June 2007

• Written by Adrienne Young and Mark D. Sanders
• AddieBelle Music/BMI / Zomba/Blue Clear Songs/ASCAP
• Talent:
  • Adrienne Young - vocals
  • Glen Duncan - fiddle
  • Allison Prestwood - bass
  • Dan Dugmore - banjo
  • Steve Sheehan - guitar
  • Mark Sanders - guitar
  • Tim Lauer -guitar
  • Paul Scholten - drums

Pretty boy, my faithless fallen angel
Took me completely in his arms
In his eyes, I saw Eden’s garden
But the serpent lay hidden in his charms
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there

He said, Climb, Little Sadie, higher
Spread them downy wings and fly
You will find your crown of gilded glory next to mine
Climb, Little Sadie, climb

Icy winds up on Lookout Mountain
Chilled two bodies to the bone
But for that man, I did gladly lay down my back
Upon a bed of stone
Well I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there

Something’s wrong, I heard my voices whisper
I heard ‘em whisper something’s wrong
A single shot, he said, “Fare thee well, Sadie”
The ground was cold, my breath was gone
Well, I used to love to sing with the sunlight in my hair
Till that fateful day when I followed him there

• Adrienne Young and Will Kimbrough
• AddieBelle Music/BMI / Will Kimbrough Music/BMI
• Talent:
  • Adrienne Young - vocals, guitar
  • Will Kimbrough - vocals, guitar, French harp

Wake up in the morning in the moonlight grey
We got dirt to break, we got a note to pay
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Wake up in the morning and plow to the end of the row

Down to the kitchen with my feet still bare
Children to the table, papa say a prayer
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Down to the kitchen, got to plow to the end of the row

Sun just broke out over the trees
I got a aching in my back and a tremblin’ in my knees
If the mule won’t pull then the plow won’t go
If the seed don’t set, crop won’t grow

Chickens to the market, seven miles to town
Gotta make it home ‘fore the sun goes down
Big storm coming, I can see it in the sky
Hope it don’t hit ‘fore the clothes get dry

I got rocks in my shoes, dirt in my eyes
Working like a dog till the day I die
You got to plow, plow to the end of the row
I got rocks in my shoes when I plow to the end of the row

My baby’s waitin’ for me at the end of the day
She likes to ball the jack in the sweetest way
Gotta plow, plow to the end of the row
My baby’s waitin’ for me so I plow to the end of the row

Wake up in the mornin’ in in the moonlight grey
We got dirt to break , we got a note to pay
Gonna plow, plow to the end of the row
Wake up in the mornin’ and plow to the end of the row

• Written by Adrienne Young & Will Kimbrough
• AddieBelle Music/BMI / Will Kimbrough Music/BMI
• Talent:
  • Adrienne Young - vocals, guitar, Wurlitzer
  • Will Kimbrough - vocals, banjo, resonator guitar
  • Paul Griffith - drums
  • Dave Jacques - acoustic bass
  • Todd Schneider - French harp

It’s a home remedy when you put your arms around me
I know the working day is through
You’re the right recipe, never failing to astound me
Time proven, tried and true

Passion flowers, love in bloom
Solar power lighting up the room
You’re a soulful feeling, and my natural high
A touch of healing in the night, feels so right

You brought your laughter, I gave my trust
You showed me patience and a healthy dose of lust
Can’t advertise it, can’t box it up
But I have tried it, and I’ll never get enough of the
Things we say without a sound
The way you turn my world around

It’s a home remedy when you put your arms around me
This old world is shining new
Such a sweet mystery, never failing to astound me
Time proven, tried and true

Like a home remedy, oh baby, put your arms around me
Sweet mystery, time proven tried and true
Like a home remedy, you’re my home remedy
Tried and true, like a home remedy

• Traditional
• Talent:
  • Adrienne Young - vocals
  • Will Kimbrough - slide resonator
  • Ketcham Secor - banjo, vocals

Satan, yer kingdom must come down
Satan, yer kingdom must come down
I heard the voice of Jesus say
Satan, yer kingdom must come down

Shout till I tear your kingdom down
Shout till I tear your kingdom down
I heard the voice of Jesus say
Shout till I tear your kingdom down

• Written by Adrienne Young
• AddieBelle Music/BMI
• Talent:
  • Adrienne Young - vocals, guitar
  • Will Kimbrough - banjo, vocals, guitar
  • Billy Myers - bass
  • Brad Pemberton - drums

I am a white girl, but what was I before?
An Onandaga opening the door?
Coulda been a pilgrim hungry for to pray
Or a roaming buffalo soon to fade away

Was I a little boy hiding underground?
An angry soldier sent to shoot John Brown?
Might have been red clay staining tired feet
Of a broken army suffering retreat

Let me grow from these clothes
That cling so tightly to my soul
How can I justify the narrow vantage of these eyes
Such a good disguise, I cannot justify

A hooded demon, did I wear bloody boots?
Did I fall like thunder torn from ancient roots?
Black wing vulture peckin’ heartbroke bones?
Or was I an orphan born to die alone?

I am a white girl, but what was I before?

• Written by Adam Agee and Jordan Messer
• Wordspring Musi, LLC (ASCAP)

I’m pretty good at this and not so great
At what I’ve tried my best to be the best
At what I’m trying at it’s never good
Enough to give me all I need
I know the here and now can’t match
What’s waiting there for me

All that I know for sure is that there’s
So much more than what I’m living for
There’s so much more if I could step
Outside this ordinary life
Find what I’m living for
There’s so much more

thought I had it all until
I watched me fall
Now I’m left wishing I could find
Out what’s missing
I need a love that lasts
Regardless of my past
A chance I’ll take on you
A hope of finding something good