Poor Billy came a’courtin’, down the lane one summer day.

Pa saw him a’ comin’, and in the ground is where he lays.

That boy didn’t meet the standards, for pa to let him stay.

Once he came a’ courtin’, in the ground is where he lays.

Poor Billy.

Poor Billy.

In the ground is where he lays.

Well, Kenny thought to call on my hand so fair and true.

But Pa saw him a’ comin’, And onto heaven Kenny flew.

That boy didn’t meet the standards, And Pa just up and knew.

Once he came a’ courtin’, onto heaven Kenny flew.

Poor Kenny.

Poor Kenny Onto heaven Kenny flew.

Well, Teddy was a strong one, and he tried , tried once more.

Pa saw him a’ comin’, and now he knocks on heaven's door.

That boy didn’t meet the standards, for the one that Pa adored.

Once he came a’ courtin’, now he knocks on heaven's door.

Poor Teddy Poor Teddy Now he knocks on heaven’s door.

Well, to Pa I was a treasure.

No common love would do.

To him there weren't a fella that could offer love so true.

Poor Pa he went before me.

Did his best to keep me strong.

Poor me, I never married, Did my best to do no wrong.

But those fellas kept a calling.

And what’s a girl to do?

I’m not ashamed to say today, I snuck a kiss or two.

Poor me.

Poor me.

Yeah, I snuck a kiss or two.

Poor me.

Poor me.

Yeah, I snuck a kiss or two.

We formed, on a weekend when we were all together in Plymouth, Minnesota, at the Minnesota Bluegrass and Old Time Music Association Fall Jam.

Three of us were in a songwriting workshop, and, three of us were in, a draw band or band scramble where we put our names and, and someone also part of the band,draws our names out of a hat and throws them into a band, and we create a set, in the afternoon and then perform it that evening.

So, we got done with that experience.

And one of the band members, Jeannie Marti, sent me an email saying, “Hey, do you want to keep singing together?” And I was like, “yeah, we should do that.” “We should invite that other person.” “That was also part of that band.” “Her name is Jonna Lawrence.” “Yeah.

We should invite her too.” And then, we needed to, after the first year, kind of round out some of our sound.

And the more we record and the more we learn about our sound and the songs that we are playing, the more we're like, you know what?

This.

The song needs a banjo.

So then we were like, do we know anyone that does the banjo?

We ended up recruiting people from that weekend and, became the Rosie Daze Band.

Come, walk, beside me tonight.

Come take my hand.

It'll be all right.

There is nothing left but two hearts to meet.

Darling, darling, come waltzing with me.

Come, walk, beside me tonight.

Come take my hand.

It'll be all right.

There is nothing left but two hearts to meet.

Darling, darling, come waltzing with me.

Darling, darling, come waltzing with me.

Whiskey or wine.

Salt in November.

Two of a kind.

Making love in the rain.

Temperature rising.

Heats all a-flutter.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

We’re two of a kind.

Whiskey or wine.

Whiskey or wine.

Heads spinning faster.

Making love on the line.

Oh, the game people play.

Oh the lust with love.

Sends the blood rushing after.

just tell me you’re mine, we’re two of a kind Oh, whiskey or wine.

One makes you weep, one makes you fight Both makes you drunk.

Hell to pay the next day.

Oh, you’re looking fine.

Dance with me awhile.

No need for a sign, we’re two of a kind.

Oh, whiskey or wine.

Under the gun, just feet from the graveyard.

living life on the run.

Not the souls that you’d save.

Oh, whiskey or wine.

Living life through a bottle.

Running so low on time, we’re two of a kind.

Oh, whiskey or wine.

One makes you weep, one makes you fight Both makes you drunk.

Hell to pay the next day.

Oh, you’re looking fine.

Dance with me awhile.

No need for a sign, we’re two of a kind.

Oh, whiskey or wine.

No need for a sign, we’re two of a kind.

Oh, whiskey or wine.

That tired old sun, hangs low in the sky.

Last drips of color as she whispers goodnight.

And there on the hillside she hums an old tune.

Enjoying the twilight, as she waits for the moon.

She's barefoot, with grass in her toes.

And she twirls, as the sky softly glows.

And even on nights, when clouds gather near, she believes in the moonlight, Even when it's not there.

Most days the sun shines bright in the sky.

And the moon waits its turn, as the day turns to night.

And somtimes they dare, to secretly meet.

And she twirls below them, the moon on her feet.

She's barefoot, with grass in her toes.

And she twirls, as the sky softly glows.

And even on nights, when clouds gather near, she believes in the moonlight, Even when it's not there.

It won’t shine tonight, on the hopeful and few.

It hides in the sky.

The clouds hide the blue.

Won't say a word.

No she gives not a care.

She believes in the moonlight.

Even when it's not.

She's barefoot, with grass in her toes.

And she twirls, as the sky softly glows.

And even on nights, when clouds gather near, she believes in the moonlight, Even when it's not there.

She hunts for her shadow, an endeavor in vain.

It was stolen this night, by the clouds and the rain.

She's barefoot, with grass in her toes.

And she twirls, as the sky softly glows.

And even on nights, when clouds gather near, she believes in the moonlight, Even when it's not there.

She believes in the moonlight, Even when it's not there.

We have a great deal of joy that we get from playing together, or kind of always ridiculously smiling, like during, during songs.

And that kind of then allows and invites the audience into that joy as well.

So, so we get done and we're like, woo hoo!

And we're kind of high on, you know, the music and, and the experience.

And the audience kind of bubbles out with us.

And so it's, it's a lovely, positive feedback loop that we get to be part of.

Grampa was an auctioneer, an home builder, and a fishing guide.

And his motto was no pike, no pay.

His motto was no pike, no pay.

His motto was no pike, no pay.

Grampa bult a fitness center, back in 1962.

Had a belly shake machine, and two sauna baths.

Had a belly shake machine, and two sauna baths.

Grampa... I wish you knew, you are a hero to me.

Grampa... I took your advice, you gotta take risks your whole life.

Grampa played the banjo, always in the key of C. Had the prettiest voice, you ever did hear.

Had the prettiest voice, you ever did hear.

Grampa ran for mayor, of Bemidji, Minnesota.

And he only lost by 22 votes.

And he only lost by 22 votes.

Grampa... I wish you knew, you are a hero to me.

Grampa... I took your advice, you gotta take risks your whole life.

Grampa was an auctioneer, an home builder, and a fishing guide.

And his motto was no pike, no pay.

His motto was no pike, no pay.

His motto was nooooooo pike, no pay.

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Run, run!

Don’t you dare give in!

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Ain’t been safe since I don’t know when.

Mother, where are you now?

Mother, where have you been?

Mother, where are you now?

Ain't been fed since I don’t know when.

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Run, run!

Don’t you dare give in!

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Ain’t been safe since I don’t know when.

Sister, I hear you crying.

Sister, you're much too thin.

Sister, I hear you crying.

And I ain't been warm since I don't know it.

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Run, run!

Don’t you dare give in!

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Ain’t been safe since I don’t know when.

Father, won’t you walk with me?

Father, where are my kin?

Father, won’t you walk with me?

Ain't been to sleep since I don't know it.

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Run, run!

Don’t you dare give in!

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Ain’t been safe since I don’t know when.

Brother, I'm on the track.

Brother, this life’s a sin Brother, I'm on the track, and I ain’t been home since I don’t know when.

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Run, run!

Don’t you dare give in!

Run, run!

It's a railroad, soldier.

Ain’t been safe since I don’t know when.

Ain’t been safe since I don’t know when.

Oh, the night is dark.

And it's so hard to see, the chill in the air I can hear my heartbeat.

But with my mask and my cape, the monsters will flee.

No better monster chaser than me.

So, would you chase the monsters with me?

From out of the shadows and underneith my bed.

Oh, so many monsters I see.

But I lost my monster chaseing net.

Well, mama said be brave.

So I stare down the night.

No closet filled with memories, would give me a fright.

I stood on my bed.

Oh, what a sight.

No monsters could win in this fight.

Would you chase the monsters with me?

From out of the shadows and underneith my bed.

Oh, so many monsters I see.

But I lost my monster chaseing net.

Well, years have passed since my monster chasing days.

Staying up late in my monster sneaking ways.

But oh, how our efforts were praised, When we kept the monsters at bay.

Would you chase the monsters with me?

From out of the shadows and underneith my bed.

Oh, so many monsters I see.

But I lost my monster chaseing net.

And if you chase the monsters with me.

Oh, I would be ever in your debt.

Oh, oh, so many monsters I've seen.

And all of them just living in my head.

Oh way out west, where the bad men are, and the only thing to guide them is the evening star.

They’re the roughest, toughest man by far, and his name is Cowboy Joe.

He ropes and rides and swings and sways, back and forth in his saddle nearly every day.

Makes his living of the land with the bright blue skies, And at night he sleeps with one open eye.

That’s Joe........ He rides!

Cowboy Joe........ a simple man, legends says, don’t compromise.

At night Joe sings as the cattle lay low.

He feels so rich.

But he lives real po’.

All he needs is the air and the, open trail, and to line them doggies up heads to tail That’s Joe........ He rides!

Cowboy Joe........ a simple man, legends says, don’t compromise.

Winters find Joe hunkered down up north.

Come Spring, he’ll be driving doggies back and forth Across the great expanse that calls his name, not seeking glory, fortune or fame.

That’s Joe........ He rides!

Cowboy Joe........ a simple man, legends says, don’t compromise.