The Spiritual Kind - Lyrics

Bottom of a Hill
By Terri Hendrix

I live at the bottom of a hill
Where its been known to flood
I close my eyes everytime it rains
I pray I never have to move my stuff
I let the grass get a little to high
So the dandelions can grow
What some call weeds I call flowers
It’s my yard to mow

Property taxes have hit the sky
It takes two paychecks
And credit cards to get by
To keep my electric bill low
I turn off the AC and open up the windows
They build the houses to close
You can hear the neighbors that’s the proof
You don’t have to be no Indiana Jones
To jump from roof to roof

I roll up that hill to get my pay
I roll back down at the end of the day
But I’m doing alright
I’m here with you tonight
I know where I am and where I stand
In this big world
I’m doing alright
Without a view of the city lights
I believe I found my soul
At the bottom of a hill

It’s the yin and yang of the business thang
Everyone sings when the register rings
Everyone cries when the money dries up
While you and I tough it out
We’ve got more wind chimes
Than we have trees
More prayers than time
To spend on our knees
I’m here for you you’re here for me
Let there be no doubt


"The Spiritual Kind"
Terri Hendrix

I am the spiritual kind
I keep a cross in my pocket for some peace of mind
I hold onto it when I need a little faith
When I'm lost I find I'm the spiritual kind

I'm a little bit Catholic and a little bit Jew
I'm a little bit Baptist and Episcopal too
Some call what I say blasphemy
I'm the spiritual kind it makes no difference to me

My friend Cathy is the spiritual kind
She jumps in her Jacuzzi to clear her mind
She keeps a statue of Buddha by her hot tub
When her soul gets cold she gives his belly a rub

Now some folks say he is and some say he ain't
But for me Saint Christopher is still a saint
When I get lost he don't leave me behind
He's always been guide for the spiritual kind

Now Antone and Jesse are up in heaven
Playin' in the choir with their amps on eleven
Stubb's is feedin' every angel he can find
You know it’s blues and bar-b-que for the spiritual kind

The Dalai Lama says the art of happiness
Is learnin' how to live on a whole lot less
To understand it all takes an open mind
You know I'm just another student of the spiritual kind

It's a mighty hard row my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your dustbowl and westward we rolled
And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
Slept on the ground by the light of the moon
On the edge of your cities you'll see us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, I've make all your crops
Well it's up North to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
To set on your table your sweet sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the waters run down
Every state in this Union us migrants have been
We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

There should be no spaces ... my Mac is acting weird ... sorry!

It's always we ramble, that river and I

All along your green valleys I'll work 'til I die

My land I'll defend with my life if need be

Cause my pastures of plenty

Must always be free


Acre of Land
By Terri Hendrix

To grow a garden
You’ve gotta have patience
You need to work in it everyday
Mother nature will give you the most resistance
But you can turn it into something anyway

Some throw seeds and cross their fingers
Some plant what they want in a row
If my thumb was just a little bit greener
I’d have what I’ve been trying to grow

I’ve been able to stand on my own acre of land
And when the wind blows me away
I’ve been able to stay

Some call it luck some call it will
I’ve got something inside no storm can kill
I’ve been through the fire
I’ve been through the flood
The sun beats me down but I get back up

What is the Color of the Soul
By Jimmy Driftwood
Additional lyrics by Terri Hendrix

Tell me tell me if you can
What is the color of the soul of a man
Black or yellow white or tan
What is the color of the soul of a man

My grandma said I was a silly goose
For asking questions when there ain't no use
I can not tell you the reason why
But I'll keep askin' till I die

A blue man sat in a green man's pew
The green man said you rascal you
They beat eachother on the head
They fought eachother till the smart man said

I know some people who are chicken-fried
Something crawled up in their heart and died
All that's left of them are sticks and stones
And their words can chew you to the bone

A red man married a snow white maid
Now all their kids are a copper shade
You know it puzzles me both day and night
Will their children's souls be red or white

Soul of my Soul
By Terri Hendrix

The river knows how high the water will rise
The wind knows just where the fire will go
You know me just as well
Better than I know myself

Stay don’t walk away
Stay don’t walk away

Forgive my faults
Sometimes I can shake the ground
Follow my life my weakness is easily found
Soul of my soul skin of my skin
I breathe you out I breathe you in

Things change things change
Yea things change things change

Things changed for her
When you voted for Bush
Put on a bra put away your tie dyes
Found religion got born again
Then let a man come between you and your friends
You swore it would never happen
But it did
Cause things change things change

Things changed for you
When she got a nose ring
And suddenly thought she knew everything
As if how she looked
Made her oh so worldly wise
The fact is you buy national geographic
She’s been to Africa
I kind of like that dress
She brought back for me
Cause the label says fits one size
But things change things change

Things change
That’s for sure
Only the best of friends
Will endure
Each other
When things change

Things changed for me
When ya’ll didn’t call when I lost my job
Then my dog died he was diabetic
I didn’t know it till he was gone
Then both my folks were in the hospital
The same week the week I buried my dog
And the only one who sent me a card
Was my gynocologist
Cause I missed my appointment
Things change they sure do change

Things changed for all of us
Kids work health money this that and the other
I got so scared I just wanted to shake under the covers
And wait in the dark with my fist drawn
Ready to slap life in the face
And kick fate where it hurts
I searched all over my house
For my favorite singer
She’s on an unmarked tape
As if her voice could bring me peace
And as if … I even had a cassette player
That worked anymore

There’s no doubt about it
Things change

I can’t get no love in Texas
It’s just hot air and cactus
All work and Taxes
Red lights and traffic
You know
I can’t get no love

Wanted to be your sexy and still be naïve
Wanted to be everything and more each time you looked at me
I gotta tell you
I can’t get no love

Wanted to be your only just a little bit of company
Now it’s a white knuckled flight
Thinkin’ ‘bout fantasies
With a copy of fear of flying
Tucked between my knees

Got these vampires at my window
Scratchin’ on the screen
They wanna take me on a head trip
Leave behind a crime scene
That’s a freaky kind of love

Sometimes my soul gets junky and I feel real funky
Like a bird in a cage or a dog on a chain
And like there’s a barrel of monkey’s swingin’ through my brain

Jim Thorpe’s Blues
By Terri Hendrix

The great Jim Thorpe was Indian pride
The athlete of the century was cast aside
They took his medals right out of his hand
And buried nuclear waste on Indian land
Nuclear waste on Indian land

We’ve got high tech people with low tech souls
And dot com wifi Internet polls
We curse the wind and use the sun to tan
And bury nuclear waste on Indian land
Nuclear waste on Indian land

Run Geronimo Run
They’re gonna seal the deal
With a forked tongue
If you knew back then
What we know now
You’d run Geronimo run
Yea

We’ve got arrow heads we’ve got beaded bags
With made in china sticker covered up by price tags
Something for nothing will one day be
Nothing for something for you and me
Nothing for something for you and me

All I know about Indian history
Is what I’ve seen on the TV screen
I’ve been a tourist
I’ve had my picture made
And spent a fortune on a slot machine that never paid
Nothin for something for you and me

The great Jim Thorpe was Indian pride
The athlete of the century was cast aside
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust it’s anybody’s guess who we can trust
And it’s the guys in ties who will shake your hand
And bury nuclear waste on Indian land
Nuclear waste on Indian land

If I had a daughter, I'd tell her that the first breath of life is the easiest. From then on out it takes years of practice. Cause if you know how to keep air in your lungs then you'll survive when fate tackles you, rubs your face in the Astroturf, and grinds its cleats into your back. I'd tell her that it's better to be out there on the field of life takin' hits and makin' touchdowns than bitchin' about the game in the bleachers.

If I had a daughter, I'd teach her how to face life and its peaks and valleys with grit, modesty, hope, compassion, and love. I'd want her to accept herself. I'd want her to watch the stars instead of her weight, love her body, feed her soul, dance with her curves, see those blue veins as a masterpiece, howl at the moon instead of her hair, and to live inside out.

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If I had a daughter ... 

If I had a daughter, I'd teach her to hold her head high and strut through this world as a "more than" instead of a "less than." She'd trust her voice, speak her mind, and seek the truth. Cause if it talks like a duck and walks like a duck then yes, it might be a skunk. 

If I had a daughter, she'd know that gay or straight, pin-striped or polka-dotted, tye-dyed or solid, straight-laced or bent, she'd have my acceptance and blessing in regards to whomever she gave her heart to. If I had a daughter, I'd give her a compass so if she was lost, she could find her way back to reality. And when her soul hit the low notes and her heart was a kick drum, I'd teach her how to turn it into song. 

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If I had a daughter 

If I had a daughter, I'd want her to be willing to venture into the great unknown. But I'd make sure she had the blueprints to build her own universe. If I had a daughter, I would carry her with me in every breath of every moment. I would wake with her name on my lips and go to bed with her dreams in my heart. If I had a daughter ...

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If I had a daughter ... 

Life's A Song
By John Hadley & Sean Locke

Lately I've been countin' up all my days good and bad
I found that joy has more than doubled all the trouble I've had
From now on I'm not gonna worry about what might be
I know I'm part of something a whole lot bigger than me

Life's a song we're all singing
Life's a song that never ends
We pass it on to sons and daughters and it starts all over again

We're all one big family like the stars in the sky
When we fall all the others shine on through the night

Life's a song we're all singing
Life's a song that never ends
We pass it on to sons and daughters and it starts all over again

For all the ashes on the wind and the bones beneath the ground
Another babies born and this world keeps spinning 'round ... and 'round

Lately I've been countin' up all my days good and bad
I found that joy has more than doubled all the trouble I've had
From now on I'm not gonna worry about what might be
I know I'm part of something a whole lot bigger than me

Mood Swing
By Terri Hendrix and Lloyd Maines
Louis Prima, Buck R. and Sidney Mitchell

Anita O’Day died yesterday "Stop! The Red Light's On"
Stanley you said that the lady could play
With a word and make it a song
My head was spinnin’ along with your records
I had too much homemade wine
From Ella Fitzgerald to Nina Simone
You made your music mine

Sing sing sing sing
Everybody start to sing … now you’re singin’ with swing
Swing swing swing swing
Everybody start to swing … now you’re swingin’ while you sing

I took the stage like a match to a page
I bought every songbook I could find
I was Wildcat Kelley in "Don’t Fence Me In" singin’ Cole Porter
And "Ridin’ high."
My head was spinnin’ along with the records
I played them just to unwind
From Hoagy Carmichael to Duke Ellington
I tool the "A Train" to clear up my mind

Betty Carter on the outside of the field
You gotta run the red lights and never yield
Honk your horn and improvise with knives and spoons
Spike Jones made a masterpiece out of a cartoon
Chet Baker, John Coltrane
Straight up on the rocks with nicotine stains
The Rat Pack, Vegas, and Keely Smith
Louis Prima wrote this song now here it is
"Sing Sing Sing"