John Stewart and his music

To the baby-boomers of the Fifties, John Stewart's name is synonymous with the Kingston Trio, whose early Sixties hits like "Tom Dooley" and "Greenback Dollar" brought folk music out of the coffeehouses and onto campuses, concert halls and radio playlists. To mid-Sixties teenyboppers, John Stewart was the pen behind The Monkees' #1 hit, "Daydream Believer." To rock fans in the Seventies, John was that friend of Fleetwood Mac's who had a hit single ("Gold") co-produced by Lindsey Buckingham and a Top 10 album, Bombs Away Dream Babies, that featured Buckingham and Stevie Nicks as guest musicians. I will now pen, to the best of my memory, some of the lyrics that I can remember.

Anna on a Memory
she come rollin' by
anna on a memory
she makes me laugh, makes me cry.
makes me think of all the good times
like a bluebird learn to fly.
Blackballed in Abilene
but the mornin' looked the same
Blackballed in Abilene
Anna woke up on the train
looking at the stray dogs
running on the highway in the rain.
Ah, run dog, run
You can't catch the sun
but you can try.
Ah, run dog, run
You'll just catch that semi rollin' by.
I see that you caught the back wheel,
that's all us stray dogs gonna die.
Oh, Anna on a memory
she come rollin' by.
Oh, Anna of a memory
She makes me laughm, makes me cry
makes me think of all the good times
like a bluebird learn to fly.
makes me think of all the good times
like a bluebird learn to fly.
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Summer Child
She was never a summer child
Nah, never at all
She like the cool of the spring
the damp of the fall.
The heat of the summer made her bitchy and mean
as she watched the hired man quiet and lean.
She was never a cummer child
Nah, never at all
the time of the creatures
that slither and crawl.
she stood in her window with her back to the light,
She knew I was watching like a moth in the night.
Go down easy
Go down slow
Go down easy, child
There's a lot of summer
left to go
There's a lot of summer
left to go.
She was never a summer child
least that's what she said.
Said the voices
that talked in her head.
She'd rap on my door, ask to come in.
She'd move thru the grass like a witch in the wind.
Yeah, that summer in Macon in the year '45
burned in my brain til the day that I died.
Go down easy
Go down slow
Go down easy
Go down slow
Go down easy, child
there's a lot of summer left to go.
Shw was never a summer child,
Nah, never at all.
Go down easy
Go down slow.
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Gold
Gold out there out in California
get you a map of the Dutchman mine.
Pickin' up gold with our bare hands, baby.
When we got there, it was stone bone dry.
Easy money is a hard life baby, all in all.
Loafin' aound smokin' and drinkin'
woke up in the morning and you didn't have a dime
out on the street, do you some dealin'
Your best friend baby was the police all the time.
Easy money is a hard life baby, get you a rich many baby,
buys you everything your little head desires,
lots of clothes, trips to mexico
but everybody knows he can't light you fire.
Easy money is a hard life baby, all in all.