Live at The Royal Room

by Nancy K Dillon

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Last Town On The Line ©Nancy K. Dillon 2009 Daddy's granddaddy was a trainman Missouri-Pacific was his line Asa started working for the union To make a better life, make a better life, Make a better life for the time. 'Cause life was hard for a trainman Eighteen hours, a penny in your pocket Back-breaking, hard-driving work, work, work Moving that corn, moving that coal, Gotta find a dollar, gonna patch this hole, uh-huh. CHO: Now here I am living in the last town Last town on the line Nobody's going any further It's a quiet place here, Population One In the last town, the last town on the line. How many hours in that train car? How many miles did he ride? How many nights in how many towns? Supper by himself, missing his family and Sweet Catherine by his side. But there was something important he believed in Something essential was at stake What would Asa think if he could see it all now? Look at what a mess, could have done better, Lord, what a mess we can make. Bridge: Did he happen onto Woody in a box car? Did they talk about life and have a smoke? Did Woody sing a couple songs before he traveled on? My daddy's granddaddy might've fed him for a smile and a joke.
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Rustler’s Moon ©Nancy K. Dillon 2012 Sun on my bed Fire in the distance Smoke on the hills Blood moon’s on the rise Flags at half-mast Nobody’s listening Lawmen are crooked Everybody lies It’s a Rustler’s Moon In a ten-cent town A Rustler’s Moon Keep your eyes cast down Better watch your back As the night birds call Gambler steals your money And leaves you with nothing at all Cattle on the move Morning is breaking Red light spreads like a soiled dove’s fan Longhorn lightning More souls are taken In this endless dive through the devil’s land Hear the sound of hooves Crush the buffalo bones A nightherd croons a song of home Soon the towns will come and the fences too But for now it’s all lies Underneath the Rustler’s Moon Workin’ on the Railway Workin’ on the Red Workin’ on the Railway Workin’ on the bed Workin’ on the Railway Workin’ all alone Workin’ on the Railway Never goin’ home ‘cause I ain’t dead – no, I ain’t dead I ain’t dead – Yet anyway Yet anyway – Yet anyway Huh ! Who can you trust ? All the politicians Only tell you what they must As the treaties ink dries Two-toned two-timing Silver-tongued devils Snicker in their sleep As the buffalo die And the train wheels roll ‘Neath a Rustler’s Moon Her tear drops roll She’ll see San Francisco soon In her widow’s weeds and her finery A Rustler’s Moon Left her with nothing to seek Workin’ on the Railway Workin’ on the Red Workin’ on the Railway Workin’ on the bed Workin’ on the Railway Linin’ in the track Workin’ on the Railway Never comin’ back cause I ain’t dead – I ain’t dead No I ain’t dead – yet anyway Huh !
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Louisville 1910 © Nancy K. Dillon 2014 1) It was 1910 - the 10 Days War Colorado winter blowin’ in their door Silver bullets – red blood – white snow She lost her man before the winter snows…..were o’er 2) He was born without a compass or a need to be saved Within the sound of Freedom’s name Running on empty all the way to the grave Listening to the whistle of the train CHO: And the church bells rang as we walked those hills Among the stones - the angels fallen to the ground It’s a long long way to Louisville It’s there my Father can be found 3) Fighting for the right to choose how to believe The guns ring out – the people bleed No King shall rule – no Queen conceive Until there’s no more children we can’t feed CHO: And the church bells rang as we walked those hills Among the stones and angels fallen to the ground A cold cold wind blows in Louisville It’s there my Father can be found. 3) In the Colorado Coal Fields, the men left the mines They came above to strike - to fight Hundreds of them slaughtered by the CF&I Just for tryin’ to make conditions right CHO: And the church bells rang as we walked those hills Among the stones - the angels fallen to the ground The train’s last stop’s in Louisville….. It’s there my Father can be found. [Father’s Day 2014]
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Annabelle 05:02
ANNABELLE ©Nancy K. Dillon / John Hadley Annabelle brings the water from the well The cool clear water from the well She hangs the clothes up on the line And breaks a white rose off the vine What’s running through your mind, Annabelle? Annabelle puts the rose in her hair The snow white rose in her long brown hair She sets the bucket by the door And walks her shadow across the floor It’s your shadow nothing more, Annabelle. CHO: It’s not the black crows rising in the blue sky Thousands of them blocking out the sun It’s not blood that has dried from a lover you denied Or the unblinking eye of a gun It’s not the Father or the Mother and it cannot be The bottomless entrance to hell It’s only your shadow that you see No less and no more, Annabelle. The cold wind and the wolf howl in the woods The moon is floating face-down in the well Frozen clothes on the line Frozen roses on the vine What’s running through your mind, Annabelle? She walks out in the midnight white robe flowing And stares up to the sky from far below She can hear the grey wolf calling She’ll close her eyes and slowly falling Annabelle makes her angel in the snow In the glistening cathedral where only saints may go Annabelle makes her angel in the snow
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All The Pretty America © Nancy K. Dillon 2009 All the pretty America lies in ashes at my feet All the pretty America Has up and gone to sleep When will she wake? Who knows the score? How long does it take to learn that less Might just be more? All the pretty America has packed her bags and fled She’s off to join the carnival In England or France someone said On wings of desire She flies through the night An artiste trapeze on the breeze she swings Balanced just right All the pretty America dreams of you tonight Please send her your brightest angels To help her set things right As she shapes a new dawn The night falls away Send all your bright hopes for the child Of a tender new day All the pretty America needs our prayers today For strength of heart and wonder And a lamp to light her way Then a healing shall come Her bandages fall Tender scars fade to the shade of a ghost In spite of it all All the pretty America lies in ashes at my feet All the pretty America Has up and gone to sleep When will she wake?
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O Susanna 05:18
O Susanna ©Nancy K. Dillon 2004 O Susanna, night is coming on. Take your heart and keep it safe until the dawn. There I go again - wanting the best for you. There you go again - saying that we’re through. O Susanna, stars light one by one. This old world keeps spinning ‘round the setting sun. There you go again - flying all apart. There I go again - the horse before the cart. Your wings are singed and sunburnt While I sit like a stone. My stillness makes you crazy. You make me feel alone. O Susanna, don’t you cry for me. Tune up that old banjo, play a filigree. Here we go again - dancing on the flame. Here we go again - the music’s still the same. Your wings are singed and sunburnt While I sit like a stone. My stillness makes you crazy. You make me feel alone. O Susanna, don’t you cry for me. Tune up that old banjo, play an elegy. Here we go again - dancing on the flame. Here we go again - the music’s still the same.

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released September 16, 2017

All songs written by Nancy K. Dillon (BMI) except "Annabelle" written by Nancy K. Dillon (Rose Rock Music BMI, Admin SongTrust) & John Hadley (Hadley Six Music BMI, Admin by Sony, ATV, BMI

Performers:
Nancy K. Dillon (vocals/guitar)
Lucien La Motte (electric guitar)

Engineered by Kyle Mooney (Royal Room, Seattle)

Mixed and Mastered by Ian Lang (Nursery Studios, Alsager, UK)

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Nancy K Dillon Seattle, Washington

On her albums, Nancy K. Dillon maps the road West; the dusty highways that conjure up images like Kerouac's road trips, traveling dustbowl carnivals, and free-spirited 70s hipsters. Inspired by Oklahoma & Texas troubadours Townes Van Zandt, Guy Clark, and Kevin Welch, Dillon's songs are short stories about characters that populate true American life. ... more

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