The fans voted on a cover song for the band to play and “Jolene” by Dolly Parton came out on top! The fourth annual Raise The Roof – a benefit for the Looking Out Foundation – took place at The Triple Door in Seattle, WA on September 8, 2012, and raised over $30,000.
I was eight years old And running with a dime in my hand To the bus stop to pick Up a paper for my old man I’d sit on his lap in that big old Buick And steer as we drove through town He’d tousle my hair And say, “son, take a good look around” This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown This is your hometown”
In ’65 tension was running high At my high school There was a lot of fights Between the black and white There was nothing you could do Two cars at a light on a Saturday night In the back seat there was a gun Words were passed in a shotgun blast Troubled times had come To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown To my hometown
Now Main Street’s whitewashed windows And vacant stores Seems like there ain’t nobody Wants to come down here no more They’re closing down the textile mill Across the railroad tracks Foreman says, “these jobs are going, boys And they ain’t coming back To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown To your hometown”
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed Talking about getting out Packing up our bags, maybe heading south I’m thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel And said, “son, take a good look around This is your hometown”
I lost myself on a cool damp night I gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree Put my heart in its recipe It makes me see what I want to see And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think I do things I never should do I drink much more that I ought to drink Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love Listen to me, I cannot see clearly Isn’t that she, coming to me nearly here?
Lilac wine is sweet and heady where’s my love? Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where’s my love? Listen to me, why is everything so hazy? Isn’t that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?
Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love Feel unready for my love
Waiter send this to the table, the party of one The only other lonely soul in this place And so you’re finishing up your coffee But then where you’re gonna run? Where’d you get that look on your face?
You should always let the sun go down on your anger Let it burn you to sleep Bring it closer to danger To surrender and retreat Sing your sad soul to sleep
I loved you the first time I saw you And you know I love you still But I am tired And I am yours
Don’t even think about your freedom Or taking that flight Or going back upon your promise after fighting for the right Because your eggshells and your right statements And your weaponized words Are paper tigers now
Oh your constant overthinking and your secretive drinking Are making you more and more alone And girl, you can slam the door behind you It ain’t ever gonna close Because when you’re home, you’re already home
I am tired I am tired I don’t wanna go home anymore I don’t wanna throw stones anymore I don’t wanna take part in the war
I loved you the first time I saw you And you know I love you still I loved you the first time I saw you And you know I love you still
I don’t wanna be right anymore Lord, I don’t wanna fight anymore I’m not taking your side anymore I am tired I am not my own And I am leaving Oh, I am tired And I’m coming home
‘Cause I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours I am yours, I am yours, I am yours I am yours, I am yours