From Echo of McCallum

Backup Band: Hickory Project
Anthony Hannigan - mandolin
David Cavage - banjo
Steve Belcher - bass

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Mule Dixon: Missy Janey

David Vaughan - Piano, Percussion
Spanish Fountain

Summer-green fading
Along the highway,
Gray skies line my window
Young freedom changing,
I lost my vision
When the cold air bit my skin,
But the strong arm never shivers,
And your heart of fire shows mercy,
“You’re bound for glory,”
I hear you whisper,
Spanish fountain,
My feet are burning.

Haven’t seen it all,
But I’ve lived enough to know,
When to sink my teeth in deep,
Taste the pleasure from this pain,
Rather crawl for miles,
Through down pity at a stranger,
Than stay here in this boarding town,
Foreign to my love,
“You’re bound for glory,”
I hear you whisper,
Spanish Fountain,
My lips are burning.

I have bathed in gold,
Hands held high in beauty,
When you granted my soul singing,
And that is how I’ll die,
And if it means I walk alone,
Trading passion into dust,
Then my dust will rise to bones,
My bones will rise to flesh,
My flesh will turn to heaven,
Where your heart of fire shows mercy,
“You’re bound for glory,”
I hear you whisper,
As your fingers sooth my toes
In your Spanish Fountain. 

Rise!


Mule Dixon: Spanish Fountain

Recorded at Whitneyville Recording

Bass, Percussion - Mike Brown
Trumpet: Tim Hanson

Mule Dixon: Booksmart Billy

From the album Tramp Art-Americana

Bob Rubin - mandolin
David Vaughan - percussion

Recorded at Whitneyville Recording

She used to be a number
When she was a little younger
But now she's got the face of a mule

And those suitcases under her eyes
They're not packed with compromise
She always wins the fight of the week

She's the one I adore
She puts the sting right into this bee
She's the one I adore
She puts the quake down deep in my earth

She's my bee-sting baby
She's my earthquake-mama

She's in my flesh
She's in my bones
Until I grow old

She sits by the window
In her polyester purple robe
With a bottle of T-Bird in her hand

Singing back-up harmonies
To The Best of the Tex and the Pekingese  
Always to the break of dawn

She's the one I adore
She puts the punch right into this drunk
She's the one I adore
She puts the croon right into this cat

She's my punch-drunk baby
She's my cruel-kitty crooner

She's in my flesh
She's in my bones
Until I grow old

With a gaze, she can turn a warm and sunny day 
Into a damp and cold December gray
Then turn around and make it your fault

When her blood gate boils
Only a fool would try to reconcile
your only wish  - to be lost a sea.

She's the one I adore
She puts the sick right into the sea
She's the one I adore
She puts the ___ right into the ___.

She's my sea-sick Sally
She's my earthquake-mama
Shes in my flesh
Shes in my bones 
Until I grow old.

Mule Dixon

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