Porch Stomp 2022 Finale! 

Join us shortly after 5pm under the big tree at the Parade Ground (see #9 on below map) and we'll sing some songs together to wrap up the day! 

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"Angeline the Baker" (Traditional)

"Come Around" (Nick Horner) 

Follow a dream and life ain't what it seems
it's hard to believe that you can't know it all
when life is a stage and we're all living plays
where will you be when the curtain falls?

When you're tired of living life on the line
come and take a walk with me
when you can't pretend that everything is fine
you'll make it

[Chorus]:
Hey, follow me down; the river sits just outside of town
if you're looking for things that you haven't found
hey, follow me down; not everything lies on solid ground
and maybe you'll find if you come around it'll come around


When life is a thrill but all against your will
a moment to breathe can help to ease those blues
one minute you're fine, the next you're doing time
paying the fees on someone else's dues

And in the evening when the lamps are burning high
and the oil's running low
just call my name and take a walk outside
you'll make it

[Chorus]

Don't waste your time working so hard for your survival

 

When you're tired of making sense of it all

without a dime to spare

tired of tying up your pictures on the wall,

and breaking

[Chorus]
 

"This Land is Your Land" (Woody Guthrie) 

This land is your land and this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters

This land was made for you and me

 

As I went walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me that endless skyway

Saw below me that golden valley

This land was made for you and me

 

I roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts

All around me a voice was sounding

This land was made for you and me

 

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling

The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting

This land was made for you and me

 

This land is your land and this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters

This land was made for you and me

 

When the sun come shining, then I was strolling

And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling

The voice come a-chanting and the fog was lifting

This land was made for you and me