SCENIC IDAHO Words and music by Britt Arnesen Scenic Idaho, your lightning come and shook me Thirsty grass in flames, the drought fed the spark They said that nothing could fight the wildfire between us It burned so hot all summer long I’ve had some time to do my thinking Too many nights when I’m the smoke under your stars I never thought you’d hold me there and keep me But here we are back in the same old spot And I just can’t stay mad at you for long For every ounce of trouble you’ve got a pound of charm I’m throwing up my hands, Babe, I’m sorry oh I’m wrong Now please don’t stay mad at me so long Maybe I’ll have better luck in Bozeman Or Butte, America (man my hope is a mile high) I see Our Lady of the Rockies from the Freeway And wave goodbye across the Great Divide I just can’t stay mad at you for long For every ounce of trouble you’ve got a pound of charm I’m throwing up my hands, Babe, I’m sorry oh I’m wrong Now please don’t stay mad at me so long Sometimes your best laid plans they turn out oh so wrong Let's don't stay mad so long

CHIMNEY CREEK ANGEL words and music by Britt Arnesen Out on Chimney Creek Road I was saved by an angel with a pickup truck From ten miles on the ridge top She saw me out hitching and hard on my luck Drove down all the way just to give me break From the searing summer heat It's 100 in the shade and there is no shade You sure are an angel to me Hop on back with the saddles And help me look for the cattle with your young eyes Mine used to be better But years of the weather have worn them dry The hot blowing sand And time's cruel demands Have taken their toll on me With each dusty day I get closer to failing Help me see what I no longer see It's a long way up With those burdens weighing you down Just listen for the sound of angels In these very mountains I've seen generations of people and dogs 81 years I've been living right here My last mule is gone Our family has roamed on this ranch we've called home For 156 years That there cemetery is where they're all buried Their angels are my company And it's a long way up With those burdens weighing you down Just listen for the sound of angels Out on Chimney Creek Road when I needed an angel You found me there You say I can't take your picture because you're not pretty I beg to differ You say your beauty has faded I say youth's over-rated You look like an angel to me You look like an angel You are an angel You sure are an angel to me You look like an angel You sure are an angel to me

SAY GOODBYE TO MY GOOD NAME Words and music by Britt Arnesen It's so hard to make a stand When I'm on the losing end Of goodbye Took a stroll on down the branch To the place we first held hands And said goodbye to my good name Heard a tale about myself Crazy nonsense people sell Crazy games they play Blowing smoke right in my face Just to put me in my place And say goodbye to my good name I'm the rose you're the wine We sing in syncopated time A winging prayer Rough our road Weak our vine We take a wreckin (reckon) every time And say goodbye to my good name Go on and break what you cannot mend In another life we could have been Friends I ain't wed to my mistakes Every day's a chance to change Or say goodbye to my good name

WOOD RIVER MOON Words and music by Britt Arnesen Oh melody maker I've come for a favor Please do what you're able There's a good man I know who needs saving Wood River Moon Please send him this song with my love He's burdened with sadness Feeling blue and abandoned Lost the one thing that matters Then the world around him shattered Wood River Moon Please send him this song with my love On the wind through the maples Or the call of a raven Strong and sustaining Like the music we could (should) be making Wood River Moon Please send him this song with my love Make it warm and inviting Like the spark I see inside him Make the magic exciting When these arms come hold him tightly Wood River Moon Please send him this song with my love

ROSEWOOD CASKET There's a little rosewood casket Lying on a marble stand And a packet of old love letters Written by my true love's hand Bring them to me little sister Read them o'er for me tonight I have often tried but I could not For the tears that filled my eyes Now when I'm dead and in my casket And the shroud's around me bound And my narrow grave is ready In some lonely churchyard ground Last Sunday I say him walking With a lady by his side And I thought I heard him tell her She would never be his bride Take these letters and his locket Place them gentle o'er my heart But this golden ring that he gave me From my fingers never part When I'm dead and in my casket And I gently fall asleep Fall asleep to wake in heaven Little sister do not weep

CALAMITY JANE Words and music by Britt Arnesen Drowning in my wishful thinking This ball and chain my last mistake I've been sinking down to the bed I made me Swallowed the only key to save me Lost my Will in a game of cards He called my bluff had to show my hearts Got no magic sleeve where to hide my aces I shot the moon and luck betrayed me But you won't hear me cry tonight Down below I'm out of your sight Fair weather friends on the trail we ride Can't buy your love can't afford your time Bury me in the Deadwood pines By Black Hills gold and my true love's side Now he's dead and gone like my tallest tales And no one believes that he was my baby Locked up to this leaden weight Empty bottle to seal my fate Calamity Jane, I'm the queen of spades and For my last words I sing your praises

GET ALONG HOME CINDY CINDY Traditional You oughta see my Cindy She lives a way down South She's so sweet the honey bees Swarm around her mouth Cindy in the summer Cindy in the fall If I can't have my Cindy gal I'll have no gal at all Get along home, Cindy Cindy Get along home Get along home, Cindy Cindy I'll marry you someday I wish I had a nickel I wish I had a dime I'd give it to my Cindy gal To love me all the time Now Cindy's got religion She had it once before But when she hears the banjo play She's the first one on the floor When Cindy got religion She twirled around and round She got so full of glory She knocked the preacher down She's going down to Richmond You wanna know what for? She's going down to Richmond To put an end to war I wish I was an apple Hanging on a tree Then every time my Cindy'd pass She'd take a bit of me I wish I had a needle As fine as I could sew I'd sew that gal to my coat tails And down the road we'll go

HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE Traditional Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears Hard times come again no more Tis the song, the sigh of the weary Hard times hard times come again no more Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door Oh hard times come again no more While we seek mirth and beauty in music live and gay There are frail forms fainting at the door Though their voices are silent their pleading looks will say Oh hard times come again no more There's a fair lovely maiden who toils her life away With a worn heart whose better days are o'er Though her voice it should be merry it is silent all the day Oh hard times come again no more