We carried you in our arms
On independence day,
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief.

We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most ev'rybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief.

It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief.

• Ain't No More Cane
• Apple Suckling Tree
• Bessie Smith
• Clothes Line
• Don't Ya Tell Henry
• Down in The Flood
• Goin' to Acapulco
• Katie's Been Gone
• Lo & Behold!
• Long-distance Operator
• Million Dollar Bash
• Nothing Was Delivered
• Odds & Ends
• Open The Door, Homer
• Orange Juice Blues
• Ruben Remus
• Tears of Rage
• This Wheel's on Fire
• Tiny Montgomery
• Too Much of Nothing
• Yazoo Street Scandal
• Yea! Heavy & a Bottle of Bread
• You Ain't Goin' Nowhere