Liner
notes for They Sure Don’t Make Hippies Like
They Used To
Musicians--- Darryl Cherney (lead & background
vocals, acoustic guitar, acoustic & electric
piano, drum machine, sound effects)/Judi Bari (fiddle,
backgrd vocs)/ Greg King (backgrd vocals)/ George
Shook (banjo)/ Peter Meynell (bass)/ Andy Caffrey
(background vocs)/ Greg King (backgrd vocs)/ Bob
Martel, Mike Jacubal, Bushan, Lynn Burchfield, Ida
Redd (accordion)/Tim Moran (backgrd vocs)/ Harmony
Sue (lead voc on EF! Maid & background vocs)/
Che Guevara (bass)/ Larry Seigal (banjo, harmonica,
mandolin, vocal on "Ballad of the Lonesome
Tree Spiker")/ Tara Cameron (vocal w/Harmony
Sue on EF! Maid)/ Bridgewood Children's Choir, Eileen
Ewing, Miranda Rose, Linda & Leah Bushnell,
Kenoli.
Technicians: Darryl Cherney (producer, mixing,
engineering)/ Andy Caffrey (mixing, engineering
assistant)/ Judi Bari (engineering assistant) Larry
Seigal (engineer & producer NYC sessions). Remixing
by Rob Seifert. Mastering by Jim Fulton, Small Town
Audio Resources, Redway, CA.
Cover Art: Gila Trout Additional Art: Tom Yeates.
Graphics: Chivo
Special Thanks to---Mike Roselle & Karen Pickett
for a little $$$/ Beth Bosk for all the kind words/
Dave Foreman & Nancy Morton, not necessarily
in that order, for the copy machine/ Dino &
Phyllis of WK Studio in NYC for their unending generosity/
Ed & Mary Alice Denson of Kicking Mule Records/
Craig Johns, who helped me from the start/ KMUD,
Garberville, for putting it all on the air, and
how!/KUKI, Ukiah, for making "Potter Valley
Mill" a "hit"/ Eileen Ewing, for
the Diggers and the support/ Mom and Dad, for still
never losing faith and respect/ Mickey & Dylan
Dulas, for holding down the fort/ Greg King, for
messing up my office, my kitchen, etc./Betty Ball,
for being a radical, kick-ass Earth Firster/ and
to Judi Bar for her vision, wisdom, love, warmth,
cute & cuddliness and the ability to trash with
the best of them.
Contact Info: Darryl Cherney, Churn It Up Records,
PO Box 2254, Redway, CA 95560. ensorpo@asis.com,
www.darrylcherney.com
This album is dedicated to the life of Mother Earth
and to the death of Corporate America, especially
Exxon, Maxxam, Louisiana Pacific, General Electric,
Ford Motor Co., Dupont, Dow, Bechtel, and so forth.
If you're not doing everything imaginable to save
Mother Earth, You're not doing shit." --- Lone
Wolf Circles
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Xerox the Money © Darryl
Cherney
(Gm) Now America's got big trouble, it's called
the national debt
We(Cm)owe 5 trillion dollars and we (Gm)ain't through
spending yet
(D) But I got the answer to ful- (Cm) fill our endless
need
It's a (Gm) little trick I learned from the federal
reserve
And if they can do it so can we and (D) what they
do is....
(Gm) Xerox the money, They xerox the money.
They (C) don't think it's funny, They (Gm) xerox
the money
They (D) just do it honey, (Gm) Xerox the money
Now you work a hard 40 hours a week they pay you
with something called cash
It used to have gold behind it But now it's just
some paper trash
And the rich keep getting richer
How do you think they get all that dough
They each got a little bitty xerox machine
And they love to just watch it go... and what they
do is...
Now the third world owes America
And America is broke
The banks are all a-closing down
Do you think this is some kind of joke
But don't you fall in no depression
Don't you lose your dreams
Just get yourself a twenty dollar bill
And then head to a Xerox machine...’cause
what they do is....
© 2004, 1989 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
reserved
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The Board of Forestry Song
© Darryl Cherney
Now (Am) out in the (G) redwood (Am) forest (G)
grows
(Am) Trees two (G) thousand (F) years of (E) age
And the (Am) owls they (G) hunt, the (Am) bears
they (G) roam
The (Am) salmon (G) swim and the (F) rivers (E)
rage
And you'd (Am) swear that it was (G) Eden
The (F) one that God had (E) made
But now they're (Am) cutting it (G) down for (Am)
patio (G) decks
And (Am) corporate (G) profits and (E) salaries
(Am) paid
Am G/Am G/Am G/E Am
Mow back in Sacramento town
Sits the Board of Forestry
And they log their land, they work their ranches
And they teach in the universities
And the nine who sit in judgment
As they massacre the trees
Are Russ and Rose, Small, Berridge and Barnes
Atkinson, Shannon, Walt and Yee
Now back in the redwood forest groves
The animals hold council too
And they cackle and they crow and they roar and
they hoot
And they howl as they wonder what to do
And they ask if someone's out there
Who'll hear their mournful cries
And go to the forest Board of Nine
And speak up for their threatened lives
Now back in Sacramento town
The Board of Nine meets once again
And the wee bit of ancient forest left
They'll soon decide how it will end
And they'll roll their eyes and they'll twist in
their seats
As we speak up for the trees
Russ and Rose, Small, Berridge and Barnes
Atkinson, Shannon, Walt and Yee
Now back in the ancient redwood groves
The animals hide and wait
And they scurry for cover as the big trees fall
And they know that the hour is getting late
And though they've seen it all before
They do not understand
Except for something they see in the souls
Of a lonely creature known as man
© 2004, 1989 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
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Potter Valley Mill ©
words by Darryl Cherney & Judi Bari; ©
music by Darryl Cherney
Now the (C) mill in Potter ValleyIt's (F) been
here 50 (C) years
Milling all those fir trees
That used to grow 'round (G) here
But now they're (C) running out of timber
And the (F) mill is shutting (C) down
They're (F) packing up their (C) band saws
And they're (C) moving (G) out of (C) town
And they're (F) closing down the mill in (C) Potter
Valley
(F) Leaving all us good folks in a (G) bind
They're (F) closing down the mill in Potter (C)
Val--(F) ley
And I (C) can't be-(F) lieve the (C) mess we'll
(G) leave be-(C) hind
Now Ray says there's timber back there
They'll haul it right past town
Sam says they'll only reopen if another mill burns
down
The company says it's environmentalists crimpin'
up their style
But as I look out on the Mendocino Forest--can't
see a tree for miles
Now when they doubled our shift five years ago
I knew we soon would see this day
And now our property values are dropping
I can't sell and can't pay
That machinery ought to stay right here
To move it would be a crime
We've kept it fixed and running for 50 years
We ought to fix it one last time
© 2004, 1989 by Darryl Cherney and Judi Bari,
All rights reserved
Churn It Up Records, PO Box 2254, Redway, CA 95560
Proceeds from sales go to protect Mother
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Earth First! Maid Music
by Kerry Mills © New Lyrics: Darryl Cherney
Intro: G)(D)(C)(D) G)(D)(C)(D)
(G) There once was an Earth First! maid
Who (C) never was a- (G) fraid
Of the (C) chainsaw (D) boys with their (G) phallic
(Em) toys
And their (A) bulldozers that (D) cut the grade
The (G)one thing that she liked was a (C)tree that
had been(G) spiked
And (C) when the se- (D) curity (G) goons came (Em)
round
She (A) never (D) could be (G) found
No you (C) can't scare me I'm working for the (G)
forest
I'm working for the (D) forest, I'm working for
the (G) forest(G7)
No you (C) can't scare me I'm working for the (G)
forest
I'm working for the (D) forest til the day I (G)
die G)(D)(C)(D)
Her heart would really ache, when they'd plant
a survey stake
So when night would fall she'd pull them all
And check them in the middle of a lake
Her battery powered drill made a sound so sweet
and shrill
And as their radiators leaked their engines would
be tweaked
The one she could trust to turn a logging truck
to rust
Was a can of coke right down the choke
One turn of the key and watch it bust
She'll defend her mother dear from the rapist profiteers
"Cause to give up now would be the worst
When she knows the Earth comes first
© new lyrics 2004, 1988 by Darryl Cherney,
All rights reserved
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You Can't Clearcut Your
Way to Heaven © Darryl Cherney
Intro: (F) (G) (C)
Now the (C) Lord made the (F) world in (G) just
6 (C) days
A (F) wonder to be- (G) hold when it was (C) done
Deep (F) oceans and blue (G) skies
Forests (C) green and mountains (Am) high
With (D) animals that crawl and fly and (G) run
But (C) one of God's (F) creatures (G) wasn't (C)
pleased
It (F) wanted to cre- (G) ate with its own (C) hand
So it (F) clearcut all the (G) trees
Carved the (C) mountains spoiled the (Am) seas
Pro- (D) claiming it the way that God had (G) planned
But you (F) can't clear- (G) cut your way to (C)
heaven
No, (F) strip mines don't (G) make it with the (C)
Lord
Bull- (F) dozing the cre- (G) ation
Won't (C) win God's admi-(Am) ration
And the (F) pearly gates may (G) close for ever
(C) more
Now my momma used to read the family bible
And she said thou shall not covet, steal or kill
But then I coveted the forests and the mountains
And I stole my mother natures gems at will
And I killed off many creatures to extinction
But I'm sure God must have made them by mistake
"Cause I had to keep my job where I plunder,
rape and rob
But I swear to you it's for my children's' sake
Now today I heard they mined the rock of ages
"Cause they thought it had a chunk of gold
inside
And they're dumping PCB's into the sea of Galilee
And they milled the cross on which our savior died
And they leveled old Jerusalem for condos
Done build a shopping mall where Jesus did his thing
And I look at our success at creating such a mess
I though I heard a band of angels sing
© 2004, 1988 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
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Free The Dead © Darryl Cherney
Intro: (A) (D) (G) Now (C) my friend Johnny he
was dead
(G) From his toes up to his head
(A) Started rotting when he died
So they (D) filled him with formaldehyde
(C) Stuck him in a basement crypt
(G) Just like back in old Egypt
But if (A) he was alive he would have flipped
Cause he (D) wanted to be a part of nature's trip
Free the (C)dead (free the dead, Free the (G)dead
(free the dead)
(A) Feed them to the maggots, bears and (D) worms
Free the (C)dead (free the dead, Free the (G)dead
(free the dead)
(A) Let them decom- (D) pose on their own (G) terms
Five days later they buried him in a box of wood
and tin
Maggots trying to get in, man, it sure was frustratin'
When they finally made it through they tasted him
& all said Eww!
How's he gonna decompose when he's all filled up
with chemicals
So if you have a relative who for much longer will
not live
Don't preserve them in a box when they could fill
a famished fox
Or let a buzzard use it's beak to feed its family
for a week
Wouldn't they rather be a meal for an old bobcat
to paw & peel
© 2004, 1989 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
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We're All Dead Ducks ©
Darryl Cherney
(Am) I was walking along the beach, I came upon
some ducks
A (Dm) mother and her babies, they were out of luck
Their (Am) beautiful feathers were black and spoiled
I (E) realized to my horror they were covered with
oil
Then I (Am) looked out on the ocean and to my dismay
An (Dm) oil rig was drilling right there in the
bay
Then (Am) I turned to that poor little ducks half
dead
And (E) these are the words they (Am) said...
We're all dead (Dm) ducks (quack, quack)
We're all dead (Am) ducks (quack, quack... quack
quack)
'Cause if (E) they put oil rigs off our coast
Ain't (Am) no one escaping the muck
We're all dead (Dm) ducks (quack, quack)
We're all dead (Am) ducks (quack, quack... quack,
quack)
It don't (E) matter if you've got a million bucks
We're all gonna be dead (Am) ducks
Well I picked up a rag to wipe that oil away
But those ducks they died in my arms that day
So I called up my Congressman and said
Hey man that oil is something to dread
It's warming the planet with the greenhouse effect
And it spills in the ocean when their tankers wreck
But that Congressman's answer gave me quite a scare
He said we've got to drill and do our share
Now they're doing these seismic tests
Sonic booms under water make the whales go deaf
So I went back to the beach and screamed into the
night
Say if they want to play dirty let's give 'em a
fight
Let's blockade their seismic boats at sea
And sue those bums into eternity
And in memory of the ducks who are dead
Let's have that Congressman's head
LAST CHORUS: Don't be dead (Dm) ducks (quack, quack)
Don't be dead (Am) ducks ( quack, quack....quack
quack)
"Cause if (E7) they put oil rigs off of our
coast ain't (Am) no one escaping the muck
Don't be dead (Dm) ducks (quack, quack) Don't be
dead (Am) ducks (quack, quack... quack quack)
It don't (E7) matter if they've got a billion bucks
We're not going to be dead (Am) ducks
It don't (E7) matter if they've got a trillion bucks,
we're not going to be dead (Am) ducks
It don't (E7) matter if they've got quadrillion
bucks,
We're not going to be dead (Am) ducks
© 2004, 1988 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
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The Ballad of Don Hodel ©
Darryl Cherney
(Am) Now in this age of (E) Ronald Reagan
Is a man called Don (Am) Hodel
He's hardly an earth (E) loving Pagan
Promoting environmental (Am) hell
As secretary (E) of the interior
He polluted the earth, air and (Am) seas
The ecologists they (E) thought him eerier
Than any incurable (Am) disease
But (Am) on one rainy (E) autumn evening
He was thinking 'bout old John (Am) Muir
when suddenly as if (E) he was dreaming
John's ghost appeared at his front (Am) door
And he said Don Hodel my (E) heart is aching
Your schemes have gone way too (Am) far
The laws of nature (E) you're a-breaking
So I've come to teach you who you (Am) are
(Am) And he was struck by a bolt of (E) lightening
And he woke up a brand new (Am) man
It was luck, it was (E) enlightening
He said let's tear down O'Shaunnesy (Am) Dam
Now Hodel loved those corporations
To Exxon and Chevron he was loyal
His vision of beauty was a service station
While off-shore they drilled for oil
But the ghost of Muir said Hodel you're changing
And there's a few things you must do for me
Yosemite needs some re-arranging
Set the Hetch Hetchy River Valley free
From the Tuolome to the Colorado
From Niagara to the Eel
He'll tear down those dams with cool bravado
No matter how the corporations feel
Now Don Hodel has begun to alter
His vision of nature's plight
but should he slip or should he falter
John Muir's going to set him right
© 2004, 1988 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
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They Sure Don't Make Hippies
Like They Used To © Darryl Cherney
Intro: (A) (D) (G) (D) (A)
(D) Once there were some hippies (G) living 'mongst
the trees
(A) Picking flowers, smoking joints, hair down to
their (D) knees
Then one day they woke up to a (G) nasty chainsaws
roar
And a (A) logging crew was cutting down the public
land next (D) door
Now our (D) hippies were not happy with mother (G)
nature going down
So they (A) called their local Congressman and some
bureaucrats in (D) town
But our hippies words weren't heeded but they (G)
swore they would prevail
So they (A) bought some Stanley hammers and some
sixty penny (D) nails
No (G) they sure don't make hippies like they (D)
used to
1. They (A) used to live in peace but (D) now they're
spiking trees
2. They (A)once were stoned on grass. but(D)now
they're kicking ass
3. They (A)used to speak of peace but now they (D)
practice what they preach
No they (G) sure don't make hippies like they (D)
used to
No (A) hippies don't take no shit any- (D) more
(G) (D) (A)
When the loggers left that evening the hippies
snuck into the woods
And they figured 'bout 500 spikes should fix that
forest good
And they poured sand into the crankcase for to get
the dozer sick
And they put nails down on the haul road to make
their tires leak a bit
The next day at the worksite the loggers had a
big surprise
Their dozer engine seized up and their tires dropped
like flies
And before they could raise a chainsaw they found
this note and cursed
Cause it read "No dice these trees are spiked
signed love and peace Earth First!"
© 2004, 1987 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
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Ballad of the Lonesome Tree
Spiker
© Words by Mike Roselle; Music by D. Cherney
When (E) I was a young boy in the (C#m) Sierra
Club
I (E) prayed to the Freddies and the (B7) good Lord
above
I (E) asked them for wilderness and some (C#m) old
growth trees
I (E) quoted the facts and I (B7) always said (E)
please
But after a few years it dawned upon me
When they'd built them damn roads and they'd cut
all the trees
That I was a fool, too blind to see
Now I'm a tree spiker, have pity on me
I've been a tree spiker for many a year
I spend all my money on tree spikes and beer
I go down to the valley where the tall timber grows
How many I've gotten, well nobody knows
Well I've spiked me some redwoods and I've spiked
me some pines
And they've tried to stop me with rewards and fines
The cops and the Freddies are hot on my trail
But I'm a tree spiker and I'll never get nailed
© 2004, 1987 by Mike Roselle and Darryl Cherney,
All rights reserved
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Stop The War © words
& music by Rod MacDonald
(D) (Bm) (D) (Bm) (A) (A7) (D) (Bm) (D) (Bm)
The (D) general said you're (Bm) young I guess you
don't (D)
understand (Bm)
(A) We've got to have these things in case it gets
(D)out of hand(Bm)
I (D) said what if they're just like (Bm) you always
got to (D) be on top(bm)
(A) Isn't there some place to end this isn't there
some (D) place to (Bm) stop
What if(G) everyone thought like (Gsus4) you the
general(G) said to me
(Bm) Oh, What a (A) vulnerable country (Bm) this
would be
What if (G) everyone thought like (Gsus4) you the
general (G) said to me, I said
There would be some (Bm) peace, there (A) just might
be some (Bm) peace
Oh, there just might be some (Bm) peace, there (A)
just might be some (Bm) peace
There just might be some (Bm) peace, there (A) just
might be some (Bm) peace
The broker said you're young I guess you don't
comprehend
The people out walking the streets they've got to
have they're money to spend
And how can there be any money if we don't sell
the things that we build
I said why don't you build something else to use
without having to kill
What if everyone thought like you the broker said
to me
What a poor nation this would be
What if everyone thought like you the broker said
to me, I said
There would be some peace,......
(G) Stop the war, (Gsus4) stop the war with- (G)
in yourself
(Bm) And you won't (A) have to fight with (Bm) someone
else
(G) Stop the war, (Gsus4) stop the war with- (G)
in yourself
(Bm) And you won't (A) have to fight with (Bm) someone
else
No you just won't have to fight, you won't (A) have
to fight with (Bm) someone else
No you just won't have to fight, you won't (A) have
to fight with (Bm) someone else
The newsman said you're young I guess you don't
see the light
The hype that they feed us in the morning must go
out to the people at night
The People they like a good show how can you deny
them their due
And I said what does that say about us and what
does that say about you
What if everyone thought like you the newsman said
to me
What a boring world this would be
What if everyone thought like you the newsman said
to me
I said there would be some peace....
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Running for My Life ©
Darryl Cherney
Intro: (D) (G6) (D) (G6) (D) (G6) (D) (A) (Bm)
(Asus4)(A)
(D) She said you (A) can't be (D) serious
The (G) system doesn't (D) work
And (G) every poli-(D) tician I've known
Has (A) turned out to be a jerk
She (D) said the (A) Demo-(D) cratic Club
Is not the (G) way to make a (D) change
And you (G) know this run for (D) Congress, boy
(A) It's got you acting (D) strange
And she (Bm) said I think you're (F#m) running
'way
From the (G) issues that we (D) face
The (G) work at hand can (D) not be done
From such a (A) lonely, distant place\
In (Bm) Washington they'll (F#m) chew you up
And (G) they'll spit you out for (D) dead
Well I (G) looked at her and said I (D) know you're
right
But (A) I've got to move a- (D) head
'Cause I'm (G) running for the (D) children
To (A) offer them a (D) choice
(G) Running for the (D) wilderness
That (A) can not raise its (D) voice
And I'm (Bm) running for the (F#m) homeless
Whose (G) days are filled with (D) strife
I'm (G) running for the (D) planet
I'm (A) running for my (D) life (G6) (D) (G6) (D)
(G6) (D) (A) (Bm) (Asus4)(A)
I said to her just look on up you know that sunny
sky
Has got a hole in the ozone layer and everyone could
fry
And can you taste the water now say you could die
of thirst
And they're fighting wars just like before and it's
only getting worse
But she said your words are radical and they'll
only cut you down
The district of Columbiai it’s a mighty wicked
town
But I said to her those Congressmen they need to
hear what's wrong
I want to give them a thrill, up on Capitol Hill
And I want them to sing along
© 2004, 1988 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
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Where's Bosco? © Darryl
Cherney
(C) There's a California Congressman that (F) no
one's ever seen
He (G) doesn't answer letters or talk on the (C)
TV
(C) He's never in his office--he (F) always has
just left
Has (G) anybody seen him--we're worried half to
(C) death
Where's (F) Bosco (Where's Bosco?) Where's (C Bosco
(Where's Bosco?)
You'd (G)think he was a wanted man the (C) way he
(G)can't be (C) found
Where's(F)Bosco? (Where's Bosco?) Where's(C)Bosco?
(Where is Bosco?)
Say (G) don't call me a radical--Doug Bosco's under-(C)
ground
Well I went to the offshore hearing to try to save
our coast
But Bosco didn't show up--he vanished like a ghost
But his aides sent out a press release to say that
all was well
And that they'd save our coastline--for Exxon and
for Shell
When MAXXAM came to Humboldt and bought out old
"PL"
And ripped the worker's pension fund and turned
the land to hell
Old Bosco sent a press release to say he'd lend
a hand
And he didn't break his promise--he just lent it
to MAXXAM
..
Well I went down to Centennial but Bosco's bank
was closed
And a sign said all our assets have gone up someone's
nose
There's indictments and convictions, but Bosco's
had good luck
"Cause before they closed they loaned him two
hundred thousand bucks!
© 2004, 1988 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
reserved
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Spike a Tree for Jesus ©
Darryl Cherney
Now (D) some say the Romans killed (A) Jesus
And some say it was the (D) Jews
And some say that it was King (G) Herod
And (A) some say it was me and (D) you
But (D) when I think of the cross he was (A) nailed
to
And the tree that was logged for the (D) wood
I realize 'twas the loggers killed (G) Jesus
And it's (A) time that we got them back (D) good
So (D) spike a tree for Jesus (G) spike a tree
for Jesus
and (A) Jesus will love you you (D) know (A7)
(D) Spike a tree for Jesus (G) Spike a tree for
Jesus
and (A) someday to heaven you'll (D) go
Now the logger who cut that old tree down
He was just going 'long with the mob
When asked why he did it he answered
I was only just doing my job
I don't care what they do with the timber
As long as they pay me my price
They can go make a frame to hang a picture
They can go make a cross to hang Christ
Now as Jesus he hung on that cross there
It was not some thing that he liked
And his last words were father I would not be here
If all of the trees had been spiked!
© 2004, 1988 by Darryl Cherney, All rights
reserved
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This Monkeywrench of Mine
New lyrics © by Darryl Cherney; Music: Traditional
(C) This Monkeywrench of mine I'm gonna let it
shine
(F) This Monkeywrench of mine I'm gonna let it (C)
shine
This Monkeywrench of mine I'm gonna let it (Am)
shine
Let it (C) shine, let it (G) shine, let it (C) shine
In the old growth forest I'm gonna let it shine....
Out back in the desert I'm gonna let it shine.....
© 2004, 1987 new lyrics by Darryl Cherney,
All rights reserved
Churn It Up Records, PO Box 2254, Redway, CA 95560
Proceeds from sales go to protect Mother
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