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Written by Max in 1989 and newly arranged for the album Story of My Life.

"More than twenty miles from a maintained road, in a desert mountain wilderness, I had barely extricated my vehicle from where it was stuck in deep sand as the sun went down. After buiding a fire and cooking dinner, I hiked in the dark up a long arroyo, finally spreading my blanket under a juniper tree for a well-earned sleep. In the morning I was awakened by a ground-dwelling bee buzzing over my face, trying to return to its burrow, which was blocked by my head.

"After the Loma Prieta earthquake destroyed the Terra Incognita loft and I was homeless, a friend of a friend gave me a key to an abandoned industrial building, where I set up a studio illegally. I first recorded this song there. It was first performed by Wickiup in 1994."

Lyrics

who's calling you out of bed so early?
who's calling you out of bed so early?
you must go sailing over chilly meadows
filling slowly with light
 
who calls you in the night?
who calls you in the morning?
who calls you over chilly meadows
slowly turning golden in the light
 
you be my country dancer
you be my country dancer
you be my country dancer
teach me your country style
 
labor up a rocky gully
acacia love to grow
she make for the ridgeline
just barely touched by gold
 
sunlight coming inside
come in to warm you up now
fill up a cup of nectar
fresh smell that draw you over
 
follow your nose across this ground
 
tell me tell me what did you find?
tell me tell me what did you find?
i can't tell you let me show you
i can't tell you let me show you
watch me get down in my country dance
watch me get down in my country dance
 
i break away left
i break away right
i go clean up the center to trace my line
gather around me, watch my line
keep it in your eye when you step outside
 
you gonna look up, look up, point to the light
bear south just a little and follow my line
go south up the gully way over the ridge
til you pick up my trail with the nose in your face
til you pick up my trail with the nose in your face
 
she found too much, too much brightness
she must break away
stunned by that sweet love potion
struggle to break away
 
show me show me what did you find?
show me show me what did you find?
 
you be my country dancer
you be my country dancer
you be my country dancer
you be my country dancer
 

Copyright © Max Carmichael 1989, 2015.

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