I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 
        No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 
        Well, I wake in the morning, 
        Fold my hands and pray for rain. 
        I got a head full of ideas 
        That are drivin' me insane. 
        It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor. 
        I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 

        I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. 
        No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. 
        Well, he hands you a nickel, 
        He hands you a dime, 
        He asks you with a grin 
        If you're havin' a good time, 
        Then he fines you every time you slam the door. 
        I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. 

        I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. 
        No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. 
        Well, he puts his cigar 
        Out in your face just for kicks. 
        His bedroom window 
        It is made out of bricks. 
        The National Guard stands around his door. 
        An, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. 

        I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. 
        No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. 
        Well, she talks to all the servants 
        About man and God and law. 
        Everybody says 
        She's the brains behind pa. 
        She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four. 
        I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. 

        I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 
        No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 
        Well, I try my best 
        To be just like I am, 
        But everybody wants you 
        To be just like them. 
        They sing while you slave and I just get bored. 
        I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. 
 

 The Maker   [Daniel Lanois] 

        Oh Oh Deep Water 
        Black and Cold Like the night 
        I stand with Arms Wide Open 
        I've run a twisted mind (?) 
        I'm a stranger in the Eyes of the Maker 

        I could not see, For the Fog in my Eyes 
        I could not feel, For the Fear in my Life 
        From acroos the greate divide 
        In the distance I saw a light 
        John Baptist walkin to me  with the maker 

        My body is bent and broken 
        By Love and dangerously (?) 
        I can't work the fields of Abraham 
        And turn my head away 
        I'm not a stranger in the Hands of the Maker 

        Brother John, Have you seen the Homeless daughter 
        Standing there, with broken wings 
        I have seen flaming souls, There over East of Eden 
        Burning in the eyes of the Maker 
        Burning in the Eyes of the Maker 
        Burning in the Eyes of the Maker 

        Oh River Rise from your sleep 
 

 Mama Tried  [Merle Haggard] 

        The first I remember knowin' was that lonesome whistle blowin' 
        And a youngin's dream of growin' up to ride. 
        On a freight train leavin' town, not knowin' where I was bound 
        No one could steer me right, but mama tried. 

        Was the only rebel child from a family meek and mild 
        Mama seemed to know what lay in store 
        In spite of all my Sunday learnin' 
        For the bad I kept on turnin' 
        And mama couldn't hold me anymore. 

        And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole 
        No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried 
        Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied 
        That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. 

        [Jam] 

        Dear old daddy rest his soul, left my mom a heavy load 
        She tried so very hard to fill his shoes 
        Workin' hours without rest, wanted me to have the best 
        Oh she tried to raise me right, but I refused. 

        And I turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole 
        No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried 
        Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' I denied 
        That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. 
        That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried. 
 

 Man Smart, Women Smarter   [Jack Segal and Harry Belafonte] 
 
        Let us put men and women together, 
        see which one is smarter, 
        Some say men, but I say no, 
        women got the men like a puppet show. 
 
        It ain't me it's the people that say, 
        men are leading women astray, 
        I say, it's the women today, 
        smarter than the men in every way, 
        That's right the women are smarter, 
        the women are smarted that's right. 
 
        Little boy sitting in the corner and cry, 
        big man come and ask him why, 
        He said "I can't do what the big boys do", 
        the man sat down and he cried too. 
 
        It ain't me it's the people that say, 
        men are leading women astray, 
        I say, it's the women today, 
        smarter than the men in every way. 
        That's right the women are smarter, 
        the women are smarted that's right 
 
        Ever since the world began 
        women been imitating the ways of men, 
        But listen cause I've got a plan, 
        give it up just don't try to understand. 
 
        It ain't me it's the people that say, 
        men are leading women astray, 
        I say, it's the women today, 
        smarter than the men in every way. 
        That's right the women are smarter, 
        the women are smarter that's right. 
 

 Mason's Children  [Garcia/Hunter] 

        Mason died on Monday, we bricked him in the wall 
        All his children grew and grew, 
        They ain't never grown so tall before 
        They may never grow so tall again 

        We dug him up on Tuesday, he hardly aged a day 
        Taught us all we ever knew, 
        We ain't never known so much before 
        We may never know so much again 

        The wall collapsed on Wednesday, we chalked it up to fate 
        Mason's children ran and flew, 
        They ain't never run so fast before 
        Swore they'd never show their face again 

        Mason was a mighty man, a mighty man was he 
        Always said when I'm dead I'm gone, don't you weep for me 

        Thursday came then Friday, with buyers tall and bright 
        Mason's children cooked the stew 
        And cleaned up when the feast was through 

        Take me to the repo-man to pay back what is owed 
        If he's in some other land write it off as stole 
 

 Maybe You Know  [Mydland] 

        Have you ever wanted something, wanted it so fuckin' bad. 
        That you'd lie, that you'd cheat, 
        That you'd fight in the street. 
        A chance to lose what little you had. 

        Maybe you know I'll be there, maybe you know I'll be there 
        Maybe you know I'll be there, compared to you, 
        I don't seem so mean. 

        I've been hearin' for a long time. 
        I've been hearin' about some loser band. 
        Ain't gettin' younger, but I ain't goin' under. 
        I was promised to rock & roll, this is sad. 

        Time is only wasted, talkin' that will take your life 
        When it all comes down, we're a couple of bums. 
        I know I'll get more tonite. 

        Now you don't owe me nothin', don't take it so personally. 
        There's only one way to make it today 
        And I'm doing all I can for me. 
 

 Me and Bobby McGee  [K.Kristofferson] 
 

        Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train, 
        Feeling nearly faded as my jeans, 

        Bobby flagged a diesel down, just before it rained, 
        Took us all the way to New Orleans. 

        I took my harp on out of my dirty red bandanna, 
        I was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues, 

        With them windshield wipers slappin' time, 
        Bobby clappin' hands, we sang every song that driver knew. 

        [Chorus] 
        Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do. 
        Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. 
        Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. 
        Feelin' good was good enough for me, 
        Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. 

        [Jam - 1st & 2nd verse] 

        From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun, 
        Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, 
        Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I done, 
        Bobby's body kept me from the cold. 

        Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away, 
        Lookin' for that home, I hope she finds, 
        And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday 
        Holding Bobby's body close to mine. 

        [Chorus] 
        Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. 
        Nothin' was all she left for me. 
        Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. 
        Feelin' good was good enough for me, 
        Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. 

        [Jam - 1st verse] 

        [Chorus] 
        Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to do. 
        Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free. 
        Feelin' good was easy Lord, when Bobby sang the blues. 
        Feelin' good was good enough for me, 
        Good enough for me and Bobby McGee. 
 

 Me and My Uncle  [J.Phillips] 

 
        Me and my uncle went ridin' down, South Colorado, 
                                                              West Texas bound. 
        We stopped over in Santa Fe, 
        That bein' the point just about half way, 
        And you know it was the hottest part of the day. 

        I took the horses up to the stall, 
        Went to the barroom, ordered drinks for all. 
        Three days in the saddle, you know my body hurt, 
        It bein' summer, I took off my shirt, 
        And I tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt. 

        West Texas cowboys, they's all around, 
        With liquor and money, they loaded down. 
        So soon after payday, know it seemed a shame; 
        You know my uncle, he starts a friendly game, 
        High-low jack and the winner take the hand. 

        [Jam] 

        My uncle starts winnin'; cowboys got sore. 
        One of them called him, and then two more, 
        Accused him of cheatin'; Oh no, it couldn't be. 
        I know my uncle, he's as honest as me, 
        And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be. 

        One of them cowboys, he starts to draw, 
        And I shot him down, Lord, he never saw. 
        Shot me another, oh damn he won't grow old. 
        In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold, 
        And we high-tailed it down to Mexico. 

        I love those cowboys, I love their gold, 
        I loved my uncle, God rest his soul, 
        Taught me good, Lord, Taught me all I know 
        Taught me so well, I grabbed that gold 
        And I left his dead ass there by the side of the road. 
 
 

 Mercy of a Fool  [?] 

        She reclines, closing her eyes the silhouette 
        Is bound to Writhe 
        Light birds and fireflies settle around her 
        Days grow, long strange feeling, 
        Waterfalls shine this time of year 
        Our lives go down the stream, 
        Shooting the rapids bright as gold 
        The arms you gave me bright as the eye of the hurricane 
        We're all just the sage going. 
        Every moment is perfect, no sin is a jewel 
        If man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool 
        Watching seasons go as sunshine turns blue and blue so close 

        The great ghost feeling the music is 
        Every beat knows its part, keep its spirit in a circle 
        The moment is perfect, the eye's a jewel 
        If man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool 
 

 Mexicali Blues  [Weir/Barlow] 

 
        Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand, 
        Watchin' flies and children on the street, 
        And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls 
        Who giggle when I smile, 
        There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet. 

        And it's three days ride from Bakersfield 
        And I don't know why I came. 
        I guess I came to keep from payin' dues. 
        So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen, 
        And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues. Yeah. 

        [Chorus] 
        Is there anything a man don't stand to lose, 
        When the devil wants to take it all away? 
        Cherish well your thoughts, 
        And keep a tight grip on your booze, 
        Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today. 

        [Intro] 

        She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town. 
        I didn't know a stage line ran from Hell. 
        She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold, 
        All the french perfume you'd care to smell. 

        She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear, 
        "Go on, my friend, do anything you choose." 
        Now I'm payin' for those happy hours 
        I spent there in her arms, 
        With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues. 

        [Chorus] 
        [Intro - repeat & jam] 

        And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law. 
        Billy Jean was waitin' when he came. 
        She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun, 
        I'd have no one but myself to blame. 

        I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind. 
        I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news 
        'Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw 
        And now I spent my lifetime running with the Mexicali Blues. 

        Is there anything a man don't stand to lose 
        When he lets a woman hold him in her hands? 
        He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark 
        Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands.