Here's the one song I didn't write.
My great friend Joe Mahoney wrote this when we were back in the days of The Exploding Pioneers. Or was it a little later when Frank Drake was a band name? Back when the road seem boundless, in any case. It's a great song. It conjures up so much: so much that Joe and I have traveled through. Too much to even hint at here. Also: part of what I wanted to capture with this CD was the great vibe at the Sunday show I do at the Plough and Sally's . I've been playing this song since I started those gigs up. And it just needed to be recorded and sent out into the world to make friends. Thanks Joe! |
Joanna Jubilee
Ah Joanna can't you see
In the morning you're my jubilee
Honey, I ain't got much to live for
You ain't certain but I can see
If you ain't nothing, there's nothing to be
Honey, I ain't got much to live for
When I start thinking back again
On the road that seemed so boundless
Well there ain't much that I wouldn't give
But it all depends on you
Whip my bed and make me believe
That there ain't nothing could make you leave me
Honey, I ain't got much to live for
You take a line and I’ll take a pole
And we'll go down to crawdad hole
Honey, I aint got much to live for
Ah Joanna can't you see
In the morning you're my jubilee
Honey, I ain't got much to live for
You ain't certain but I can see
If you ain't nothing, there's nothing to be
Honey, I ain't got much to live for
When I start thinking back again
On the road that seemed so boundless
Well there ain't much that I wouldn't give
But it all depends on you
Whip my bed and make me believe
That there ain't nothing could make you leave me
Honey, I ain't got much to live for
You take a line and I’ll take a pole
And we'll go down to crawdad hole
Honey, I aint got much to live for