Dead Letter Office/Chronic Town

(berry/buck/mills/stipe)



Reverend bill funderburk sings "he cared that much for me"
Charles surratt introduces his own composition "on calvary for me"
"the joy of knowing jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring john barbee

The pure tenor quality of the voice of harold montgomery
Gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "the old rugged cross"
Chill bumps appear and i am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
Innermost selves with the outpouring of their hearts
On and on the songs roll and soon you are caught up
In the sermon in each rendition as you come to feel
The devotion and dedication that is poured forth
Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!

"let your light so shine"
Could not be more aptly applied
As there shines a light from heaven on your heart
Through their singing. as an artist, rhonda montgomery
Exemplifies piano artistry. that's rhonda! an artist!

This album can be the instrument to mend a broken heart
Or to straighten out your life through the sincere testimony
In the songs of the revelaires. a must!

J. elmo fagg, founder and leader
Of the blue ridge quartet
For 23 years. temple records, lst 390
Planning to make a record?
We are associated with united music world recording studios, inc.,
West columbia, sc. the finest sound available anywhere

"the joy of knowing jesus",
Produced by joel gentry
Cover/backliner design/reesor

The revelaires, a must
The revelaires
A must, in their home

(berry/buck/mills/stipe/ayers)



Windout - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're really spent
Windout - if you're young and red

(chorus)
Yeah, tick tock, it's tine o'clock
Once is good enough, you really go

So find out - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're out of wind
Windout - if you're out of sin

(repeat chorus)

Winding up

There's no doubt - that you're feeling fine
No doubt - that you're out of mind
No doubt - that you're young and red

Windout - if you're really spent
Find out - if you're young and red
Windout - if you're out of wind
If you're young and red

Tick tock, time to clock my band
Once is good enough, you really go

Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, find out, no doubt
Windout, windout, windout

(lou reed)



Here she comes you better watch your step
She's going to play you for a fool, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She'll build you up to just put you down
What a clown

Cause everybody knows
The things she does to please
She's just a little tease
See the way she walks, hear the way she talks

You're written in her book
You're number thirty-seven have a look
She's going to play you for a fool, it's true
Little boy on the street
Before you start you're already beat
She's going to smile to make you frown
What a clown

Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks, hear the way she talks

Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
She's a femme fatale
She's a femme fatale
She's a femme fatale

(lou reed)



(chorus 1)
There she goes again (there she goes)
She's out on the street again (there she goes)
She's down on her knees my friend (there she goes)
Won't have to ask her please again (there she goes)

(chorus 2)
Look a little closer there's no tears in her eyes
You know she won't make it with just any guy
What can you do (there she goes)
See her walking down the street (there she goes)
With all your friends she's gonna meet (there she goes)
You'd better hit her

(repeat chorus 1)

(repeat chorus 2 2x)

(berry/buck/mills/stipe)



Women got legs, men got pants
I got the picnic, you got the ants,
Put it in the fire heaven knows
Take my torch and touch your toes in hell

It's a burning hell
You can burn in hell
It's a burning hell
You can burn in hell
It's a burning hell

Women don't fret, boys don't bet
Let me see your silhouette in hell
Women above me take my love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love

It's a burning hell
It's a burning hell
Baby, baby, baby, i'm hell
It's a burning hell

Girl stop moving, boy behave
Baby, i'll put you in an early grave in hell
Love on the ceiling, love on the floor
I'm gonna leave you burning for more
Burn in the country, burn downtown
All the best people are burning down in hell, hell, ah hell

It's a burning hell
You'll burn in hell
It's a big, burning, giant, colossal matter
Hell
Oh, baby, i'm hell

Burn, burn, burn!

(berry/buck/mills/stipe)



(chorus)
Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Banded ottoman as such
Sofa seated one too much
All along the range, all along the range
Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you

(repeat chorus)

Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
Out and down, hands stuck to the left
To the right, you should fall,
The horses just don't gossip anymore

(repeat chorus)

Ages of you
Ages of you
Ages of you