KATE WOLF • LOOKING BACK AT YOU 1994 LIVE IN LOS ANGELES 1977 THROUGH 1979

1. The Old Street Singer 3:16 Recording Dates here was a story that Kate would often tell her audience when we had Kate Wolf • 6/9/78 6/9/78, 6/29/79 & 12/15/79 T 2. I Had A Good Father And Mother McCabe’s Guitar Shop, Santa the opportunity to perform together. It concerned our first meeting at 3:24 • Traditional • 6/9/78 Monica, California • Produced by an outdoor concert in Sonoma County in the summer of 1974. 3. Hold On To Me Babe 3:07 Nancy Covey for McCabe's According to her, I was wearing a Donald Duck hat at the time. She told Tom Paxton • 6/9/78 Productions • Engineered by Alan this story year after year. For my part, I don't remember ever wearing 4. Rock Salt And Nails 5:58 Kantor such a hat but the audience liked the story, or at least the way Kate told Bruce "Utah" Phillips • 12/15/79 it, and I eventually gave up trying to convince her that it was any other 4/30/77 Don Lange guitar & vocal way. Folkscene Radio Program, Nina Gerber guitar & harmonica Kate had an amazing way of tying things together, not only in her KPFK-FM Radio, Los Angeles, 5. The Lover's Return 2:48 songs, but in her life as well, so it came as no great surprise when a California • Produced by Howard & Traditional • 4/30/77 Roz Larman • Engineered by Peter package addressed to me arrived two weeks before she entered the Don Coffin Guitar Cole hospital for treatment in her fight against leukemia. The note said Thanks 6. Looking Back At You 3:46 Bill/ The box contained... a Donald Duck hat! Kate Wolf • 6/29/79 1977 San Diego Folk Festival, San Tying things together is an art. Kate set the standard as far as I'm Nina Gerber guitar Diego, California concerned. This collection of her early work is an attempt at tying some 7. Bird On A Wire 4:17 Recorded for Folkscene things together myself, and hopefully I'll balance the scale a bit in the Leonard Cohen • 4/30/77 process. Don Coffin guitar & vocal Collection produced and compiled : It reflects Kate in the days when the stage truly was her kitchen in the Bill Griffin 8. Springfield Mountain Coal Miner old house on Dutton Avenue, and the audience her friends gathered Tape Transfers : Gary Mankin 5:13 • Cyrus Clarke • 1977 San therein. It reflects her music in the days before I was asked to arrange it Digital Remastering : Chris Clarke Diego Folk Festival for her recordings. It reflects my desire to share Kate in the pure folk and Ken Perry Don Coffin mandolin & vocal tradition from which she came, including her versions of songs by some Art Direction : Geoff Cans 9. These Days 4:08 of her favorite writers and stories about her own songs. To share Kate's Package Design : Nadia Block Jackson Browne • 6/29/79 obvious joy in her work. Most of all her laugh. Nina Gerber guitar Design inside pages : Beth Weil Cover Photo : Morrie Camhi My heartfelt thanks to the folks at McCabe's Guitar Shop and to 10. Traveling Day 1:41 Howard and Roz Larman for having the vision to produce these Jack Aldridge & Kate Wolf • Special Thanks to Terry Fowler, Max Wolf, and Owl Productions. recordings and the thoughtfulness to make them available. 6/8/78 Bill Griffin June 25, 1990

THE OLD STREET SINGER Put a dollar in the box do not love me no how Words & Music by Kate Wolf that sits there at his feet and it is on account of sin Tip your hand to the man I am thankful Cod is able You old street singer who's singing in the street for to give me many friends some call you a bum 'Cause if you stop and listen I am thankful God is able Sitting on a park bench you'll hear it every time for to give me many friends soaking up the sun Melodies around you Singing to the children the rhythms and the rhymes In the stares of passing strangers HOLD ON TO ME BABE and the people passing by Words & Music by Tom Paxton With a bottle in a paper bag questions of the young and a banjo at your side The barking of a stray dog and the memories of a street bum As my aching head is begging Anyone would know you The barking of a stray dog for a sleep that will not come if they'd take the time to look and the memories of a street bum I rise and walk the morning streets again Underneath those ragged clothes I keep wondering how you're doing they'd read you like a book © 1978 Another Sundown Publishing Co. (BMI) I wonder where you are They'd see it in your eyes I know I'll be alright but I don't know when the corners of your smile There's more to this old street bum I HAD A GOOD FATHER AND MOTHER Hold on to me babe than too many dusty miles Traditional wherever you may be Hold on to me babe Your hotel room I used to have a real good mother and a father I'm with you always must get so very small and they certainly stood the test A bed and a chair And now they are in bright glory There was something locked inside you memories on the wall and I know their souls are at rest like a secret burning pain In a city full of strangers In a prison where you would not let me go far away from times They laid a good example to me I was sure we'd find an answer You've played that banjo ringing they taught me how to pray 'til I woke and found you gone across a picket line Now I've truly converted And what it was I guess I'll never know and I'm walking in the narrow way You go downstairs Chorus and out on the street Jesus he said for you to love ye one another And set there waiting and he loves you I keep hanging onto something for everyone you meet Then you will rightly treat your neighbor Some they ignore you I don't what it is some they ask you why and it won't be hard for you to do At least I know the sound of my own name And I work as hard as ever Some they dance to the tune And I know I'm so glad salvation is free you're playing to the sky see the same old friends it is free for you and me Something deep inside is not the same Passing through a city If we could only live with Jesus one day you'll see him there how happy we would be Chorus • 1st Verse • Chorus Stop and listen to his tunes let him know you hear And I know this whole round world © United Artists Music (ASCAP) ROCK SALT AND NAILS But I didn't know my mind down Words & Music by Bruce "Utah" Phillips and it kept us far apart There's twenty graves we'll be digging in the churchyard By the banks of the river Now I see in your eyes where the willows hang down the love I always knew ten more in the mountains underground And the wild birds all warble For the first time in a long time ten more in the mountains underground with their high lonesome sound it's in me Down in some hollow Looking back at you Lay down dear brother where the waters run cold daddy's gonna take you home It was there I first listened When you let me go Mamma's right behind you to the lies that you told like I said I wanted to to take you home where the cold wind blows The farther I went away If the young men were blackbirds And my sister was a coal miner's daughter the closer I felt to you my daddy was a coal miner's son the young men were thrushes Now we both sit here crying I would lay by the hours like we never could do before My family's lived and died on this mountain in the cold rainy marshes And the best part of it all down in the ground where the sun don't never If the young men were squirrels is not lying to you anymore come with high bushy tails down in the ground where the sun don't never I'd fill up my shotgun Chorus with rock salt and nails come Now I lie in my bed Wipe away the tears One more year I'll be ready for the coal mine and I see your sweet face it's funny how love's done one more year and I'll be going down The past I remember Just when you let it go Every night when I pass by that mountain time cannot erase it comes back on the run I cry to see my brother underground And if I can give you anything The letters you wrote me I cry to see my brother underground were written in shame to take along with you And I know that your conscience It's all the love I found Chorus • Chorus echoes my name looking back at you © 1977 Dixie Highway Music Lord I lie here each night Chorus all alone and I weep Nothing ain't worse © 1979 Another Sundown Publishing Co. (BMI) THESE DAYS than a night without sleep Words & Music by Jackson Browne I walk out alone under the sky BIRD ON A WIRE I’ve been out walking Too empty to sing Words & Music by Leonard Cohen I don't do that much talking these days too lonesome to cry Like a bird on a wire These days If the ladies were blackbirds like a drunk in a midnight choir These days I seem to think a lot and the young men were thrushes I have tried in my way about the things that I forgot to do I'd lie there for hours to be free All of the times I had the chance to in the cold rainy marshes Like a worm on a hook If the ladies were squirrels Well I had a lover with high bushy tails like a night in an old fashioned book but I don't think I'll risk another these days I'd fill up my shotgun I have saved all my ribbons for thee These days with rock salt and nails And if I have been unkind And if I seem to be afraid I'd fill up my shotgun to live the life that I have made in song with rock salt and nails I hope you will let it go by And if I have been untrue Well it's just 'cause I've been losing so long © On Strike Music well I hope you know It was not to you Well I've quit my scheming Like a babe stillborn I don't do that much dreaming these days THE LOVER'S RETURN like a beast with its horn These days Traditional I have torn everyone These days I sit on cornerstones who reached out to me count the time in quarter tones to ten So you've come back to me at last But I swear by this song Don't confront me with my failures since time once more has set you free I've not forgotten them And asked again this heart of mine by all that I have done wrong whose early hopes were bound in thee That I will make it Now I quit my rambling make it all up to you I don't do that much gambling these days Come close and let me see your face I saw a man leaning on his crutch These days your chestnut locks are strung with snow These days I seem to think a lot And yet it is the same dear face and he said to me I loved so fondly long ago Why do you ask for so much how all the changes came about my way But I saw a woman And I wonder if I'll see another highway The same face on one summer's night she was leaning in her door And I wonder if I'll see another highway bent over low and kissed my brow And she cried out to me I loved you so dearly then why not ask for more © Warner-Tamerlane Pub. Corp. that's all passed over now Like a bird on a wire Oh no I cannot take your hand like a drunk in a midnight choir TRAVELING DAY God never gives us back our years I have tried in my way Words by Jack W. Aldrich • Music by Kate Wolf The love and youth we trusted then to be free was yours my dear in perfect truth It's a traveling day you know But I swear by this song somehow they just don't start off slow And yet I think I love you still by all that I have done wrong I must be up again and on my way as a friend loves friend I love you dear That I will make it For me leaving don't come easy God take you down life's darkened path make it all up to you long goodbyes just don't please me to where the skies are bright and clear Even when I know that I'll be back someday God take you down life's darkened path © Stranger Music Inc. (Pro Can) to where the skies are bright and clear But I'd like to give you SPRINGFIELD MOUNTAIN COAL MINER one last fond farewell before I go LOOKING BACK AT YOU To thank you for all we've shared Words & Music by Cyrus Clarke and I'd like to have you know Words & Music by Kate Wolf My brother was a Springfield Mountain coal miner This time has been a pleasure I never wrote a song for you he had three young children and a darling wife a jewel I'll always treasure that touched me like you do Last night there was a rumble on the mountain Across the hours and miles of my way We're in this together now shaft number three came down and took his life now we're finally through shaft number three came down and took his life © 1977 Another Sundown Publishing Co. (BMI) You always wanted me to feel that way you gave it all your heart Thirty miners died down in that cave-in and thirteen times they brought the wagons