A BEAUTIFUL LIFE

 

This past weekend we attended the "Hippy Bluegrass Church" at eTown in Boulder.  Classic Planet Boulder with the message being "guilt free gospel" with one bluegrass song's refrain being "You go to your church, I'll go to mine."  Lots of good music, and here is one of my favorites tunes of the day, with a gospel and bluegrass version:

Each day I'll do a golden deed
By helping those who are in need
My life on earth is but a span
And so I'll do the best I can

Life's evening sun is sinking low
A few more days and I must go
To meet the deeds that I have done
Where there will be no setting sun

The only life that will endure
Is one that's kind and good and pure
And so for God I'll take my stand
Each day I'll lend a helping hand

Life's evening sun is sinking low
A few more days and I must go
To meet the deeds that I have done
Where there will be no setting sun

While going down life's weary road
I'll try to lift some traveler's load
I'll try to turn the night to day
Make flowers bloom along the way

Life's evening sun is sinking low
A few more days and I must go
To meet the deeds that I have done

Where there will be no setting sun

PANCHO AND LEFTY

I love playing this song with friends.  Previous video disappeared....so

Living on the road my friend was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron and your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy but her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye and sank into your dreams

Poncho was a bandit boy, his horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants for all the honest world to feel
Poncho met his match you know on the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin' words ah but that's the way it goes

All the Federales say they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues all night long the way he used to
The dust that Poncho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth
Day they laid poor Poncho low Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go there ain't nobody knows

All the Federales say they could've had him any day
They only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Poncho fell and Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold and so the story ends we're told
Poncho needs your prayers it's true but save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do and now he's growing old

A few great Federales say could've had him any day
They only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose

A few great Federales say could've had him any day
They only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose