Dark Whiskey Dream (Maria and the Moon)
(c.1998/Stuart
Whitford)
Well the stars shine brighter on the west end of town
You can tell it at night if you just look around
But Maria is lost with the moon in her eyes
And too much sweet whiskey inside
I said Maria come look at the sea
See the ocean in motion but she doesn't hear me
She just stares at the moon as it sails through the sky
And drifts on some dark whiskey dream
Well the dreams in the whiskey and the moon in the sky
Dance a terrible dance in Maria's brown eyes
Her own father he don't know her now
She's lost in the shadows of a dark whiskey dream
Pedro he fell for Maria's quick smile
He was young she was willin' so he stayed for a while
But the whiskey had too great a hold on her brain
It near drove Pedro insane
Well the dreams in the whiskey and the moon in the sky
Dance a terrible dance in Maria's brown eyes
Her own mother she don't know her now
She's lost in the shadows of a dark whiskey dream
Maria met an outlaw one night in a bar
They got to drinkin' and things went too far
When the outlaw hurt Maria Pedro rushed to her side
In the flash of a gun Pedro died
Well the dreams in the whiskey and the moon in the sky
Dance a terrible dance in Maria's brown eyes
Her own sister she don't know her now
She's lost in the shadows of a dark whiskey dream
I said Maria come look at the sea
See the ocean in motion but she doesn't hear me
She just stares at the moon as it sails through the sky
And drifts on some dark whiskey dream
Out On the Oregon Trail (c. 1998/Stuart Whitford)
Late summer mornin' on the Trail in
Idaho
Smell of the sagebrush in the
air
Still got a ways to go to Oregon-ee-oh
But we'll do fine when we get there
Out on the Oregon
Trail
In the summer of
'45
The dog is chasin' his
tail
Ain't ya happy to be
alive
We're all headed for somethin'
new
Don't it give your heart a
thrill
Don't ya love ever'
view
When we get to the top of the
hill
When we get to the
Willamette
We'll all be well met there
We left East
Tennessee
In the winter of
'44
It meant nothin' to
me
Nothin' more than closin' a
door
Now we're out on this dusty
trail
Comin' up on Soda
Springs
Get out the fiddle and
pail
Gonna give my sweetie a
swing
When we get to the Fort Hall
post
We'll all be well fed there
Late summer mornin' on the Trail in
Idaho
Smell of the sagebrush in the
air
Still got a ways to go to Oregon-ee-oh
But we'll do fine when we get
there
Time to catch up the
team
Get the wagon back on the
trail
I got an Oregon
dream
I got an Oregon story to
tell
We'll get over those old Blue
Mountains
'Fore the snow is on the
ground
Spend a week at the Dalles
Then we're gonna be Astoria
bound
When we get to the
Willamette
We'll all be well met there
Out on the Oregon
Trail
Out on the Oregon
Trail
The dog is waggin' his
tail
Lord, I'm happy to be
alive
Out on the Oregon
Trail
On the Trail
