot, passed down my family chain.
Wherever they are in this world, they’re singing loud and plain.
Can we make all of our lives all of a piece or is it getting late?
How will our children live in the life we create?

You know that place by the river? By the standing stone?
By the old elm tree that we call our own?
Whenever I go there, and I see the full moon wane,
I stop to think about us and the life we create.

How long do we go on after we’re dead and gone?
Will anybody remember us? Will they still be singing songs?
Can we make all our lives all of a piece or is it getting late?
How will our children live in the life we create?

I’m sitting on the back porch sipping dandelion wine.
I’m listening to Leadbelly and his shine, shine, shine.
You say, “Honey, won’t you come in? The hour’s getting late.
We have to wake up with the sunrise to the life we create.”
Can we make all our lives all of a piece or is it getting late?
How will our children live in the life we create?