Dave Gunning – No More Pennies Lyrics

Along The Way

Dave Gunning / Jamie Robinson

Is it right or is it wrong, I heard it in a Rebel song

Leaves me with a question mark, spinning tails and open hearts

I sunk my wheels in the dirt, got hung up on your every word Now I’m counting days to kill the time, ’til I’m back to what I left 

behind

Ashes to ashes and east to west

These are the roads that know me the best

No matter how long no matter how far I stray

I need you all along the way

Boots laced and pulled tight, worn thinner on the outside

Every step worth it’s weight, worth the give worth the take

There’s a place for everything, at least that’s how it’s supposed to be For all the times I’ve come and gone, I still know where I belong

Ashes to ashes and east to west

These are the roads that know me the best

No matter how long no matter how far I stray

I need you all along the way

I need you all along

I need you

Ashes to ashes and east to west

These are the roads that know me the best

No matter how long no matter how far I stray

I need you all along the way

 

Coal From The Train
Dave Gunning / Bruce Guthro

 

I’ve worked this job since I was 15

On this old steel liner running on steam

Cutting through the woods to the mills stations and towns Through the wind and rain beating down Got my share of problems that I won’t share That’s just the way that it goes ’round here There’s food on our plates and clothes on our backs That’s more than I can say for some folk along these tracks

Oooooh shovelin’ coal from this train

Before the sun rises I’m back in my boots

And I’m killing time with some old railway tune

It’s been a long winter it’s been cold as hell

We’ll stop for lunch when the clock strikes twelve

When the work gets tough the money stays the same

Yet we hold on to things that haven’t changed

And for all the ones without a chance to give back

We do this job even though they never ask

Oooooh shoveling coal from this train

Sometimes I get mean when I’m a drinking not a man you want to cross But I’ll not see a child go hungry or face a winter frost As we pass by these troubled shacks we try to ease their pain We dig those shovels way down deep no need to explain Oooooh shoveling coal from this train

I’ve been retired now for a year

Still hear that engine ringing in my ears

The train still smokes and that whistle blows

I watch my TV and sit here by the stove

When I’m on my way into the liquor store

I run into folks taking money for the poor

I reach in my pocket and dig for change

And hand it out no need to explain

Oooooh shoveling coal from this train

 

We Can’t Win
Dave Gunning / Jamie Robinson

 

I keep feeling like I’m in the back seat

When all I want to do is steal the wheel and drive

Without ever looking back

You and I could ride along the coast line

Lose ourselves just to see what we might find

When we get off of the map

We should be doubling down on the long shots, we should be climbing 

out on a limb

If it’s a game between the two of us, you and I should be betting big If we’re not playing we’re not playing we can’t win

There’s a part of us that always waiting

Holding on holding out for the perfect time and then going nowhere I keep hearing the horizon calling And all I want to do is take your hand in mind Cause the road is open wide

We should be doubling down on the long shots, we should be climbing 

out on a limb

If it’s a game between the two of us, you and I should be betting big If we’re not playing we’re not playing we can’t win

Ya you know those times

When we walked but should have run

Well here we are right now

We can’t lose to anyone

Doubling down on the long shots, climbing out on a limb

If it’s a game between the two of us, you and I should be betting big If we’re not playing we’re not playing we can’t win

 

A Game Goin’ On
Dave Gunning, David Francey

 

There’s hockey on TV it’s Saturday night

At the rink across the road they play under the lights

Come winter time it’s the game that we love

I just play for fun but there’s hockey in my blood

Down to the rink to the pond to the river

There’s a game goin’ on goin’ on forever

With shovels in hand we come from all around

On a bright and windless day when the snow stops coming down Let’s all meet by the lake at the end of the town Where the anthem that plays is that shovel scraping sound

Down to the rink to the pond to the river

There’s a game goin’ on goin’ on forever

Down to the rink to the pond to the river

There’s a game goin’ on goin’ on forever

And whoever shows up that’s who gets to play

Let’s divy them up in the usual way

All sticks in the middle then each one to an end

To get a goal shoot the puck between the frozen boots let this game 

begin

The blue line’s a thin line of dried yellow grass

The bull rush defense man’s in the way of the pass

Some hardly skate some skate just like the wind

Let’s play until it’s dark ’til when we have to go back in

Down to the rink to the pond to the river

There’s a game goin’ on goin’ on forever

Down to the rink to the pond to the river

There’s a game goin’ on goin’ on forever

Down to the rink to the pond to the river

There’s a game goin’ on goin’ on forever

There’s hockey on TV it’s Saturday night

 

These Hands
Dave Gunning, George Canyon

Some hands have held the world together

Some hands have fought in wars forever

Tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

Some hands have blessed a million people

Some hands helped free the world from evil

Tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

The world could use a hero of the human kind

So tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

Some hands can stop a life from dying

Some hands comfort a baby crying

So tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

The world could use a hero of the human kind

So tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

I want to sing it from my heart, I want to hear it in the wind ‘Til it blows around the world, and comes back again All that we can ask, is for ours to be free To use them when we want, for whatever the need

Some hands give voice to a nation

Some hands wrote “The Times They Are a-Changin'”

So tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

The world could use a hero of the human kind

So tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

What shall I do with these hands of mine

The world could use a hero of the human kind

So tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

So tell me what shall I do with these hands of mine

 

The Family Name
Dave Gunning / Jamie Robinson

 

Standing on the port side of a British Brigantine, bound by a promise 

to place I haven’t seen

Traveling light with no reason to stay, with only my family name

There’ll be wheat to be raised and barley to sow, grass for the cattle 

rich land for the plough

There’ll fish in every stream, wild fowl and tame, for me and my 

family name

Let these roots take hold as the days unfold

So I may stand the test beyond my last breath

Fire lights at midnight as we ghost along the shore, met by cold 

despair for struggle was in store

Not one empty acre for raising up the grain, it was a tortured test of 

faith

But I felled the tallest pines I dug into the dirt, toiled through 

each waking hour for all that I was worth

That’s where I built my homestead, that’s where I laid my claim, for 

me and my family name

Let these roots take hold as the days unfold

So I may stand the test beyond my last breath

I felt sickness and fear and I’ve watch 15 years roll by

Now I’m standing on the hillside looking out beyond, and I can see my 

home my wife and my three sons

May they write it on my stone before it’s ever called to shame, as 

they carry the family name

Let these roots take hold as the days unfold

So I may stand the test beyond my last breath

Let these roots take hold as the days unfold

So I may stand the test beyond my last breath

 

Too Soon To Turn Back
Dave Gunning / Jamie Robinson

 

Night falls like charcoal on a mist covered moon, erasing another day And I’m caught in between having so much to tell you, and not knowing 

what to say

Words don’t come easy they don’t fall from the sky

No matter how hard I try

I don’t know where this heart’s gonna land

It’s like a tornado touching down

And I can’t explain it I’m just hoping some how

That it’s not too late to figure this out

Cause it’s too soon to turn back now

I could read you a story of the soft covered kind, complete with 

surprise at the end

And picture you listening and closing your eyes

To the pages the chapters dreaming in colour

With me by your side

I don’t know where this heart’s gonna land

It’s like a tornado touching down

And I can’t explain it I’m just hoping some how

That it’s not too late to figure this out

Cause it’s too soon to turn back now

Words don’t come easy, they keep taking their time

No matter how hard I try

And I can’t explain it I’m just hoping some how

That it’s not too late to figure this out

Cause it’s too soon to turn back now

Too soon to turn back now

 

Little White Seeds
Dave Gunning / Karine Polwart

 

He let in the day like he’d seen it before

Just like he’d seen enough and he was ready to go

And then she came running blowing weightless and free

Like the little white spinning angel wings on the little white seeds

She had air in her fingers she had hair in her eyes

It was the colour of amber they were the colour of skies

She said, “papa I’m flying can you fly like me too”

He said, “you take my hand and we’ll travel the whole world together” And he gave her his wings as he let the last strings go forever

She let in the day like she’d seen it before

Just like she’d seen enough and she was ready to go

She looked to the horizon where the fields had released

All those little white spinning angel wings on the little white seeds

She had years in her fingers she had tears in her eyes

They were the colour of amber they were the colour of skies

In her mind she is flying blowing weightless and free

Her hand reaches to hold on to summers still golden in her mind Then she gives up her wings and she lets the strings go for the last 

time

 

When The Cold Weather Comes
Dave Gunning / Jim Dorie

 

When the cold weather comes and the earth begins to freeze

With a pale yellow glow and stubble in the fields

A lonely scarecrow watching with nothing left to do

But wait when the cold weather comes

Then comes the falling snow that will settle in to stay

Then the wind blows it around but won’t blow it away

Beneath the frosty blanket in the midwinter bleak

Fast asleep when the cold weather comes

When the cold weather comes this town will grow quiet

Then the whisper of the wind will push a hole through the silence We’ll gather in the kitchen play the tunes a little longer The wood burns hotter when the cold weather comes

There’s time to think about the seasons come and gone

And the one that lies ahead that will spring up from the ground You may have a chance to get some rest You might even catch your breath When the cold weather comes

We’ll know when it’s right we’ll know it’s the time

When we feel like we’re missing the world goin’ by

When cabin fever swells there’s a way to break free

And time to leave when the cold weather comes

We’ll enter the doors of the pubs of the towns

Where it’s better to be early ahead of the crowd

And all those girls stand in line with barely nothing on They’re the toughest ones when the cold weather comes

So raise your glass to the seasons come and gone

And the one that lies ahead that will spring up from the ground You may have a chance to get some rest You might even catch your breath When the cold weather comes

 

The Weight of My Guitar
Dave Gunning / Lennie Gallant

 

Picked up my guitar and passed it to the kid

He said he found it heavy guess I hadn’t thought about it

He must have struck a chord somewhere in the back of my mind Maybe from another time

Bought it new when I was a young and set out on the road

The songs came fast but the lines grew old

The colour of it darkened before my eyes

As another world fell inside

Broken strings left behind from stories where I stood

Like wishes from a fallen star

And it’s cracked from those aches that I drove into the wood You’d never guess it from afar The weight of my guitar

Ghosts from the past are hiding in there

Skeletons from closets in need of repair

The best kept secrets whispered in a bar

Under the bridge of my guitar

“Don’t tell” she said, “unless you do

In a song that makes me a little less blue

I’m a sucker for a punch line and that’s no joke”

Then I watched her go

Broken strings left behind from stories where I stood

Like wishes from a fallen star

And it’s cracked from those aches that I drove into the wood You’d never guess it from afar The weight of my guitar

Somewhere there’s a heart it’s heavy as a ton

I can feel it getting lighter with the beat of every strum You’d never guess it from afar The weight of my guitar

 

That’s When We Fell
Dave Gunning / Jamie Robinson

 

I had never seen the stars so close as they were

Right before this perfect world ended

We never touched the moon it was just for us to see

It will never be like the beginning

It’s locked in the dark like scripture and verse

Protected from changes or reason

If I could gather these thoughts and rewrite the words

Maybe then I’d understand them

We climbed up so high with oxygen thin spinning close to the edge We looked down that’s when we fell I wish you well

The wind and the rain wear everything down

’till a memory is the only thing leaving

Now I’m trying to speak but I can’t make a sound

Holding silence as a gift worth giving

We climbed up so high with oxygen thin spinning close to the edge We looked down and that’s when we fell I wish you well

We burned like a fire with oxygen thin spinning close to the edge We looked down that’s when we fell I wish you well

I had never seen the stars so close as they were

Right before this perfect world ended

 

Living In Alberta
Dave Gunning / Jim Dorie

 

I thought I’d leave for a year or two make some money and return to you But outside the darkness passes by another shift bus morning ride The icy fog horizon line not part of nature’s grand design The flare stack makes you think it’s dawn long before the sun

I’m living in Alberta miles away from everything I know

I’m living in Alberta dying to get back home dying to get back home

I used to walk along the beach to feel the sand beneath my feet But out here there’s no ocean waves you wouldn’t hear them anyway These grains of sand don’t wash and roll they’re heavy black and fused 

with oil

100 tons in every load on one never ending road

I’m living in Alberta miles away from everything I know

I’m living in Alberta dying to get back home dying to get back home

Now I’ve made a lot of friends out here but it’s not where I belong And Alberta’s she’s been good to me I’ll miss her when I’m gone

But I’ll know when the tide is in I’ll feel your breath upon my skin Sitting by the fire again singin’ to your ocean I know I’ll miss the Northern lights but not those minus forty nights And if someone sings a Ron Hynes song we’ll know every word