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Order the new album here: https://jamesleebaker.bandcamp.com/ Stream here: https://li.sten.to/012YDVI Recorded live at Blue Rock Studios in Wimberley, Texas. Cameras by Sarah Randolph. Engineering by Chris Bell. Written by James Lee Baker (BMI) "In 2002, I joined the U.S. Army to become a cryptologic linguist. After an unexpected medical issue and conflict with my medical history, I was discharged from the military. In my platoon was a man who had joined to fight for his friends and co-workers who had died during the attacks on the World Trade Center in New York City just one year earlier. He was supposed to be in one of the towers that day but was under the weather and didn’t make the trip into the city. I still recall them screaming, asking us 'what makes the green grass grow?!' and me having to, reluctantly, comply by shouting back 'Blood! Bright red blood, drill sergeant!'." – James Lee Baker Performers: James Lee Baker: vocals, acoustic guitar Matt Hubbard: hurdy gurdy Roscoe Beck: fretless bass Doug Pettibone: pedal steel Javier Chapparo: violin Lyrics: Some nights I dream that I am falling From a window down to the street Trying to grab hold of something While I’m breaking through the sunbeams And wishing that I was still asleep I'm woken up by screaming in the darkness On a bunk bed that feels like concrete In the barracks of the Army In Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri A drill sergeant calls us to our feet He yells “what makes the green grass grow, soldiers?” “Blood! Bright red blood!”, we shout back In only eight weeks We’ll be killing machines But there’s no green gras in Iraq Some nights I dream that I am falling From a window down to the street Trying to grab hold of something While I’m breaking through the sunbeams And wishing that I was still asleep I think a lot about that September morning I watched the whole thing unfold on the news While co-workers and friends All met their end I was sick at home with the flu So I handed in my two-week notice I knew exactly what I had to do I mustered up the courage And I stepped out of the brokerage And into a pair of boots Some nights I dream that I am falling From a window down to the street Trying to grab hold of something While I’m breaking through the sunbeams And wishing that I was still asleep #SingerSongwriter #Folk #100Summers #JamesLeeBaker