Two Nights In Texas by Kate Campbell

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Two Nights In Texas

Artist
Kate Campbell
Released
2011
Genre
Singer-Songwriter

Release Date: September 27, 2011

Two Nights in Texas was recorded live at Blue Rock Artist Ranch and Studio in Wimberley, Texas on April 8-9, 2010.

Features Sally Van Meter on dobro, Scott Ainslie on guitar and banjo, and Don Porterfield on bass. Includes “Crazy in Alabama,” “See Rock City,” “New South,” and many more fan favorites.

“Stunning.” 5 Stars 
- Arthur Wood, Maverick

Notes Coming Soon!

Miles Of Blues

I’ve been down a lot of roads
Seems like everywhere i go
There’s blues
Miles and miles of blues
The delta ain’t the only place
You might find sorrow on some face
There’s blues
Miles and miles of blues

Chicago to St. Louis
Down to New Orleans
Trouble has no trouble
Finding everywhere between
Might be in the country
Might be in the town
Might be cause the news just came
The factory’s shutting down

Up in West Virginia
In the cold coal mines
They got blues
Miles and miles of blues
From Buffalo to Baltimore
Talk about hard times
They got blues
Miles and miles of blues

Ain’t just Kansas City
Or Memphis, Tennessee
Take the time to look around
I guarantee you’ll see
The blues are in Miami
The blues are in St. Paul
Dirt roads to the L.A. freeway
The blues they find us all

The good news is there’s music
To ease your worried mind
When you got blues
Miles and miles of blues
And there’s nothing like a guitar
Crying in the night
When you got blues
Miles and miles of blues

Everywhere there’s blues
Miles and miles of blues

Kate Campbell / Walt Aldridge
© 2004 Large River Music (BMI)
Cross Key Publishing Co. Inc./Waltz Time Music Inc. (ASCAP)

Galaxie 500

We got her white from the factory
But daddy had her painted baby blue
She had a red vinyl interior
That burned my legs on summer afternoons
She took us down to Panama City
And we got sand all in the seats
And the year we went out west
She made it up Pike’s Peak

I could go anywhere in that automobile
My dreams came true behind the wheel
No road was too long, no mountain too steep
For me and my Galaxie 500

Mama said kids I’ll be right back
And left us in the K-Mart parking lot
On the radio we heard the news
In Memphis Dr. King had just been shot
So late that night I sat alone
Feet propped up on the big dashboard
And I cried myself to sleep again
Like every time before

When I came home from school one day
In the driveway sat a Datsun with two doors
And I never told a single soul
How much I missed that Ford

No road was too long, no valley too deep
For me and my Galaxie 500

Kate Campbell / Ira Campbell
© 1996 Large River Music (BMI)

Free World

I’m going out into the free world and farm
I’m gonna paint me a big red barn
Don’t wanna do nobody else no harm
I’m going out

I’m going out into the free world and farm
Buy me a mule, won’t need no car
Don’t wanna grow nobody else’s corn
I’m going out into the free world

I’ll put my hand to the plow
Won’t let ‘em keep me down
I’m going out

I’m going out into the free world and farm
Have me some chickens in my front yard
Don’t wanna fight nobody else’s war
I’m going out

I’m going out into the free world and farm
I’m gonna spin me some very fine yarns
Don’t wanna be where I can’t see the stars
I’m going out into the free world

I’ll put my hand to the plow
I’ll hold my head up proud
I’m going out

Kate Campbell
© 2004 Large River Music

New South

Friday morning I was down at the Starbucks

Sippin’ on a latte with the fat left out
I had a bagel and a sudden revelation
I’m finally living in the new south

They make Mercedes down in Vance, Alabama
And Tennessee is cranking Nissans out
I read about it in my Wall Street Journal
We’re all living in the new south

They’ll valet park you at the Galleria
They’ll hang your coat up for you at the door
They’ll take your check your MasterCard or VISA
They love our money at those Yankee stores

It’s getting hard to find good grits and gravy
I know you know what I’m talking about
Well that’s the price you have to pay for progress
And to be living in the new south

We pulled ourselves up out of Old Man River
And cut away all the kudzu vines
It took a while but I think we made it
We can finally put these blues behind

We traded in our boots for Italian loafers
And Bichon Frises are our new hounds
Thanks to Disney World and Coca-Cola
We’re finally living in the new south

Y’all come see us in the new south

Kate Campbell and Walt Aldridge
© 2002 Large River Music (BMI) / April Music/Waltz Time Music (ASCAP)

Steal Away Trilogy

If they saw him riding in
Long hair flying in the wind
Would they love him down in Shreveport today

If they heard he was a Jew
And a Palestinian too
Would they love him down in Nashville today

If they saw him talk with ease
To the junkies, whores, and thieves
Would they love him out in Wichita today

Would the rich men think it funny
If he said give up your money
Would they love him up on Wall Street today

If he made the wine from water
Gave it to their sons and daughters
What would the folks in Salt Lake City say

If he talked of brotherhood
As he walked their neighborhoods
Would they love him up in Boston today

If he said love those who use you
And forgive those who abuse you
If he turned the other cheek what would you say

Would you laugh and call him crazy
And send him on his way
If he walked right into your town today

He was twenty-one if you believe what he wrote down
On the paper that the Sergeant made him sign
He never held a gun, never been too far from home
And he’d never had a night like this in mind

They moved him to the front and left him with one order
Don’t give up that hole we made you dig
He took a picture out and then he read some letters
Closed his eyes, said the Lord my Shepherd is

Peace comes stealing slow
Falls like silent snow
Swings down sweet and low
Peace comes stealing slow

She was on the street and looking for some shelter
Beaten down and weary of this world
Shivering from the cold and crazy from the voices
She dreams of summers when she was a girl

We live in a world of trials and tribulations
People filled with hatred everywhere
So we bow our heads and we raise our voices
Offer our petition in this prayer

Peace come stealing slow
Fall like silent snow
Swing down sweet and low
Peace come stealing slow
Peace come stealing slow

Steal away, steal away
Steal away to Jesus
Steal away, steal away home
We ain’t got long to stay here

Bobby Braddock / Kate Campbell / Walt Aldridge / Traditional
© 1968 Sony/ATV Tree Publishing (BMI) © 2004 Large River Music (BMI) © 2004 Cross Key Publishing Co. Inc./Waltz Time Music Inc. (ASCAP)

See Rock City

She put a map and a tube of lipstick
In an old Winn Dixie sack
She pulled her Firebird out of the driveway
Without ever looking back

By the time she got to Georgia
It was nearly half past eight
She bought a ninety-nine cent breakfast
At the Stuckey’s by the interstate

And she don’t know where she’s going
And she’s really not sure why
But she’s got to try and find a way
To live before she dies

She might see Rock City
She might see Ruby Falls
She might change her name to Marilyn
And drop her southern drawl
She wants to climb Lookout Mountain
And see all seven states
She wants to feel the wind through her hair again
Before it gets too late to see Rock City

Well she stopped in Chattanooga
And called her mama’s beauty shop
She said I won’t be home for supper
Give my love to Bo and Pop

And her mama knew the reasons
Without even asking why
A woman’s got to try and find a way
To live before she dies

She might see Rock City
Oh she might buy a souvenir plate
She wants to feel the wind through her hair again
Before it gets too late to see Rock City

Kate Campbell / Walt Aldridge
© 1995 Fame Publishing Co. Inc. (BMI) Rick Hall Music Inc. / Watertown Music (ASCAP)

10,000 Lures

Wasn’t no copperhead, wasn’t no cottonmouth
Just a garden snake that brought us all down
It didn’t look deadly, didn’t look venomous
Wrapped around that tree so lovely and sensuous

There’s vices and voodoo always enticing you
From the day that you’re born ’til the day you leave this world
The devil’s got a line for you for sure and 10,000 lures

You may think I’m preaching, even evangelizing
But what he’s throwing out can be so tantalizing
He’s a master of disguise, he’ll reel you in with power
Roaming to and fro seeking whom he may devour

He knows every weakness, knows just when to strike
You know he was an angel once and he knows what you like
For you it might be money, for me it might be fame
Better cover up your ears now when he whispers your name

Before I end this song, before the music’s through
Oh I’d like to share a good word or two
There’s 10,000 angels watching over you
From the day that you’re born ’til the day you leave this world
Three rusty nails, that’s the cure for 10,000 lures

Kate Campbell and Mark Narmore
© 1999 Large River Music (BMI) /
Starstruck Angel Music, Inc. / Mitchelltown Music (BMI)

Crazy In Alabama

I heard Odessa’s mind was sick
That she was crazier than hell
The police caught her turning tricks
Down at the Blue and Gray motel
Odessa was the neighbor’s maid
She had ten mouths at home to feed

They bussed her kids to Birmingham
And put her in the county jail
Nobody seemed to give a damn
They say a white man posted bail
My dad said not to breathe a word
I told my brother all I heard

And the train of change
Was coming fast to my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

It was crazy there were grown men fights
Over segregation and civil rights
Martin Luther King and the KKK
George C. Wallace and LBJ
And when the National Guard came in
I thought the world was gonna end
It was crazy in Alabama

Down at the corner Dairy Dip
They sold soft ice cream for a dime
White people ordered from the front
The side was for the colored line
We all were told they had their place
Because they were a different race

We spent hot summer afternoons
At the public swimming pool
Where the privileged and the few
Played on their island of cool blue
Brown children watched outside the fence
It never made one lick of sense

But the train of change
Was coming fast to my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

My momma yelled child get inside
Drew the drapes and locked the doors
We watched the marchers passing by
Felt the rumble heard the roar
They all held hands they sang and wept
And freedom rang in every step

Cause the train of change
Was marching through my hometown
We had the choice to climb on board
Or get run down

Kate Campbell / Kenya Slaughter Walker
© 1995 Fame Publishing Co. Inc. (BMI) / Multisongs (SEASAC)

Genesis Blues

They say god walked in the garden
Between the tigris and Euphrates
They say god walked in the garden
Between the tigris and euphrates
But we all know that eden
Is down in the delta south of memphis

Eve and Adam ate the apple
Stood there naked in the sun
Eve and Adam ate the apple
Stood there naked in the sun
But when god came looking for them
Oh they knew what they had done

Jesus is Lord of Picayune
And Mississippi welcomes you
Jesus is Lord of Picayune
And Mississippi welcomes you
Just remember when you’re passing thru
Everything started with the blues
There’s a place that they call Witch Dance
Where not one blade of grass will grow
There’s a place that they call Witch Dance
Where not one blade of grass will grow
Something awful bad went down there
Or so the story goes

You can read all about it
On a sign by the side of the road
You can read all about it
On a sign by the side of the road
But sometimes the way things happened
Ain’t the way the story’s told

Jesus is Lord of Picayune
And Mississippi welcomes you
Jesus is Lord of Picayune
And Mississippi welcomes you
Just remember when you’re passing thru
Everything started with the blues
He broke his Nehi bottle
And laid it cross the strings
He broke his Nehi bottle
And laid it cross the strings
Then he took that Sears & Roebuck Silvertone
And really made that guitar sing

That’s all right mama
Any way you do
That’s all right now mama
Any ole way you do
We all feel it too
Cause everything started with the blues

Kate Campbell / Mark Narmore
© 2002 Large River Music (BMI)
March Family Music/Caketaker Music/Sony ATV Tree Music (BMI)

A Cotton Field Away

A child of three
Reaches out to touch
And only sees
Pretty powder puffs
Down the road
A black child plays
But the dreams he holds lie
A cotton field away

The fires burn bright
A window breaks
Another one dies
A momma’s heart aches
Behind locked doors
A white man prays
And thanks the Lord he lives
A cotton field away

If we could see
Beyond the clouds
We both might be
On common ground

We met in school
By court’s decree
I learned real soon
You were a lot like me
Across the land
They say things have changed
But still we stand
A cotton field away

Kate Campbell / Ira Campbell / Johnny Pierce
© 1994 Large River Music (BMI) / Fame Music (BMI)
Cedarsong Publishing (BMI)

Jesus And Tomatoes

I bought a pack of seeds
Tennessee Bradleys
The best homegrown you’ll find
How it happened I don’t know
Must’ve been the Miracle-Gro
Oh I could not believe my eyes
In my tomato bed
A holy image blood red

Smile, God loves you
I see him on the vine
This just might be a sign
Help me I’m confused
So many brands to choose
Jesus and tomatoes coming soon

Folks came from miles around
They laid their money down
To see that ripe phenomenon
It even made the evening news
And had a website too
This vegetable from heaven (or is it a fruit)
What rose up from the dirt
Now sells on t-shirts

The profits kept rolling in
I prayed they’d never end
And filed for tax exemption
I heard a knocking at my door
It was a lawyer for the Lord
Saying don’t do this no more
I said come and dine with me
We’ll have a BLT

Kate Campbell / Ira Campbell / Johnny Pierce
© 1997 Large River Music (BMI) / Cedarsong Publishing (BMI)

Tupelo’s Too Far

I can see Saltillo Street
And the house where I was born
I can hear gospel songs
From the church on Sunday morn
Saturday nights around the radio
Life was simple then
But this road I’m on won’t take me there
You can’t go back again

I wish I could take route 78
And be there in no time
Rest beneath the sweet gum trees
Leave all my cares behind
But Tupelo’s too far

I never dreamed I would be
A king much less a star
And I never knew that what I loved
Could also break my heart
I always thought if I just sang
Everything would be alright
And I don’t know what went wrong
But I’m lonesome tonight

Kate Campbell / Ira Campbell
© 1996 Large River Music (BMI)

Look Away

I can still recall the night
Lightning burned the mansion down
We all stood in out pajamas
On that hallowed southern ground
When the flames had turned to ashes
Only blackened bricks remained
And sixteen stately Doric columns
There beneath a veil of gray

And it’s a long and slow surrender
Retreating from the past
It’s important to remember
To fly the flag half-mast
And look away

I was taught by elders wiser
Love your neighbor, love your God
Never saw a cross on fire
Never saw an angry mob
I saw sweet magnolia blossoms
I chased lightening bugs at night
Never dreaming others saw our way of life
In black and white

Part of me hears voices crying
Part of me can feel their weight
Part of me believes that mansion
Stood for something more than hate

Kate Campbell / Walt Aldridge
© 1995 Fame Publishing Company Inc. (BMI)
Rick Hall Music Inc. / Watertown Music (ASCAP)

Rosa’s Coronas/Lanterns On The Levee

Como estas? My name is Rosa and like my mother before me
Everyday I roll cigars and they’re the finest in the world
To pass the time the reader reads about the violence in America
And I pray for my daughter and her baby girl

Late one night they took a boat ninety miles from Havana
To escape the only life I’ve ever known
She could have been just like me, a well-respected working woman
Who believes in her country and her home

And I wonder as I roll where will each one go
Will they land in the hands of kings and presidents
It’s an art, it’s a skill, and some would even kill
Just for one of Rosa’s coronas

It’s everywhere in the news that John Paul is on his way
And for years I’ve longed to see the Holy Father’s parade
We’ve been told not to go or production falls behind
But I know the quota won’t be made that day

You can fall like the rain
And I will be a river
Winding forever

You have always been a rock
A silent hurricane
A light of focus when I could not see
Now I want you to know
If there comes a need
You can count on me

You can fall like the rain
And I will be a river
Winding forever
Strong and true
I’ll carry you away
To the peaceful water
And lanterns on the levee
Will shine for you

There are storms on the horizon
That you won’t even see
Until the cold, relentless winds appear
But you won’t have to worry
No you won’t have to fear
There’s shelter here

No, you won’t have to worry
You won’t have to fear
I’ll be here

Kate Campbell / Ira Campbell / Johnny Pierce
© 1994 & 1999 Large River Music (BMI) / Fame Music (BMI)
Cedarsong Publishing (BMI)

Occasionally it happens, that thing I wish would happen every time I put a CD in the player. I am taken from the first notes, the first few seconds, and counting.

– Per Gyllingberg / The Bull’s Place

Kate Campbell is a great singer and a magnificent songwriter.

– Henrik Lindén / Red Hot Rock Magazine

Singer-songwriter Kate Campbell has long been one of those whose work I have championed. Her studious songs are of the kind that edge their way to one’s heart, opposed to knocking you sideways or hitting you front on with some hooky lyric or infectious melody. Although she can do this too!

– Maurice Hope / Flyin’ Shoes

Closing up with the eight minutes fusion of 1999’s “Rosa’s Corona” and “Lanterns On The Levee” from 1994, she’s given a rapturous response. Give it a listen, you’ll likely find yourself clapping too!

– Mike Davies / Net Rhythms

Thirteen albums on in her career, it’s finally here – Singer-songwriter Kate Campbell releases for the first time a live CD – And what an album it is!

– Benny Metten / Ctrl Alt Country

For many people the live album Two Nights In Texas will provide a pleasant initial acquaintance with the work of 50 years old American singer-songwriter Kate Campbell. For the many fans that know her since longer time, this record will be a valuable combination of the best songs selected from the previous records that she has released during her successful musical career.

– Valére Samperman / Rootstime

5 Stars – Stunning. A potent musical concoction.

– Arthur Wood, Maverick