Written by by Danny Dill and Marijohn Wilkin

The Long Black Veil

Track 2 from my forth coming album After The Flood releasing 11/24/21.

VERSE 1
I take the train to the city in the mornin’
All the men in their suits are swarmin’
Busy little bees, busy little bees
I don't know but I believe
I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time
Living the dream but it ain't mine
Go and fetch the stick, go and fetch the stick
Howling at the moon cause this collar don't fit

CHORUS
This job ain't me and I ain't my job
Every hour spent is an hour robbed
I'm 50 years old but when I grow up
I'd trade it all for love, trade it all for love.

VERSE 2
I spend my days chasing after dollars
On the phone racking up the hours
Ticking of the clock, Ticking of the clock
Time to buy or sell the stock
I'm just another cog in the corporate wheel
Rootin’ around for another deal
Piggies at the trough, piggies at the trough
Grime and mud will never wash off

CHORUS
This job ain't me and I ain't my job
Every hour spent is an hour robbed
I'm 50 years old but when I grow up
I'd trade it all for love, trade it all for love.

BRIDGE
There's a secret song playing in my heart
It's a song of dreams it's a song of art
Someday soon I will leave this place
Say goodbye to the man say goodbye rat-race

CHORUS
This job ain't me and I ain't my job
Every hour spent is an hour robbed
I'm 50 years old but when I grow up
I'd trade it all for love, trade it all for love.

After The Flood

Trade It All For Love

This song is dedicated to the families and loved ones of the 9 brave souls who lost their lives and to the open hearted congregation who welcomed in a misguided, troubled and hate-filled young man. 

Please download and share this song far and wide. If you are moved to do so, and I hope you are, please consider contributing what you can. 

All proceeds collected here will be donated to the Lowcountry Ministries – Reverend Pinckney Fund an Initiative of the Palmetto Project and the City of Charleston.
lyrics
I Still Believe in the Dream 
Chris LaVancher 2015 

V1 
He wants his country back 
It was never his 
Wasn’t built on hate 
It’s not what makes us great 

He can terrorize 
Spread his racist lies 
But in the end 
Love will rise again 

Chorus 
I still believe in the dream 
Can you hear us Martin singing, 
“We have a dream” 
I still believe in the dream 
Stand up with me brother 

V2 
He wants his country back 
I could say the same 
But it don’t work like that 
It’s not for one to claim 

He has spilled our blood 
We won’t stand alone 
As a new day dawns 
As we link our arms 

Chorus 
I still believe in the dream 
Can you hear us Martin singing, 
“We have a dream” 
I still believe in the dream 
Stand up with me brother 

Bridge 
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain Georgia 
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain Tennessee 
Let freedom ring from every hill in Mississippi 
Let freedom ring from South Carolina 

V3 
You want your country back 
Then join your hand in mine 
We will find our way 
Through the darkest times 

I may be naive 
My heart on my sleeve 
It’s a dream for sure 
But we must demand more 

Chorus 
I still believe in the dream 
Can you hear us Martin singing, 
“We have a dream” 
I still believe in the dream 
Stand up with me brother
credits
released 03 July 2015 
Written and Performed by Chris LaVancher 

Produced and Engineered by Doug Kwartler at Hollow Body Studios 

Special thanks to Vance Gilbert!

Chris LaVancher - I Still Believe In The Dream

I'll Be By Your Side

Pickup Baseball
by Chris LaVancher

Produced by Doug Kwartler @ Hollow Body Studios

Guitar and Vocal - Chris LaVancher
Archtop Guitar, Piano, Bass, Percussion, Vocal - Doug Kwartler

Pickup Baseball

It’s a Long Road Home

I been chasing yellow lines
Of small blue highways
In a rusted-out Fleetwood '69
I tossed out my cigarette
Held on to my regrets
When I crossed the Mason-Dixon Line

The road
Back
Home is long
Driving from dusk until dawn
I know you
Never could
Love me again
It's a long road home

My hands on the steering wheel
Glow green from the dashboard
The needle on the gas gauge leans empty
Pull in to the Circle K
Find a pump that's as far away
From a family in some kind of frenzy

The smell
Of gasoline
Is strong
I can't see my right from my wrong
I know you
Never could
Love me again
It's a long road home

I find myself contemplating
Roller grill hotdogs
Spinning round in a greasy line
But I opt for the plastic wrapped
Sandwiches and mustard packs
With a bottle of convenience store wine

I pop
The trunk
With my pistol drawn
Hand you the bag
close the trunk and move on
I know you
Never could
Love me again
It's a long road home

Chris LaVancher

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