Lucinda Williams Pineola written by Lucinda Williams

Gurf Morlix guitar
Doug Atwell fiddle
Duane Jarvis guitar
John Ciambotti bass
Donald Lindley drums
Byron Berline fiddle

When Daddy told me what happened
I couldn’t believe what he just said
Sonny shot himself with a 44 and they found him lyin on his bed
I could not speak a single word no tears streamed down my face
I just sat there on the living room couch staring off into space
Mama and Daddy went over to the house to see what had to be done
They took the sheets off of the bed and they went to call someone
Some of us gathered at a friend’s house to help each other ease the
pain
I just sat alone in a corner chair I couldn’t say much of anything
We drove on out to the country
His friends all stood around
Subiaco Cemetery is where we lay him down
I saw his mama, she was standing there his sister she was there too
I saw them look at us standing around the grave and not a soul they
knew
Born and raised in Pineola his mama believed in the Pentecost
She got the preacher to say some words so his soul wouldn’t get lost

SOLO

Some of us we stood in silence some bowed their heads and prayed

I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave

I think I must’ve picked up a handful of dust and let it fall over his
grave

SOLO

From Lucinda Williams “Sweet Old World’
Chameleon Records 19992
Lucy Jones Music(BMI)

Lucinda Williams Little Angel Little Brother by Lucinda Williams

Gurf Morlix guitar/background vocals
Duane Jarvis guitar
John Ciambottio bass
Donald Lindley drums
Jim Lauderdale background vocals
Gia Ciambottio background vocals
Doug Atwell fiddle

Your R & B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks
I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words
Little angel little brother
Your bad habits and your attitude
Your restless ways and your solitude
I see you leaning your lanky frame
Just inside the door
A figure behind the kitchen screen
Staring down at the floor
Little angel little brother

SOLO

Little angel little brother
Your passion for Shakespeare and your paperbacks
Your chess pieces and your wisecracks
I see you sleeping in the car
Curled up on the back seat
Parked outside of a bar
An empty bottle at your feet
Little angel little brother
Your R & B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks
I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words
Little angel little brother
Little angel little brother of mine

From Lucina Williams “Sweet Old World”
Chameleon Records 1992
Lucy Jones Music(BMI)