Dust Bowl - American Stories

by Grant Maloy Smith

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Come live the struggles and ultimately the triumph of the Dust Bowl. On this epic album, three years in the making, Grant Maloy Smith will take you on a trip back through time, to the American Great Plains of the 1930s. America had become the bread basket of the world by learning how to plow the prairie grass up and turn it into wheat, cotton, and other valuable crops.

The reviews are coming in, and they are stunning. John Apice of NO DEPRESSION writes:

“…songs that have the lyrics and music as potent as Woody Guthrie, as intense as John Trudell and dusted with the trials and tribulations of Tom Joad – Steinbeck and “The Grapes of Wrath.”

“…a stew of American stories I don’t think any other singer/songwriter can approach today…”

“(Old Black Roller) This is a monster track – bound to become a classic…”

“Grant’s ability to capture the heartland in his music is amazing.”

“…this is all Grant Maloy Smith at his cleverest. And for my buck, this is where commercial country doesn’t go.”

“This is Grant Maloy Smith’s “Nebraska” and he has written a heartland masterpiece.”

“Grant is flawless in his interpretation and the music has guts with countrified rousing notes.”

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released June 1, 2017

The album "Dust Bowl - American Stories"
℗ 2017 Suburban Cowboy Music | © 2017 Grant Maloy Smith (BMI)
Produced by Grant Maloy Smith and Jeff Silverman

Players on the album include:
Bill Wittman - Bass Guitar
Cathy Clasper-Torch - Fiddle
George Correia - Drums
Dorie Pride - Backing Vocals
Gareth Laffely - Native American Flute
Grant Maloy Smith - Vocals, Acoustic and Guitars, Piano, Banjo, Mandolin, Percussion
Jeff Taylor - Accordion
Jessica Zeltzer - Backing Vocals
Katie Perkins - Vocals
Ken Thomas - Banjo
Lorenza Ponce - Violin
Mike Johnson - Pedal Steel, Lap Steel
Rob Ickes - Dobro and Lap Steel
Rocio Marron - Violin
Scott Vestal - Banjo
Steve Stokes - Fiddle and Mandolin
Skoota Warner - Drums
Tim Lorsch - Cello, Viola, Violin
Tommy Mandel - B3, Melotron, Wurlitzer
Troy Klontz - Pedal Steel, Dobro
Wouter Kellerman - Flute

Recorded at:
Palette Studio, Nashville, TN
PIE Studios, Glen Cove, NY
Suburban Cowboy Studio, South Kingstown, RI
TRIAD Normandy Sound, Warren, RI and New Bedford, MA
The Bunker Recording Studio, Nashville, TN
Digital Underground, Nashville, TN

Engineered by Jeff Silverman, Grant Maloy Smith, Perry Margouleff, Max Sornik, Phil Greene, Tony Ricci, Matt Ricci

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Grant Maloy Smith South Kingstown, Rhode Island

Grant Maloy Smith is a singer-songwriter of American Roots music. He was born in Jacksonville, Florida about 60 miles from the Georgia state line. In 2012 he dove deep into the Americana scene, writing and producing the breakthrough 2013 album YELLOW TRAILER, which was in contention in three categories in the Grammys. The follow-on album DUST BOWL will be released in early 2017. ... more

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Track Name: Old Black Roller
Old Black Roller
Taller than the sky
Old Black Roller
He's angrier this time

Old Black Roller
Chasing out our plows
Raining down pneumonia
Killing all our cows

Old Black Roller
Why'd you come today?
Half of Oklahoma
Is blowing dead away

Dust might choke us
Lord, let us prevail
We're from Oklahoma
We're hard as horse shoe nails
Track Name: Lily Of The Valley
Lily Of The Valley

She said that I was
bound to be her lover
And I thought
that meant holding hands
Two foolish children
Off in the fields
That girl was always
making plans

But Lily of the Valley
Disappeared like picnics in the rain
Yes, I searched for her in vain
But her Grandpa packed her up and
Moved her back to Tennessee
I always thought he meant to
Hide her from me
I wonder if she thinks about me today
Lily of the Valley was her name

Lily of the Valley
Disappeared like picnics in the rain
Yes, I searched for her in vain
But her Grandpa packed her up and
Moved her back to Tennessee
I always thought he meant to
Hide her from me
I wonder if she thinks about me today
Lily of the Valley was her name
Track Name: So Far Away
So Far Away

I’m so far away
On this Monday
Still more miles away from your arms
I’ve been riding
Hitch and hiking
Never-minding honking cars

Since I went west
On this blind quest
Waking cold and wet inside these barns

How in the world did I get so far
And where would I be without my star?
When I get there
I’ll call for you
But will you coma a-running when I do?

I’m so far away
Lost three times a day
Tripping sideways
to pass the time
I’ve been thinking
All this weekend
Was I drinking
Or was I right?

They’ve got land there
We can plan there
Take our start there
Restart our life

Chorus

I’m so far away
On this Friday
Still more miles away from your arms
I’ve been riding
Hitch and hiking
Never-minding honking cars
Since I went west
On this blind quest
Waking cold and wet inside these barns

Chorus
Track Name: Ride That Train
From the album "Dust Bowl - American Stories"
Words and music © Grant Maloy Smith (BMI)
℗ 2017 Suburban Cowboy Music
Produced by Grant Maloy Smith and Jeff Silverman

Grant Maloy Smith is an American Roots Singer/Songwriter with a country bent. His songs tell heartfelt stories about real people, and are unfailingly optimistic and forward looking. His 2017 album "Dust Bowl - American Stories" is earning rave reviews, including one from NO DEPRESSION, the bible of American Roots music. “Grant’s ability to capture the heartland in his music is amazing ... he has written A heartland masterpiece ... lyrics and music as potent as Woody Guthrie ... sent chills down my spine ... bound to become a classic ... A reminder of the darker period of Bob Dylan, and it’s that good, that memorable...” Grant is a member of the Recording Academy (the Grammys®), the AMA, the CMA, and is a BMI Recording artist.

Vocals, Guitar, Piano: Grant Maloy Smith
Dobro: Rob Ickes
Fiddle: Steve Stokes
B3: Tommy Mandel
Bass: Bill Wittman
Drums: Skoota Warner

℗ 2017 Suburban Cowboy Music
Bass, Drums and B3 recorded at PIE Studio, Glen Cove, NY (Engineered by Perry Margouleff and Matt Sornik)
Vocals, Guitar and Piano recorded at Suburban Cowboy Studio, Wakefield, RI
Dobro and fiddle recorded at Palette Studio, Nashville, TN

LYRICS

Ride That Train

I still dream
But I can’t sleep without
I still roam
But I’m not free
I still rise
Even when I’m falling
Don’t you wait
Don’t wait for me

Ride that train
Light that flame
without me
Ride that train
Break that chain to me

I still love
Yes, I still love you
I still ache
But I don’t seem to care

You were all
All I ever wanted
Don’t look back;
You ain’t headed there

Ride that train
Light that flame
without me
Ride that train
Break that chain to me

There’s no sky
No clouds above me
No fear
Or chores to do
And no wings for me to fly on
Fly on high
Back to you

Ride that train
Light that flame
without me
Ride that train
Break that chain to me
Track Name: Isht A Lhampko (Have Strength)
Isht A Lhampko (Have Strength)

Earth below my blanket
Sky above my head
Just outside my vision
The night was turning red

Water is like our lifeline
Rain is like our blood
Why’s our whole world dying?
Lord, what have we done?

But it’s all right
We’re still breathing
Isht a Lhampko
We’re not leaving

Air has come against
Clouds of humma roll
Listen to the wind song
Singing from his soul

Fire has cooked our rabbits
And lit our sky for years
We will not be beaten
We walked the trail of tears

Chorus
Track Name: Me Time
Me Time

Farmers hours everyday
Digging holes doesn’t pay
Throw a little smile my way
Spread it around

64 through Tennessee
Little Rock on 63
Choctaw beer is calling me
Honky-tonk bound

It’s me time
I finally got some free time
Yeah me time
You gotta let me be time
It’s me time
For just a while

Punching cows
Chasing hogs
Running fence and
Chopping logs
Shelterbelts to tip the odds
Lord, what a sight

So clear the decks and
Close the blinds
Cut the bait and pull the lines
I’m fixing to do
every kind of nothing I can find

Chorus
Track Name: Pushing Back The Wind
Pushing Back The Wind

There’s never been a day
I didn’t fall in love - In love with you again
When I try to change
It’s like I’m pushing back - Pushing back the wind

There’s always something wrong
Living in this world
Sometimes folks don’t feel like they belong
We’ve got to talk them in
‘Cause they’re just pushing back
Pushing back the wind

I put these hands to work each day
They’re rough and they show my age
But I held our babies
Gentle and true
Like the way that I held
Like the way that I held you

We’re far from where we came
Working in these fields
Breathing in this air
When I pray for rain
It’s like I’m pushing back
Pushing back the wind

Chorus

So let me say again
Living without you
That’s like pushing back
That’s like pushing back the wind
Track Name: Never Seen The Rain
Never Seen The Rain

I’ve seen kings
who were not free
I’ve seen lovers
gazing up at me
I’ve seen tracks
without a train
But I’ve never
seen the rain

I’ve seen men
with desperate hearts
I’ve seen comets
dance among the stars
I’ve known slaves
who broke their chains
But I’ve never
seen the rain

We worked the land
to death
Me, and my brother
‘til April Fourteen, Nineteen Thirty-five
Oklahoma, you were
like our mother
Oh, my
Never Seen the Rain

I’ve been hugged and I’ve been kissed
I’ve been knocked down
by an angry fist
I’ve seen blizzards
sweep the plain
But I’ve never seen the rain

Trials like this
are bound to pass
Plow up all
that prairie grass
And tell it on the weather vane
‘cause I’ve never seen the rain

Chorus

Cows and pigs and bathtub gin
Come Bakersfield
we’ll start again
Boxcar blues and guitars play
‘Cause I’ve never seen the rain

Chorus
Track Name: All The Long Way
All The Long Way

Fate can show kindness
When she’s dealing out heat
She stitches our lifelines
Bitter and sweet

Now all of our horses
And all of our men
Can’t put together
The things that we bent
No, my son
Can’t put together
The things that we bent

All the way
All the long way
Take my hand
and hold on
All the way
We’ll find peace
where your brother has gone

Hope is a potion
But it’s not hard to get
No silver-tongued salesman
Has bottled it yet

Now all of our horses
And all of our men
Can’t put together
The things that we bent

All the way
All the long way
Take my hand
and hold on
All the way
We’ll find peace
where your sister has gone

All the way
We’ll find peace
where your mother has gone
Track Name: I Come From America
I Come From America

Can you see the Texas
in my eyes?
I left her but she’s
still strong in me
We broke down in Kingman
so we Walked to Bakersfield
Don’t you know
the mother road?

I Come from America
America, America
I Come from America
America’s from me

Can you hear the pilgrim in my voice?
Blown ashore by unforgiving winds
Beggars can’t be choosers
But we choose
to still be men
Don’t you know – don’t you know?

Chorus

We’re the desperate and unwanted
We’re the strangers from the shanty side of town
Do my eyes look proud but haunted?
That’s the destiny in me
That’s the Texas that you see

Can you feel the prairie on my skin?
Baked and brown
from work and sweat and tears
Daddy always told me
That the dirt would
take us in
Don’t you know?
Don’t you know?

I Come from America
America, America
I Come from America
America’s from me
Track Name: Daddy, If You Have to Go
Daddy, If You Have To Go

“Daddy, don’t go”
Said the grown-up child
Why can’t we set together
for a while?
Your eyes are tired
Lord, the things they’ve seen
I wish you’d squeeze my hand
And stay with me

But Daddy, if you have to go
Save me a place in Heaven
Forever never ends
I’ll be with you again
I know
Daddy, if you have to go
save me a place in Heaven
I’m not scared anymore
Daddy, if you have to go

We spent that day
Talking about the past
The time I took your truck
and run her out of gas
We laughed and cried
and we traded memories
I saw my life through your eyes
Smiling back at me

Chorus

We fell into silence as the shadows climbed the walls
I watched your chest arise
And with each breath I watched it fall
I thought about my mama
And I knew you missed her, too
Taken way too early
But you’ll be there with her soon

Chorus

I’m not scared any more - Daddy, go
I ain’t scared anymore - Daddy, go
Track Name: And The Rain Comes Down
And The Rain Comes Down

Fate turns like an old oak wheel
It turned me around
Warm boots and a brand new deal
Look at me now
I’ve been known to sit and watch the starlight turn to dawn
And I’ve been known to sit and listen to the crickets carrying on

All the ways a man can fail
Well, I’m sure I’ve tried them all
All the times you told me that
You loved me anyway
All our disappointments,
Well, they washed away today

I raise my arms
And the rain comes down
I close my eyes
And it heals me
I lift my heart
and the rain comes down
It comes down on me

Time burns like a Coleman lamp
Until we are through
Each boy loses his old man
It’s simple but true
I’ve been known to take a good idea out too far
And I’ve been known to end up
Like the dog who caught the car

All the ways a man can fail
I sure did try them all
All the times you told me that you loved me anyway
All our disappointments
Well, they washed away today

I raise my arms
And the rain comes down
I close my eyes
And it heals me
I lift my heart
and the rain comes down
It comes down on me
Track Name: Old Black Roller (Reprise)
Old Black Roller

Old black roller
Taller than the sky
Old black roller
He’s angrier this time

Old black roller
Chasing out our plows
Raining down pneumonia
Killing all our cows

Old black roller
Why’d you come today?
Half of Oklahoma
Is blowing dead away

Dust might choke us
Lord let us prevail
We’re from Oklahoma
We’re hard as horse shoe nails