So Sang the Whippoorwill

by Run Boy Run

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about

Doing a weekly radio show for a few decades a man sometimes feels he has heard way too much music and he avoids cafes where singer/songwriters perform and puts his iPod in the drawer and enjoys long silent walks in the snowy woods and then along comes this very band, Run Boy Run, two fiddles, mandolin, cello, and bass, young musicians who have caught the spirit of the traditional and who combine bold playing and beautiful harmony singing, which is a miracle whenever you hear it. My only quibble was whether they shouldn’t separate the Boy from the Run Run with a pair of commas, but now I think not. I saw them clear late one night at a party when they played for three hours straight, unamplified, and danced while they did it, and wanted to play more but the van was leaving. I am old and jaded but I still have my hearing and when I hear Run Boy Run, it all comes back to me, why I started doing that show back then. I hope they go on forever.
– Garrison Keillor

We would like to thank…
Our parents for the gift of music and teaching us to pursue what we love.
Our families for your love and support.
Our friends and fans for your enthusiasm.
Our Kickstarter contributors for helping put this album in your hands.
Our artists Amy, Alex, Joe, and Aubreigh for all the great design ideas and contributions.
Laura Kepner-Adney for her help in the studio
Don Gest, Julie Sullivan, and Ben Sandoval for all the opportunities, guidance, and introductions.
Garrison Keillor and A Prairie Home Companion; Planet Bluegrass and the Telluride Bluegrass Festival; FFOTM and the Pickin’ in the Pines Bluegrass festival.
And finally, our engineer and co-producer, Jim, for his patience, his enthusiasm, and his work.

credits

released 19 March 2013

by Sky Island Records

Run Boy Run is…
Jesse Allen (Upright Bass)
Grace Rolland (Vocals, Cello)
Matt Rolland (Fiddle)
Bekah Sandoval (Vocals, Fiddle, Guitar)
Jen Sandoval (Vocals, Mandolin)

Produced by Run Boy Run and Jim Brady.
Recorded at Jim Brady Recording Studios in Tucson, Arizona.
Tracking, mixing, and mastering by Jim Brady.
Album packaging by Alex Parisi.
Album illustration by Aubreigh Brunschwig.
Photography by Amy Martell.

All songs published through ASCAP (J. Allen, G. Rolland, J. Sandoval) and BMI (all others) and managed by Modern Works Publishing.

For booking, please contact booking@runboyrunband.com

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Track Name: So Sang the Whippoorwill
So sang the whippoorwill
Light on the windowsill
Track Name: Silver Dagger
Don't sing love songs--you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand is a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride

All men are false, says my mother
They'll tell you wicked and lovin' lies
Then the very next evening they'll court another
Leave you alone to pine and sight

My daddy is a handsome Devil
He's got a chain five miles long
And on every link a heart does dangle
For another maid he's loved and wronged

I bid you go and court another
Make sure that she will be your wife
For I've been warned and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life

Don't sing love songs--you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand is a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride
Track Name: Red Rocking Chair
Oh I ain’t got no use for your red rocking chair
I ain’t got no honey baby now
I ain’t got no sugar baby now

Who’ll rock the cradle, who’ll sing my song
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone
Who’ll rock the cradle when I’m gone

I will rock the cradle I will sing your song
I will rock the cradle when you’re gone
I will rock the cradle when you’re gone

Some old rounder came along with his eyes full of gold
rounder came and he stole my jelly roll
rounder came and he stole my jelly roll

It’s all I can do and it’s all I can say
Take it to your mama next pay day
Take it to your mama next pay day

I ain’t got no use for your red rocking chair
I ain’t got no honey baby now
I ain’t got no sugar baby now
I ain’t got no honey baby now
I ain’t got no sugar baby now

Living on corn whiskey now
Track Name: Cora Belle
Let it ring across the dell
I’m in love with Cora Belle
Kissed her once then I kissed her twice
My heart rang like a bell does chime

Hair like autumn cheeks a bloom
Voice sweet as a springtime tune
Come to me my Cora Belle
In this heart forever dwell

You’ve a kindness in your eye
Like the early morning sky
And a smile like the spring
Love it brightens everything

Cora Belle now listen here
This old heart is yours my dear
Rain or shine come sickness health
Still I love my Cora Belle

Sir dear sir hear what I say
She’s to me as light to day
Til the sun falls from the sky
Til my soul to him does fly

You’ve a kindness in your eye
Like the early morning sky
And a smile like the spring
Love it brightens everything

Follow me through valleys deep
Rivers wide and mountains steep
For you know I’d follow you
To the ends of the earth my love be true

Hair like autumn cheeks of bloom
voice sweet as a springtime tune
come to me my cora belle
in this heart forever dwell

You’ve a kindness in your eye
Like the early morning sky
And a smile like the spring
Love it brightens everything
Track Name: Roving Davey
Stars and stripes are chasing my tail
If blue skies fell I’d chase them to hell
I’d find me a cab and drive off the map
Sayin’ goodbye to hard times and never look back

I find me a hill when I need a view
and I seek out a road and walk ‘til I’m new
It doesn’t take wealth to buy a new day
I’ll never be rich ‘cuz happy don’t pay

My name is Roving Davey
My door’s always open, I threw out the key
Let’s form us a square and stomp down our cares
Now dance to the right, don’t you take all night

Black-eyed Susans and red rocking chairs
A checkerboard love life of loss and despair
I never found nothing that never saw use
But a fine lady’s eye that went roving too

I met a man who circled the world
He offered me food to trade him a tune
That tune traveled round and found me again
in the hollers and hills of an old string band

My name is Roving Davey
My door’s always open, I threw out the key
Let’s form us a square and stomp down our cares
Now dance to the right, don’t you take all night

I hitched a ride to a 12 o’clock dance
Oh the caller’s now callin’ so grab someone’s hand
String up the banjo, and rosin the bow
For as long as there’s dancin, there’s somewhere to go

My name is Roving Davey
My door’s always open, I threw out the key
Let’s form us a square and stomp down our cares
Now dance to the right, don’t you take all night
Track Name: Little Girl
Little Girl up to my knee, little girl up to my knee
Stray not far away from me
For your papa’s growing old
For the air is growing cold

Little Girl up to my hip, little girl up to my hip
Come upon my knee and sit
For your papa’s growing old
For the air is growing cold

Little Girl up to my chest, little girl up to my chest
Lay me down now soft to rest
For your papa’s growing old
For the air is growing cold
Track Name: Two Brothers
Two brothers by blood, bound together by life
A knot that was severed by a knife in the night
And down on the beaches of old Mexico
You can still hear them crying for the life that they stole

They crossed for adventure, some pesos to spend
A lust quickly filled, by a bottle with no end
Stumbling and bleary, they spilled to the night
The liquor hot, their fists clenched to fight

Oh Mexico, my heart is broken
Oh, foolish ways, the night has spoken

The man in the moon shone down on the horror
My brother reared back, death drawing him closer
He whipped out his ‘chester, for fun and for show
But a flash in the moonlight and his knife dropped below

I cradled his head, as the devil fled from him
Cursing the darkness and the hell we were in
No goodbyes were uttered as I held to his hand
Stripped of my kin, left to drink up my sin

Oh Mexico, my heart is broken
Oh, foolish ways, the night has spoken

At Manuel’s cantina, their tab is still open
The band keeps on playing, inviting us back over
But a candle of Mary, and a red rosary
Show the neighbors remember how his blood stained the street

The burden of witness, the burden of booze
Burns in the darkness like salt on his wound
And down in the valley, where the brother did fall
There’s still this old troubadour to sing of it all

Oh Mexico, my heart is broken
Oh, foolish ways, the night has spoken
Track Name: Hoot Owl
Hoot Owl Standing out here waiting in the dark, in the dark
Hoot Owl Call won’t you call on back to me

Walked all night with nothing to light this dark path ahead
A memory and your luring voice
Don’t know when I’ll find you don’t know if I should try
But I’ll keep calling till I’m hoarse it keeps me alive

Hoot Owl Standing out here waiting in the dark, in the dark
Hoot Owl Call won’t you call on back to me

The grey wolf he’s a charmer, once I followed him
He led me far unto his den but would not let me in
The night bird sings so prettily you’d think that it’s God’s song
I look to the trees when nightfall comes and he’s long gone

Hoot Owl Standing out here waiting in the dark, in the dark
Hoot Owl Call won’t you call on back to me

Now I’ve heard tales of what you know and what your wide eyes see
To find you is to leave behind all decent company
In the dark is where you abide, you don’t want to be found
Here I am straining my ears for hints of your sound
Track Name: Down in the Willow Garden
Down in the willow garden
Where me and my true love did meet
It was there we went a courting
My love fell off to sleep
And I had a bottle of burgundy wine
My true love she did not know
It was there I poisoned that dear little girl
Down on the banks below

I drew my saber through her
It was a bloody knife
I threw her into the river
Oh what a dreadful sight
My father often told me
That money would set me free
If I'd but murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly

Now father stands at his cabin door
Wiping his tear dimmed eyes
Mourning the loss of his own dear son
Upon the scaffold high
My race is run beneath the sun
Now hell is waiting for me
For I did murder that dear little girl
Whose name was Rose Connelly
Track Name: Lucinda Jones / Cherokee Trail
With hair like flames, Lucinda Jones
Struck out for the West
The widowed mother by herself
Deciding what is best

She fled from war of South and North
A war of Blue and Grey
Found another conflict there
The Texan-Comanche

Two invading forces meet
Innocents would pay
Homesteaders and Cherokee
Would find it hard to stay

The neighbors with the feather bed
Attacked out of the blue
“Blood and feathers everywhere”
That’s what war will do

The dragon mother settled in
The Devil could not scare
The matriarch with child in hand
The woman with red hair
Track Name: In the Tea Garden
In the tea garden
In the tea garden
In the tea garden
We wait for the rain

We’ll be here a’ waiting
We’ll be here a’ waiting
We’ll be here a’ waiting
Until the Sun comes out again

Linger here beside me
Linger here beside me
Stay beside me
Don’t run away

Let’s just watch the pouring rain
Let’s just watch the pouring rain
Let’s watch the pouring rain
And wait for dawn to bring the day

Moon will Rise, the sky will fall
But day will follow