Sabbatical Lyrics (Copyright 2013 All Rights Reserved)
 

Kingsnake   (Foster)            
Lock the door behind you, don’t forgot the key 
Someone killed a Kingsnake, out on the street… 
I walked five miles to sing to you, five more to come clean 
Now I’m walking with aboriginals on this road to human being 
Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to me 
I’m a little angry on this road to human being 
You say you’re a Sheppard, but where are your sheep 
We feel like lemmings, out on the street… 
Go and find your kingsnake, let the world know you’re free 
Lock the door behind you, and make a man out of me 
Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to me 
I’m a little angry on this road to human being 
I watch you sleeping; I can hear your dreams 
Walking tall together on this road to human being 
I’ve got binders of wonder, a blender full of juice, 
I’m under the banner of heaven, oh god what’s the use 
A chorus full of memories and a pocket full of dreams 
I’ve got these feet that will take me further than my looks ever could it seems 
Maybe we’ll argue, just to get a rise, five more miles for fun, while the sun is still full of shine 
          
Wrap Your Arms (Foster)  
Running with volcanoes, push their energy 
Wonder what tomorrow may bring 
Life’s too short to be easy, there are no certainties 
But with waves of enlightenment, crashing on the beach 
Wrap your arms around me, make it warm and free 
Let your guard fall wayside and whisper your beliefs 
Wrap your arms around me, let us forget the day 
Let our dreams be married, we’ll wash it all away 
In the days we travel and by night lie awake and breathe 
Every touch of your body seems to sing a reprieve 
If there is no tomorrow, no runs or evolving leads 
I always know you’re near dear, drawing glances from the trees 
There are many tears in lifetimes that you’ll see 
Muscles flex, weakness spreads, a letter weeps 
Voices heard and voices lost, while paths they are forged 
Time slows while days grow short let us remember 
I’ll grow you fresh flowers and wash the dirt away 
Let our dreams be married, (wash it away) 
  
Sevens (Foster)                      
Cleans the bar with bathtub gin, drug runners at the Inn 
Firewood’s not cutting itself, homesick though never left 
Feels the traitor’s the plague, she learned that in the 7th grade 
Oilcan Fosters in the shade, to avoid the next disaster 
She looked like 7-miles of broken road, 7-years of bad luck toll 
Waiting for the lucky 7’s to roll, to her North Country home 
Outsiders need not apply, her old man said to stay alive 
You don’t need a cat, dog, knife or a gun to survive 
Near sighted, can’t afford the bill, one eye open, drinking her fill 
On these winding roads, a hard time, not to blur the line 
One beer shy of DUI, the honest truth before she lies 
Killed dead in storied surprise, found gone, while still alive 
Unregulated and uneducated, do whatever, to be fixated 
Travelling faster than she ever let me while going nowhere quick 
Fighting herself, a double edged sword, supporting the worst enemy lord 
Angels, demons, a daily plight, a hard life, a long winter’s night 
I’ve sold my soul to play this old guitar 
But ol’ Rudy, she’s got it plenty hard 
7-miles of broken road, 7 years of bad luck’s toll 
Back to her North Country home, back to her North Country home 
  
Let it Show (Foster/Gillette) 
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine.  Gonna let it grow to clear our minds 
When you’re feeling low, when you’re feeling sad, just let the sun shine in, it won’t be so bad 
When you feeling down in the weeds 
Look up high and go find your dreams 
When everyone seems so sad and gray 
Call on me and I’ll be on my way 
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine.  Gonna let it grow to clear our minds 
When you’re falling down you’ll be free 
Look up mama, come and rescue me 
When you’re travelling on that open road 
Reach up high and let it show 
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine.  Gonna let it grow to clear our minds 
The days you’re feeling sad and low 
Just call my name, I’m gonna let it show 
When your words no longer speak 
Dig deep baby, because it’s all for keeps 
Gonna let it show, gonna let shine.  Gonna let it grow to clear our minds 
When you’re feeling low, when you’re feeling sad, just let the sun shine in, it won’t be so bad 

Sam   (Foster) 
Buck Island beauties, dancing in the street 
Keeping time with a beech wood tree 
All the folks stomping on their feet 
And the dogs they’ve long been asleep 
I’m just a man from Moscow you see 
Sharing my song from sea to shining sea 
And now the dogs are swimming home 
Working off a bender the size of Idaho 
 One last walk in the wilderness 
One more round at Wildcliff 
One last song to say goodnight 
One last summer here, on Cranberry 
 Should have went on down to Memphis or Austin 
Or maybe stayed awhile in Bakersfield 
But not Nashville, no one loves that place 
And it don’t matter, no memories to erase 
All the town sings about the good times 
But I was only four years old 
And they said you were too young, in your prime 
A bark-eater’s heart and a Snake River smile 
From Idaho to Tennessee, Buck Island to V.T. 
I hear you and Parsons sing 
With old man Cash and Leadbelly 
Right on back to Cranberry 

Peaks & Valleys (Foster/Gillette) 
Peaks and valleys, they run deep.  In these land of fences, baby don’t you weep 
We’re shooting for Franklin; we’ve been driving all night 
Heading back from Redding, got good things on our mind 
Peaks and valleys; get on your knees. Why these land of fences never bothered me 
We’re shooting for Boston, we’ve been flying all night 
Heading back from Houston, everything’s going to be fine 
They never heard my songs, haven’t sang ‘em too long 
We’ll sing it all night long, straight out to the crowd 
Well I left Virginia, to make my mamma proud, the pain from Richmond left a darkened cloud 
Now we’re shooting for Houston, we’ve been driving all night 
Heading back from Jackson, going to make it home tonight 
Still getting over the facts on my cold hard face 
With showers of broken glass shattered out into space 
Life’s peaks and valleys, they run deep. Out west in the canyons, I hear echoes of the deceased 
We’re shooting for Houston; we’ve been driving all night 
Heading back from Jackson, going to make it home tonight 

They’ve never heard my songs, haven’t sang ‘em too long 
We’ll sing it all night long, straight out to the crowd 

Sabbatical (Foster) 
The salt of the ocean, sweet smell of spring, travel the speed limit, I’ve got nowhere to be 
I put my hands in the water; neck out for freedom, what’s the worst that could happen; 
For a man to follow his dreams 
I get a little rowdy, still speak clearly; I’ll fall on my face or stand like a redwood tree 
I raise my hands up, peace sign for victory, saying it’s not my time; it’s not my time you see 
Wading through grey pines, leaving the man behind; sit up to see, there’s only 20 miles to go 
We’ve only got one mind; make it count in real-time, go mold your key, take a sabbatical with me 
 I hate leaving home again; always this time of year; with garden growing, better grab another beer 
Watching the birds fly; I love watching birds fly, 6000 miles just to chase their wings 
The taste of whiskey, green with envy, leave the 9-5, there’s only 20 miles to go 
Loosen the ties that bind, set the canvass how you like, leave the monkeys to fight, 
Dare to test your dreams (it’s not my time, it’s not my time) 
Laying down I feel skinny again, me and my goofy grin, should you slap my face or kiss me again? 
I wonder why a grown man, can’t sit here and cry, but has to say he’s got dust in his eye 
(It’s not  my time, it’s not my time) 

The Divide (Foster) 
Making our way through the divide, one eye on the road, one eye on the prize 
Maybe there will be one thing to unite us, making our way through the divide 
Take a man’s money, he’ll go insane, don’t pick it up, you’ll be to blame 
My bank roll doesn’t fold, making our way, the way I’m told 
Eye contact promise that you can’t see, face the devil and state your creed 
Get on your knees to sing, making our way to solve everything 
A nation at war will settle the score, musical chairs and steam rolls 
Cheat & steal, I’ve got mine, making our way through the divide 
Making our way through the divide, one eye on the road, one eye on the prize 
Maybe there will be one thing to unite us, making our way through the divide 
I’m lost like a motherless child, like a compass that trusts desire 
Break a few eggs against the train, making our way through all the pain 
 
All songs Copyright 2015 Jonathan Foster

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