God, this is one of the best Americana folk albums ever recorded. Absolutely gorgeous.
"My uncle's at the evening table,
Makes his living running hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill,
Says 'Charlie, you best remember who your friends are...'"
And one of my favorite folk songs ever, "Youngstown:"
"My daddy worked the furnaces,
Kept 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam, worked my way to scarfer,
A job that'd suit that devil as well.
That taconite, coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay,
Them smokestacks reaching like the arms of God
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay."