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1972Writer(s): Michael Martin Murphey, Larry CanslerSUNRISE OVERTUREInstrumentalCALICO SILVERNo rain and the weather got warmBroke down and I sold my farmHeaded for the silver strikeI took my wifeCalico silver gave us fightYou could hear the miners singWhen they made their hammers ringYou could hear them singing outOh, when they foundCalico silver, oh, in the groundPaint the streets with silverLet the wagons rollDon''t those mountains look just like JericoFifteen years down in the minesI watched the silver shineListened to the big wheels churnAnd they were turnedby Calico silver that we earnedPay was short and the laughter was longNails in the pine were strongWe thought nothing could go wrongNot counting onCalico silver to be gone.Paint the streets with silverLet the wagons rollDon''t those mountains look just like JericoWRITE ME DOWNWrite me downDon''t forget my nameWrite me downDon''t forget my nameFather, are you with me?Mother, are you there?Brother, can you hear me?Sister, do you care?(Write me down. Don''t forget my name)(Write me down. Don''t forget my name)Write me down. Write me down(Write me down. Don''t forget my name)Please don''t forget m-m-m-my name(Write me down)Write me down. Write me down(Don''t forget me name)P-P-Please don''t forget my. Don''t forget my nameWAY IT USED TO BEStrawberries, fire engine, ice cream partiesMade the festival too.Wooden sidewalk, happy birthdayUndertaker, ?? wearin'' big bootsThat''s the way it used to beThat''s the way it used to beUsed to be, used to beUsed to be, used to beLocomotive, chinese laundrySchool house children, horses pulling a loadWork a full day, help a neighborMashin'' whiskey, preachers saving a soulThat''s the way it used to beThat''s the way it used to beUsed to be, used to beUsed to be, used to beThat''s the way it used to beOooh, oooh, oooh, ooohOooh, oooh, oooh, ooohStrawberries, locomotive, fire engine, Chinese laundry, ice cream parlorSchool house children, Mandy festival tooWooden sidewalks, work a full dayHappy birthday, help a neighbor?? trinkets, Mashin whiskey?? wearin'' big bootsThat''s the way it used to beThat''s the way it used to beUsed to be, used to beUsed to be, used to beUsed to be, used to beUsed to be, used to beUsed to be, used to beMADAME DE LIL AND DIABOLICAL BILLMademe De Lil was the lady of wealthShe didn''t run a saloon for her healthShe was independant, claimed to be self madeShe didn''t feel she had to pull down her shadesShe''d say, ''I don''t have to apologize.Devil take the preachin'' and damn your eyes.''Awh, she didn''t mind if you criticized.She had the last word with her 45.She''d say, ''Ain''t nobody gonna railroad me.''Ha ha, ''Don''t try and tell a lady she ain''t free.''Ya, Mademe De Lil, as the ladies all willWent and fell in love with Diabolical BillShe temporarily lost her headSide track by that dude that was taken her bread.She''d say, ''I don''t have to apologize.I''ve got my Billy, so damn your eyes.''Awh, she didn''t mind if you told her lies.If the lies were the appropriate kind.She''d say, ''Ain''t nobody gonna railroad me.''Ha ha, ''Don''t try and tell me Billy don''t love me.''Mademe De Lil, she was doin'' alrightTill one of her ladies of the nightTold her that Bill had his hand in the tilShe was romantically, financially going down hill''I don''t have to apologize.He''s diabolical so damn his eyes.I''ve gotta plan to fix that man.I''ll have the last word with this 45.''''Ain''t nobody gonna railroad me.Don''t try and tell a lady she ain''t free.''Oh, Mademe De Lil and Diabolical Bill.She wanted to scare a man she couldn''t quite kill.So, one night he was sleepin'' and he closed his eyes,Miss De Lil put blanks in his big 45.The next day when a big Swed insulted his pride,He shot him down and said, ''Damn your eyes.''He stole a horse and he left that town.He didn''t know he never shot that man down.And nobody railroads Mademe De LilThe joke was on Diabolical BillHu, Now come on children, and gather ''roundDid I ever tell you about the time I shot that big Swed downIt was in a saloon back in 1889.Hu hu, I guess that was way back before your time.SCHOOL TEACHEROpen the windows, VirginiaLet the wind blow the papers awayDon''t know if you got it in yaJust like a doc the eighth gradeYou''ll soon be an old maidSchool teacher, rule preacherCool creature, school teacherYou''re up again, VirginiaSimple arithmatic shows a delayDo all the sums deep within yaOh, yes, and then a final gradeYou''ll soon be an old maidSchool teacher, rule preacherCool creature, school teacherOhYour souls in limbo, VirginiaYou found a formula for your mistakesGod doesn''t know where to send yaThe bible black, opaque, keepsakeAnd your red hairs goin'' gray,School teacher, rule preacherCool creature, school teacherSchool teacher, rule preacherCool creature, school teacherCool creature, Cool creatureCool Creature, school teacherCool Creature, school teacherRule preacher, cool creatureROAD AGENTHere lies a road agent dead on a hillSing on sing on whippoorwill if you willLived and died by his gunRise up rise up morning sunRise up, son of GodRise up from the sodQuick money catch penny fly by nightAll are equal in his sightGone today and here tomorrowCalifornia desert to the veil of sorrowRise up, son and goRise up from belowThunderbolts cold and flash floods rollOn a glory hole soul story seldom toldFrom a feast of whiskey and a flow of cashTo the silver black ash from a dance hall flashRise up son of chanceRise up son and danceHere lies a road agent dead on a hillSing on, sing on whippoorwill if you will.SALLY GREY''S EPITAPHHere lies Sally GreyShe came to town one dayWasn''t long ''till she went astrayNow she leaves this town todayFor a better place we pray,Sally Grey.Here lies Sally GreyShe came to town one dayWasn''t long ''till she went astrayNow she leaves this town todayFor a better place we pray,Sally Grey.Sally Grey:If they only knew the way I used to think aboutBeing something more than used up by menI might have beensomething more than what I am to themAs they lay me downI say many women are not what they seem to beThey are something more than part of some schemeSome strong man''s dreamSomething more than what she is to himAs he lays her down.DORSEY, MAIL CARRYING DOGIn the plaza, fine canine,You''ll never find a dog so fineThere''s none that could compareWhen the dog that deliveredAnd from danger never quiveredA service oh so rareMost vertibrate, vegetate,And such case in dedicationDorsey did not shunMissionaries, luminaries,Functionaries, and visionariesDig the deeds he doneAhhhhhh, Dorsey the mail carrying dogThe carrying dogTalk about your carryin'' dogYa, your carryin'' dogPeople manage mailAnd that''s the way it wasUntil Dorsey came alongA mality hit the post masterA home in bed with muster plasterEverything went wrongA sprightly spotted, super shepardLepped up like a lovable leppardVivid volunteerRun through danger, sneaky strangersNever failing, never quailingShowing far no fearAhhhhhh, Dorsey the mail carrying dogWhat a carrying dogYa, talk about your carryin'' dogoh, what a carryin'' dogRuff ruff, Ruff ruff,Ahhhhhh, Dorsey the mail carrying dogWriters tried to ruin DorseyBut of course, he bit their horseys,What else could he doHe could go through sleet and snowAnd rain and so, as you all knowThe US mail got throughYou could hear the people cheer365 days per yearThe dog grew never tiredThe postman who was sickAnd did it, Dorsey really didAnd sat home by the fireAhhhhhh, Dorsey the mail carrying dogWhat a carrying dogTalk about your carryin'' dogYa, the carryin'' dogTalk about your carryin'' dogHARBOR FOR MY SOULNow, some believe in the Holy GhostThe Father and the SonSome just tell their hard luck storyI guess this is oneI worked all my life ? in the mineAnd now that I''m gettin'' oldThe one thing I''m convenced of, friendI need a harbor for my soul.Well, do you need it?Yes, I do.Do you believe it?Yes, I believe it.Oh, do you want it?Yes, I do.Harbor for my soulWhen I was a young man I kept seekingBut know just ?Thought my God was in the silver. I did not find himNow, unless I am a lost seedLooking for the ?A ghost ship on a troubled seaI need a harbor for my soul.Well, do you need it?Yes, I do.Do you want it?Yes, I want it.Lady, do you believe it?Yes, I do.Harbor for my soulIf you feel your spinnin'' wheelswe''re all ?A gamble looses nothing more than he wants to owePut your money on the way outGuess somebody better ?If your ship does not come in,You need a harbor for your soul.Do you believe it?Yes, I do.Well, do you need it?Yes, I need it.Do you want it?Yes, I do.Harbor for your soulAce of Kings, John McBride,Charlie Meker''s friends,Whoa, he found a million dollarsBut he had none at the endEvery night among these canyons? to showAwwh, he climbed up on a lighthouseHe needs a harbor for his soul.Hay now, do you need it?Yes, I do.Awwh, do you want it?Yes, I want it.Do you believe it?Yes, I do.Harbor for your soul.