MIGRATION

by DONALD McCREA

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about

DONALD McCREA is a San Francisco
songwriter, photographer, and author.

MIGRATION explores America
through music and photography.
the tracks are now online,
and for sale here, and on iTUNES.

check out the 14 MIGRATION VIDEOS,
on my site, YOUTUBE, VIMEO,
and REVERBNATION.

the photography book
that i produced for this project:
"MIGRATION / lost and found in america"
was published by MWP.
the book features the images
of sixteen photographers
who document America.
available on AMAZON.

www.donaldmccrea.com
www.reverbnation.com/donaldmccrea

MERRY MELODIES FOR MOROSE MALCONTENTS.

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released 15 March 2014

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DONALD McCREA San Francisco, California

DONALD McCREA is a San Francisco
songwriter, photographer, and author.

MIGRATION explores America
through music and photography.

new tracks and 14 VIDEOS are now online at:
www.donaldmccrea.com
www.reverbnation.com/donaldmccrea

the book that emerged from this project:
"MIGRATION / lost and found in america",
and is available on AMAZON.
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Track Name: WILD BILL
WILD BILL
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

I LEFT A WIFE BACK IN ST. LOUIS.
LEFT THOSE CREATURE COMFORTS BEHIND.
RODE A STAGECOACH ACROSS THE PRAIRIE,
OUT TO DEADWOOD TO SEE WHAT I COULD FIND.

THEY’RE DIGGIN’ GOLD OUT OF THESE BLACK HILLS.
THERE’S GOLD IN THIS ROUGH AND TUMBLE TOWN.
AND WHEN THESE FOOLS AND THAT GOLD ARE PARTED,
I’LL BE HOLDIN’ ALL THE CARDS WHEN THAT DEAL GOES DOWN.

MY NAME IS JAMES, AND I CAN’T BE TAMED.
IF YOU CROSS ME, I WILL SHOOT TO KILL.
I’M A RAMBLER AND A GAMBLER.
I WAS GENERAL CUSTER’S SCOUT.
AND MOST FOLKS KNOW ME AS WILD BILL.
WILD BILL.

I DRINK MY WHISKEY WITH MY LEFT HAND,
ALWAYS KEEP MY RIGHT HAND FREE.
SIT WITH MY BACK AGAINST THE WALL,
DON’T WANT ANYONE SNEAKIN’ UP ON ME.

WHEN PLAYIN’ YOUR HAND IN THE WORLD OF MAN,
BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU’RE TEMPTING FATE.
UP AGAINST A FULL HOUSE, A WILD CARD MIGHT WIN OUT,
AND YOU’RE LEFT HOLDING ACES AND EIGHTS.

MY NAME IS JAMES, THAT’S HOW IT REMAINS
ON THE STONE UP ON BOOT HILL.
I WAS A UNION SOLDIER, I WAS SHERIFF OF ABILENE,
AND MOST FOLKS KNOW ME AS WILD BILL.
WILD BILL.

I LEFT A GRIEVING WIDOW IN ST. LOUIS,
AND I LEFT THIS LEGEND BEHIND.
NOW EVERYTHING’S CHANGED, AND ALL THAT REMAINS
IS MY STORY UP ON THIS SIGN.

MY NAME WAS JAMES, I WAS A FRIEND OF CALAMITY JANE’S,
BACK WHEN THE ONLY LAW WAS THE STRENGTH OF A MAN’S WILL.
I WAS A QUIET MAN WITH A SURE AND STEADY HAND,
AND MOST FOLKS KNEW ME AS WILD BILL.
Track Name: HEY JOLENE!
HEY JOLENE!
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/bmi

HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CELLPHONE
IN YOUR HAND?
HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CELLPHONE
IN YOUR HAND?
I JUST SHOT MY NEW MOVIE,
AND THE PAPARAZZI
CAUGHT ME FOOLIN’ AROUND
WITH MY LEADING MAN.

HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT LAPTOP
IN YOUR HAND?
HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT LAPTOP
IN YOUR HAND?
I’M GONNA EMAIL MY AGENT,
AND HAVE HIM SELL
MY CAMEL RANCH
IN AFGHANISTAN.

HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CREDIT CARD
IN YOUR HAND?
HEY JOLENE,
WHERE YOU GOIN’
WITH THAT CREDIT CARD
IN YOUR HAND?
I’M GOIN’ TO THE
HERMES BOUTIQUE
TO BUY THE SAME SCARF
THAT JIMI WORE
ON ELECTRIC LADYLAND.

HEY JOLENE,
WHATCHA GONNA DO?
HEY JOLENE,
TELL ME, WHATCHA GONNA DO?
I’M GOIN’ WHERE
A WOMAN CAN BE FREE.
I’M GONNA JET ON BACK
TO MALIBU.
Track Name: MOJAVE
MOJAVE
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

THE DRUNKEN MOON
STAGGERS ACROSS THE SKY,
AND CRASHES TO THE GROUND.
AFTER A NIGHT
OF DRINKING MESCAL
IN A MESTIZO BORDER TOWN.
AND, WHILE THE WHIRLING PLANETS
BEAR WITNESS TO THIS SCENE,
I LIE SLUMBERING ON THE SAND,
AND DREAM THE STRANGEST DREAM.

A MIRAGE OF CORONADO
APPEARS IN THE SHIMMERING HEAT,
WITH HIS BAND OF CONQUISTADORS
EXPLORING A GOLDEN STREET.
TO THE SEVEN CITIES OF CIBOLA,
IN SEARCH OF ANCIENT TREASURE,
AND MORE WEALTH
THAN THE ROYAL COURT OF SPAIN
COULD EVER MEASURE.

AND, WHILE I LIE SLEEPING,
IN THIS VALLEY OF JOSHUA TREES,
THE STARS SHINE DOWN
LIKE CASTILIAN SILVER,
ON THE MOJAVE.
ON THE MOJAVE.
Track Name: MISSISSIPPI
MISSISSIPPI
donald mccrea
©2013 mechanical arts/bmi
 
I FEEL SO BAD,
I COULD FILL THE MISSISSIPPI
FULL OF TEARS.
I FEEL SO BAD,
I COULD FILL THE MISSISSIPPI
FULL OF TEARS.
FOLKS DOWN IN ST. JAMES PARISH
WOULD SAY THEY AIN’T SEEN
NOTHIN’ LIKE IT IN YEARS.
 
SINCE THAT GIRL’S BEEN GONE,
I’VE BEEN OVERFLOWING MY BANKS.
SINCE THAT GIRL’S BEEN GONE,
I’VE BEEN OVERFLOWING MY BANKS.
IF SHE EVER COMES BACK HOME,
EVERYONE IN MEMPHIS
WOULD FALL DOWN ON THEIR KNEES
AND GIVE THANKS.
 
I’VE BEEN CRYIN’ SO LONG,
I FLOODED THE TOWN OF DELACROIX.
I’VE BEEN CRYIN’ SO LONG,
I FLOODED THE TOWN OF DELACROIX.
IF SHE’D JUST BE MY WOMAN,
ALL THOSE WEARY PEOPLE,
WOULD JUMP FOR JOY.
 
RAIN’S COMIN’ DOWN,
AND BEATS A RHYTHM OF MY ROOF.
THAT OLD RAIN’S COMIN’ DOWN,
AND BEATS A RHYTHM ON MY ROOF.
MY HEART IS DROWNIN’
IN A RAGING RIVER THAT’S 100 PROOF.
 
 
Track Name: EL BRAINO NO BUENO
EL BRAINO NO BUENO
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

SOUTH OF THE BORDER IN TIJUANA.
TRYING TO IMPORT A KEY OF MARIJUANA.
I GOT BUSTED BY THE FEDERALES.
THEY TOOK MY MONEY, MY MARIJUANA,
AND LOCKED ME IN THE DUNGEON.

IN A HOT COURTROOM IN MEXICALI
MY LAWYER TOOK A SIESTA,
AS THEY THREW THE BOOK AT ME.
THE SOUND OF THEIR LAUGHTER
ECHOED DOWN THE HALLWAY.
SENTENCED TO THE PENATENTURIA
FOR LIFE PLUS MANANA.

EL BRAINO NO BUENO.
DONDE ESTA EL BANO, POR FAVOR?
EL BRAINO NO BUENO.
VAYA CON DIABLO, SENOR.

AFTER YEARS OF HARD LABOR,
WITH NO MARGARITAS.
I ESCAPED THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS
WITH THE HELP OF JUANITA.
IN A SHACK ON THE PLAYA
IN TODOS SANTOS.
NOW WE SPEND OUR DAYS
LOST IN A HAZE, AND WE SAY…
Track Name: COUNTY LINE
COUNTY LINE
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi
 
IN THE MORNING,
WHEN THE TIME HAS COME,
I’LL LOOK FOR THE SIGN.
IN THE MORNING,
I’LL TAKE DOWN MY GUN,
AND CROSS THAT COUNTY LINE.
I’LL FOLLOW THE WINDING ROAD,
‘TIL I COME TO THE OLD OAK TREE.
IN THE MORNING,
WHEN THE TIME HAS COME,
I WILL BE FREE.
 
IN THE MORNING,
WHEN THE DAY IS HOT,
I WILL FIND THE PLACE.
IN THE MORNING,
YOU WILL HEAR A SHOT,
AND YOU WILL SEE MY FACE.
WE’LL CROSS THE RAGING RIVER,
‘TIL WE REACH THE OTHER SIDE.
IN THE MORNING,
WHEN THE DAY IS HOT,
YOU WILL BE MY BRIDE.
 
THAT WOMAN WENT TO WAYCROSS.
SHE CAUGHT THAT MIDNIGHT TRAIN.
LEFT ME STANDING AT THE STATION,
CRYIN’ IN THE POURING RAIN.
 
THAT WOMAN WENT TO WAYCROSS.
SHE HAD TO LEAVE THIS TOWN.
CAN’T YOU HEAR THAT WHISTLE BLOWIN’,
MAKIN’ THAT MOURNFUL SOUND.
 
THAT WOMAN WENT TO WAYCROSS,
AND SHE AIN’T NEVER COMIN’ BACK.
NOW I’M STANDING IN THE RAIN,
LOOKIN’ DOWN THE TRACKS.
 
Track Name: EMILY
EMILY
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/bmi
 
EMILY STAYS IN HER ROOM.
EMILY STAYS IN HER ROOM.
 
SHE STANDS BY THE WINDOW,
AND WATCHES THE WORLD
PASSING BY.
 
SHE SITS AT HER DESK,
AND PONDERS EACH WORD
THAT SHE WRITES.
 
SHE LIES ON HER BED,
AND STUDIES THE PATTERNS
ON THE WALL.
Track Name: THE CALL OF THE WILD
THE CALL OF THE WILD
donald mccrea
©1987 mechanical arts/ bmi

RAISED IN A SMALL MIDWESTERN TOWN.
NOTHIN’ BUT CORNFIELDS ALL AROUND.
EVERYTIME THEY’D RING THAT SCHOOLHOUSE BELL,
I’D WANNA RUN THE OTHER WAY,
AND RAISE SOME HELL.

BOUGHT A GUITAR AT AGE THIRTEEN.
STARTED TO HAVE THOSE ROCK AND ROLL DREAMS.
EVEN AT NIGHT LYIN’ IN MY BED,
I COULD HEAR THOSE DRUMS
POUNDING IN MY HEAD.

IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.
LIKE THE SOUND OF A FREIGHT TRAIN
PULLIN’ OUT OF TOWN,
AND PICKIN’ UP STEAM.
IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.
IF YOU FEEL THAT RHYTHM,
LET IT INTO YOUR HEART,
LET IT INTO YOUR DREAMS.

JOINED MY FIRST ROCK AND ROLL BAND.
THE WORLD LOOKED DIFFERENT
FROM ON THE BANDSTAND.
EVERYTIME THEY’D GIVE US HALF A CHANCE,
WE WOULD TURN IT UP LOAD,
AND LET THE LITTLE GIRLS DANCE.

ALL WE EVER WANTED TO DO
WAS GET AWAY.
SO WE PACKED UP THE VAN,
AND HEADED ON OUT,
AND WENT ROLLIN’ ON DOWN
THAT LONG HIGHWAY.
WORKIN’ ON THE ROAD,
JUST TO GET SOME KICKS.
PLAYED EVERY TOWN OUT IN THE STICKS.
ROLLIN’ DOWN THE HIGHWAY,
WITH THE RADIO ON,
JERRY LEE SINGIN’
IN THE EARLY LIGHT OF DAWN.

IT’S THE CALL OF THE WILD.
LIKE THE CRY OF A LONELY WOLF
CALLIN’ TO HIS MATE
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
THE CALL OF THE WILD.
IF YOU FEEL THAT RHYTHM,
LET IT INTO YOUR HEART,
AND EVERYTHING’S ALRIGHT.
Track Name: SURFIN' THE SUNSET STRIP
SURFIN’ THE SUNSET STRIP
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/bmi
 
I WAS A HODAD FROM HUNTINGTON
SURFIN’ IN THE SUMMER SUN.
WHEN ALONG CAME JIMI
IN MY YOUNGER DAYS,
AND I GOT LOST
IN THAT PURPLE HAZE.
LOST MY DEWEY WEBER BOARD,
LOST MY TAN.
LOST MY CHERRIED OUT
WOODY VAN.
 
DUDE, IT’S BEEN
A LONG STRANGE TRIP.
NOW I’M SURFIN’
THE SUNSET STRIP.
RIDIN’ THE ROXIE,
RIDIN’ THE RAINBOW.
RIDIN’ THE WILD
WHISKEY-A-GO-GO.
I’M SURFIN’
THE SUNSET STRIP.
SURFIN’
THE SUNSET STRIP.
 
GET LOST IN THE LIGHTS,
DANCE IN THE NIGHT.
FOLLOW THE VOICES THAT CALL.
YOU CAN BE HIGH,
AND YOU CAN BE LOW,
YOU CAN BE NOWHERE AT ALL.
 
TOO MANY DAYS IN MISERY.
GOT TO FIND MY WAY
BACK TO THE SEA.
 
Track Name: BATTLE OF BLUE WATER
BATTLE OF BLUE WATER
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/bmi

IN THE LAND OF THE GREAT LAKOTA,
IN THE BLACK HILLS OF THE DAKOTAS.
NEAR THE PLATTE RIVER'S SOURCE,
IN THE LAND OF CRAZY HORSE.

IN THE LAND WHERE THE LONG GRASS GROWS,
IN THE LAND OF THE BUFFALO.
IN THE LAND WHERE CLEAR WATER FLOWS,
IN THE LAND OF THE SNAKE AND CROW.

IN THE LAND WHERE THE EAGLE FLIES,
IN THE LAND OF ENDLESS SKIES.
IN THE LAND WHERE THE HEART IS FULL,
IN THE LAND OF SITTING BULL.

IN THE LAND OF OUR NATIVE SONS,
IN THE LAND OF OUR NATIVE DAUGHTERS.
CUT DOWN IN THE SENSELESS SLAUGHTER,
IN THE BATTLE OF BLUE WATER.
Track Name: BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi
 
HEADIN’ OUT OF MEMPHIS,
WITH THE SETTING SUN.
DRIVIN’ THROUGH THE DELTA,
ON HIGHWAY 61.
THIS FLATHEAD FORD IS KNOCKIN’,
THESE OLD TIRES SING A TUNE,
AND THE COTTONFIELDS GLOW LIKES GHOSTS
IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.
AND WE’RE ROLLIN’, WE’RE ROLLIN’…
 
WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WITH THE WILD TCHOUPITOULAS AND DR. JOHN.
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WE’RE GONNA PARTY ALL NIGHT LONG.
COME ON! COME ON!
 
ON THE BANKS OF THE BIG MUDDY,
ON A STEAMY SUMMER NIGHT.
BARGES PLY THE RIVER,
AND SWEEP THE SHORES
WITH THEIR SPOTLIGHTS.
ME AND GEORGE DICKEL,
JUST WATCHIN’ THAT RIVER FLOW,
ON DOWN TO NEW ORLEANS,
AND THE GULF OF MEXICO.
AND IT’S ROLLIN’, IT’S ROLLIN’…
 
WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WITH LOUIS ARMSTRONG AND SIDNEY BECHET.
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WE’RE GONNA PARTY ‘TIL THE BREAK OF DAY.
 
WE’RE GONNA BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET
WITH ALLEN TOUSSAINT AND FATS DOMINO.
BOOGALOO DOWN BOURBON STREET,
WE’RE GONNA PARTY,
C’MON, LET’S GO! LET’S GO!
Track Name: WADDY
WADDY
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/ bmi

I'M AN OLD WADDY,
SORE FROM THE SADDLE.
DRIVIN' THEM DOGGIES ALONG.
ACROSS THE RED RIVER,
THROUGH THE PANHANDLE,
SINGIN' THIS SAD COWBOY SONG.

THE TRAIL'S HOT AND DUSTY.
THE CATTLE ARE BAWLIN'.
THE SUN'S SINKIN' LOW IN THE WEST.
AT NIGHT BY THE CAMPFIRE,
COYOTES ARE CALLIN'.
I KEEP YOUR PICTURE IN MY VEST.
Track Name: BEBOPBEAT
BEBOPBEAT
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts/bmi
 
NEVER WORK FROM 9 TO 5,
OR BUY INTO THAT BOURGEOIS JIVE.
NEVER WEAR A SUIT AND TIE,
AND WORK IN A CUBICLE
UNTIL YOU DIE.
 
NEVER SHINE THOSE
FLORSHEIM SHOES.
DON’T PAY TAX
OR UNION DUES.
DON’T START A
NUCLEAR FAMILY.
JUST KEEP IT REAL,
AND KEEP IT FREE.
 
BEBOPBEAT,
CAN YOU DIG IT?
DIG IT!
BEBOPBEAT,
CAN YOU DIG IT?
DIG IT!
 
NO MADRAS SHIRTS,
OR FLAT TOP  HAIR.
NO RIN TIN TIN,
OR YOGI BEAR.
NO SHAG CARPETS
WALL TO  WALL.
NO GOLF CLUBS,
OR BOWLING BALLS.
 
NO STATION WAGON
WITH FAKE WOOD PANELS.
NO BLACK AND WHITE T.V.
WITH JUST ONE CHANNEL.
NO SUBURBAN HOUSE
WITH FRESH MOWED LAWN.
JUST KEEP IT COOL,
AND GET REAL GONE.
 
NO UGLY EDSELS,
OR DOIN’ THE TWIST.
NO HOUSE UNAMERICAN
COMMIE LIST.
NO GREEN STAMPS,
OR HULA HOOPS.
NO HOWDY DOODY,
NO BOY SCOUT TROOP.
 
NO TRICKY DICK,
OR I LIKE IKE.
NO CARDS IN THE SPOKES
OF YOUR BIKE.
NO FIVE AND DIME,
NO DRIVE-IN MOVIE.
JUST GET REAL GONE,
AND KEEP IT GROOVY
Track Name: MALIBU
MALIBU
donald mccrea
©2014 mechanical arts / bmi
 
THE MOON DANCES ON THE SURFACE
OF THE PACIFIC BLUE.
STARS ARE SHINING BRIGHTLY
OUT IN MALIBU.
 
ROARING UP THE PCH
IN A DIABLO LAMBORGHINI,
WITH AN ETHEREAL AMAZON
IN A STRING BIKINI.
SPEAKERS BLASTING A MEGAGROOVE
MASHUP OF JAMES BROWN.
“I FEEL GOOD, LIKE I KNEW I WOULD”,
AS THAT SUMMER SUN’S GOING DOWN.
 
BURSTING INTO BAMBU
WHERE THE SCENE IS RAGING,
LIKE SOME SET OF SPIELBERG’S
WITH THE LIGHTING AND THE STAGING.
THE ENTIRE ROOM IS BUZZING
WITH THE SEDUCTIVE SOUND
OF POWER TALK, AND POWER PLAYS,
AND PRODUCTION DEALS GOIN’ DOWN.
 
OUT IN MALIBU.
OUT IN MALIBU.
 
STANDING ON THE SAND
IS A GOLDEN MAN,
WAITING BY THE OCEAN
WITH A SURFBOARD IN HIS HAND.
OUT TO CATCH A PERFECT SET
ON A PRISTINE SEA.
AND RIDE THE BUCKING BRONCO POWER
OF AN OCEAN WILD AND FREE.
 
AS A GOLDEN WOMAN
SITS LOTUS ON THE SHORE.
WITH DANCING DREAMS AND DEEP DESIRES
IN HER HEART ONCE MORE.
SOAKING UP THE SUMMER SUN
IN SWEET SERENITY.
WHILE FLOATING IN A TIMELESS TRANCE
OF TRUE TRANQUILITY.
 
OUT IN MALIBU.
OUT IN MALIBU.