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The West Gate

by doug pettibone

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1.
Big River 03:40
Words and Music by Doug Pettibone Days fly by in the wink of an eye Nights are longer since you told me good bye Down for the count Still realin from the blow Seein stars Yeah I`im out cold Hold your cards close to your chest Give em a little But your savin the best The things you said Still stuck inside my head And your cool skin lying in my bed I wanna jump in the water Let the big river take me Wrap me in your arms Please don`t forsake me I see the curve of your body in the hills of the earth Feel the beating of your heart Beating strong like the surf Am I lyin to myself Well I hope it aint true If wishes were fishes I`d throw a line out to you I wanna jump in the water Let the big river take me Wrap me in your arms Please don`t forsake me Thinkin things thru But it just aint clear Whiskey sure was warm on the trail of tears What`s clear to me Is the things that you do Will always come creepin back on you I wanna jump in the water Let the big river take me Wrap me in your arms Please don`t forsake me I wanna jump in the water Let the big river take me Wrap me in your arms Please don`t forsake me
2.
The West Gate I whiskey up my dixie cup And I hit my cigarette Packin up my suitcase But I`m feelin no regret This rollin stone that I`ve become Has kept me from my home One more night and one more song in this bed I`ll sleep alone Green Hills of old oak trees White caps from an off shore breeze Blue water from ancient sea can heal me And set me free There`s voices in these canyons On a sprit wind they travel The hills have eyes and they`re watching me As I walk thru dirt and gravel I step into the water To surf this sacred place The tide is high and so am I I`m in a better place Green Hills of old oak trees White caps from an off shore breeze Blue water from ancient sea can heal me And set me free The colors change and the night begins The sky's a bed of stars The heat of the fire light Pulls songs from my guitar There really is no other place That I have ever seen I close my eyes and I can have this reoccurring dream Green Hills of old oak trees White caps from an off shore breeze Blue water from ancient sea can heal me And set me free
3.
Two Of Us 02:57
Words and music by Lennon and McCartney Photo Dan Dion Two of us riding nowhere Spending someone's Hard earned pay You and me Sunday driving Not arriving On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home Two of us sending postcards Writing letters On my wall You and me burning matches Lifting latches On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories Longer than the road that stretches out ahead Two of us wearing raincoats Standing so low In the sun You and me chasing paper Getting nowhere On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories Longer than the road that stretches out ahead Two of us wearing raincoats Standing solo In the sun You and me chasing paper Getting nowhere On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home
4.
North Carolina North Carolina Why did you treat me this way You know I wanted to stay in your town North Carolina With your flowers and song Your eyes are tearin and there`s somthin wrong In the way that the shadows fall Like signs written on the wall To me tonight North Carolina Give me something to hold The storm wind blowin and it`s cold in your town North Carolina Your smile could light up my day But now your smile's gone away for a while In the way that the shadows fall Like signs written on the wall To me tonight
5.
Words and music by Van Morrison We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I dont have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float into the mystic And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I dont have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will float into the mystic
6.
Jolene 04:51
Flowers on the window And flowers on the hills You put your lips upon my neck and givin me the chills Well it seems like things are sleepy in this town Street are empty There`s no one else around Jolene, Jolene Finest woman I have ever seen Jolene, Jolene Why`d you have to go and be so mean If I`d gave myself a nickel for every time I`d cryed I`ll fill up the ocean with all the tears I`d cry Time is movin slow and so am I Grey clouds in the distance start to cry Jolene, Jolene Finest woman I have ever seen Jolene, Jolene Why`d you have to go and be so mean Every time you roll the dice you can win or lose But maybe if your lucky you might have a chance to chose Seems like I just flew into your web The path you walk the flowers are lyin dead Jolene, Jolene Finest woman I have ever seen Jolene, Jolene Why`d you have to go and be so mean
7.
Song bird singin outside my window It sang all night and the night before The lights of the city look like a golden river I like takin your stuff and you`re such a good giver I`m keepin your stuff this time Wrapped up neatly hidden deeply in my mind I saved your message on my telephone Just to hear your voice cause it feels like home Your sweet southern words so smooth and so fine What`s mine is yours And what yours is mine I`m keepin your stuff this time Wrapped of neatly hidden deeply in my mind You`re my little honey biscuit all buttered and brown Juke joint baby really throwin it down You got good gravy and your cookin`s good too Hot peppered jelly`s comin home to you I`m keepin your stuff this time Wrapped of neatly hidden deeply in my mind I`m keepin your stuff this time Wrapped of neatly hidden deeply in my mind In my mind
8.
Little Man 04:09
Sittin on top of the world yesterday Thinkin bout things in no particular way He called this morning He said "happy birthday, I got something for you But you're too far away" A broken down marriage And a broken down car Sweet country music From a old steel guitar I wish you were here with me Holding my hand You're my flesh and blood You're my little man Livin like a gypsy out on the road The newspaper man said my soul has been sold I called you from Kansas but I couldn't get thru The Wichita lineman is singin the blues A broken down marriage And a broken down car Sweet country music From an old steel guitar I wish you were here with me Holding my hand You're my flesh and blood You're my little man So far away Planes go and trains fly So far away Watching you waving goodbye So far away The world is spinning and I can barley hang on The great white northern nights are painfully long Fresh snow and pine And a bullet holed sign I'm dropping in latitude I'll be home in no time A broken down marriage And a broken down car Sweet country music From a old steel guitar I wish you were here with me Holding my hand You're my flesh and blood You're my little man
9.
Why must I wake up and sleep off all my day Well I guess I just missed a big party One glass of wine should provide a good time But I went and I finished the whole bottle Well I might not be the original originator Of somethin I aint thought of That I think that I thought at the time Well I'm smooth talkin, slow walkin, sweet potato see ya later And honey I sure love you But my phone was not working at the time Well I spent some time down at the old four corners With the tv screamin bout the T storm warnins Shackin up in the old slave quarters with a honey bee Big ol roots of the trees are showin And it's high noon here and the sun is glowin This Delta heat is sure kickin my ass It's kickin my ass Well I guess I'll keep tryin till I get it right But I think that I misplaced the instructions Oh what the hell Let's go down to the bar room And we'll help out my friend with his problem Well I might not be the original originator Of somethin I aint thought of That I think that I thought at the time Well I'm smooth talkin, slow walkin, sweet potato see ya later And honey I sure love you But my phone was not working at the time But my phone was not working at the time
10.
Words and music by Bob Dylan She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, The Law can't touch her at all. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She's a hypnotist collector, You are a walking antique. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. For Halloween give her a trumpet And for Christmas, buy her a drum

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"The West Gate" is a collection of acoustic-based songs that are as warm and smooth as Kentucky bourbon. With gentle waves of acoustic guitar cascading over pedal steel rhythms, Doug's voice is at once soft and beguiling. Stripped down and gentle, the album feels like a conversation with an old friend in the back booth of a honky tonk at closing time.

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released September 9, 2009

Lucinda Williams - vocals on Two of Us, She Belongs To Me
Nadege DeVet - Violin
Matt Fish - Viola
Doug Pettibone - 1952 Gibson LG1, 1966 Gibson J 200, 1977 Martin D35, 2003 National model D square neck 2004 National Reso Rocket, old as f#*^@ banjo, Ephiphone mandolin, pots, pans, knifes, forks and wooden spoons on Original Oringinator, harmonica, hand percusion, Fender P Bass, background vocals me, me, me, me, me and me!

Produced by Ned Albright
and Doug Pettibone
Engineered by Gardner Knight, Larry Hirsch, Tod Miller and Bryon Dobbs
Mixed by Gardner Knright

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