Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show

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Hot August night
And the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the ground smellin’ sweet
Move up the road to the outside of town
And the sound of that good gospel beat
Sits a ragged tent
Where there ain’t no trees
And that gospel group tellin’ you and me
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show
.

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Room gets suddenly still
And when you’d almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in
Eyes black as coal
And when he lifts his face
Ev’ry ear in the place is on him
Starting soft and slow
Like a small earthquake
And when he lets go
Half the valley shakes
.

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It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show

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Take my hand in yours
Walk with me this day
In my heart I know, I will never stray
Halle, halle, halle, halle
Halle, halle, halle, halle
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes
I say, Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes…

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sung by

Neil  Diamond

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1972

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Ghost Town

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I sauntered into the haunted saloon

placed myself carefully on a stool at the counter

nobody was there but a bunch of ghosts & me

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The barmaid, Holy Mary, uncorked a bottle of grace

poured me a shot

the shot glass looked empty

but I knew, yes, I knew

the shot glass was now full of grace

“the Lord is with thee,” I said to the barmaid

she smiled gently

a replica of the Milky Way galaxy in each eye

a crucifix above her head

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“What’s a crucifix doing in here?” I asked

her reply:  “This is the ghost town called Love, remember?”

an awkward grin tilted my head sideways

I gulped down what she had served

& left a generous tip

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photos

3:10 to Yuma

1957

&

Holy Mary / Tumblr.com

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A Ghost Town Called Love

http://aghostttowncalledlove.yolasite.com

by

Rawclyde

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Tug Boat

So I

up

 n’

float

~

In

my

old

   tug boat

~

Across

the

desert

skyyyyyyyy!

~

And

as

I

float

~

I

cross

the

moat

~

In

Oh My God’s

loving

eeeeeeeye!

~

So

watch

me

float

~

 In-

to

the

 remote

~

Sometimes

low

and other times

 hiiiiiiigh

~

Above the

head

of the

 little big-horn goat

~

 It’s just

me

in my

 old tug boat

~

That speck of

dust

up there

   passing by…

~

Deep Desert Blues

by

Rawclyde

!