Slurf Song - Michael Hurley O a little wishbone I make a wish for a potato Pickin out the fishbones in my perch on lake Champlain O them perch o them bones cookie up tortillas so much fun when you've got a bowl of beans so much…

Michael Hurley Birds sing songs that Wake the dreamers From their sorrowful soirée Cryin', bye bye, sweet fried chicken And the platter Glides away In the moonlight In the moonlight We don't hear, but Water running Down the stream…

Baby Willow Somewhere, something has turned a wing and left a branch dancing grey days, grassways there's a stowaway seed in the cuff of my jeans baby willow it's the only place you'll ever know blue vein in my head gets the blood…

Water Where do you go O water Where do you go Said I'm going down Gulf of Mexico Bluebird Where have you been O bluebird Where have you been I went all the way to Texas And back again Winter Has come and gone O winter Has come…

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day on the birds and the bees and the cigarette…

Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

Half and apple half a moon Half a dozen coyotes and a howling loon Pick a card any card It's all magic don't think too hard Don't think too hard Don't thing too hard about it Where on earth do you find the time To be anything less…

I wish I was the moon in the sky O I wish I was the moon in the sky If I's the moon in the sky I'd be floating in your eye Wish I was the moon in the sky I wish I was the song on your lips O I wish I was the song on your lips If I's…

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day on the birds and the bees and the cigarette…

I ride an old paint I lead an old dam I'm going to Montana To throw a houlihan They feed in the coolies They water in the draw Their tails are all matted Their backs are all raw Ride around Ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy…