Barricades: an album by Linda Delgado

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Barricades

Linda

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Blane Butler

And the first thing that happened
Was love in the gutter;
And I heard every blues song
Every bluesman ever uttered.
But the first thing that happened
Was the last thing on my mind.
You left me to crumble,
But I guess I'll pick up the pieces
Somehow.

Home of the Blues

Steve Ferry

Learned gospel hymns and rhythm worksongs
Swimmin' in the delta sun.
'Cause plantin' rows and choppin' cotton,
It was work you started young.
They had forty weary acres
Where the soil was shiny black;
Five strong, healthy children,
And one dirt-floor, broken, one-room shack.

And out of this land came a song for every man
They call it the home of the blues;
Home of the blues;
"Home of the blues," he said with a smile.

Bobby McGee

Kris Kristofferson & Fred Foster

Freedom's just another word for "nothin' left to lose",
And nothin' ain't nothin', not if it ain't free.
Feelin' good was easy, Lord,
When my Bobby sang the blues.
Feelin' good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

Angel from Montgomery

John Prine

When I was a young girl, well I had me a cowboy.
Wasn't much to look at, just a free ramblin' man.
That's been a long time. No matter how I try,
The years just go by like a broken-down dam.

Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery.
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing I can hold on to.
To believe in this livin' is just a hard way to go.

Your Love is Like a Stone

Mark B. Miller

And if you dream, dream, dream of me,
You'd better get right out of your bed.
I'm not your fool; I'm through with you,
If you can get that through your head.

Oh, it's so nice here in the sun.
The day is beautiful, and I love everyone,
And you're not here to set the tone.
Your love is just like a stone.

Barricades

C. J. Sheffield

It's everyone's worst nightmare.
I just want to hide.
It's hard to hold a candle
When you're torn at from both sides.
So I fly like an angel,
And I cry on my knees;
And I stare down at the spot
Where the dogs made me bleed.

Glory is contagious,
And the sacrifice is deep;
So take me from the barricades,
And let me go to sleep.

Like James

Blane Butler

Tonight I feel like old James Brown,
A sex machine really gettin' down.
I feel the neon goin' off in my brain:
Fireworks and everything.

I feel too good.
I feel too good, y'all.
I feel too good;
Like James.

Nothin' but Love

Blane Butler

You give me love. You give me hope.
You take away sorrow; you never let go.
You gave me your heart. I gave you mine.
We'll take tomorrow. There is no more time.

I've got nothin' but time: time to share with you.
We'll find peace of mind in each other's arms.

I've got nothin' but faith to make me believe in you;
And I'll give you a lifetime to make me believe it all.

Credits

Linda Delgado: Production, Vocals
Blane Butler: Guitar, Vocals, Good Sax
Charlie Stough: Guitar, Vocals
Steve Ferry: Drums, Backing Vocals
J. D. Cowan: Drums, Backing Vocals
Mark B. Miller: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals
Gary Blount: Keyboards
Bob Matteson: Recording & Engineering
K. C. Owens: Recording & Engineering
James Lott: Recording & Engineering

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