American singer-songwriter Dar Williams lives at the intersection of pop and folk. She fuses many genres (blues, rock, jazz), resulting in a rather organic sound. She has been making music for over a decade.
Her studio album My Better Self finds Dar at an unequivocally brazen crossroads. Reflecting on American politics, the disillusionment and apathy of youth, and the female experience, Dar makes no apology for her outspoken beliefs.
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It's a small town life and I like it DAm 'Cause the bad don't get in your way
There's an angry god gonna strike it FG Yeah, that's what we pay him for, that's why we pray
Am Well, I guess the angry god he was a-fishing DAm When Molly called me up with the news
Within the space of a week F Yeah, a pervert or a sex freak C Let the kids take a peek G That's more than a little cheek N.C. Am No pun intended
CHORUS: GC Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay FC Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman AmDm And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children GAm If the young man wants to see the sun go down
So, there was no time fooling with the trifles DAm There was no use in telling the men
They would just go running for their rifles FG And then once you got him, couldn't get him again
Am So, Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle DAm And Marge got her gardening clips
And Sally LaBiche F Put her hound on a leash C And the timer on the quiche G She's kind of nouveau riche N.C. Am But we like her
CHORUS: GC Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay FC Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman AmDm And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children GAm If the young man wants to see the sun go down
It was the kids who spotted him a-running DAm As we drove through the harbour fog
And that's when we got our engines gunning FG 'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bog
Am We got our hip-high rubber boots strapped on DAm And Molly got the big flashlights out
And by the "Welcome to New England" sign F Got him with the fishing line CG In the dark, smell of brine
Betty said "This one is mine." N.C. Am She is ruthless
CHORUS: GC Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay FC Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman AmDm And you just say no and you don't touch my children GAm If the young man wants to see the sun go down
Well, we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him DAm 'Cause you don't have to take it so far
When your roots go back to Old Salem FG And you've got a local chapter of the DAR
Am Now I don't go tooting on my lobsters DAm 'Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaid
But it's a victory won F And it couldn't be done C By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky G Fun-in-the-sun N.C. Am Braless wonders
CHORUS: GC Ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay FC Going east of Mississippi, got a flinty kind of woman AmDm And you know your place and you don't touch my children GAm If the young man wants to see the sun go down Dm N.C. Am If the young man wants to see the sun go down