The Spiritual Kind

by Terri Hendrix

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Bottom of a Hill (free) 03:34
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The Spiritual Kind (free) 04:04
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Pastures of Plenty (free) 03:44
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Acre of Land 03:47
Acre of Land
 To grow a garden
 You’ve gotta have patience
 You need to work in it everyday
 Mother nature will give you the most resistance
 But you can turn it into something anyway Some throw seeds and cross their fingers
 Some plant what they want in a row
 If my thumb was just a little bit greener I’d have what I’ve been trying to grow I’ve been able to stand On my own acre of land
 And when the wind blows me away 
 I’ve been able to stay Some call it luck Some call it will
 I’ve got something inside No storm can kill My roots find water When the rain dries up I’ve been through the fire I’ve been through the flood The sun beats me down But I get back up I’ve been able to stand On my own acre of land
 And when the wind blows me away 
 I’ve been able to stay — “Acre of Land” (Terri Hendrix) from The Spiritual Kind
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The great Jim Thorpe was Indian pride The athlete of the century was cast aside They took his medals right out of his hand And buried nuclear waste on Indian land Nuclear waste on Indian land We’ve got high-tech people With low-tech souls And dot-com wifi Internet polls We curse the wind And use the sun to tan And bury nuclear waste on Indian land Nuclear waste on Indian land Run Geronimo run They’re gonna seal the deal With a forked tongue If you knew back then What we know now You’d run Geronimo run Yeah Yeah We’ve got arrowheads We’ve got beaded bags With made in China stickers covered up by price tags Somethin’ or nothin’ will one day be Nothin’ for somethin’ for you and me Nothin’ for somethin’ for you and me! All I know about Indian history Is what I’ve seen on the TV screen I’ve been a tourist I’ve had my picture made And spent a fortune on a slot machine that never paid Nothin’ for somethin’ for you and me The great Jim Thorpe was Indian pride The athlete of the century was cast aside Ashes to ashes and dust to dust It’s anybody’s guess who we can trust It’s the guys in ties Who will shake your hand And bury nuclear waste on Indian land Nuclear waste on Indian land — “Jim Thorpe’s Blues” (Terri Hendrix) from The Spiritual Kind
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If I had a daughter, I'd tell her that the first breath of life is the easiest From then on it takes years of practice 'Cause if you know how to keep air in your lungs Then you'll survive when fate tackles you Rubs your face in the Astroturf and grinds its cleats into your back I'd tell her that it's better to be out there On the field of life takin' hits and makin' touchdowns Than bitchin' about the game in the bleachers If I had a daughter, I'd teach her how to face life And its peaks and valleys with grit, modesty, hope, compassion and love I'd want her to accept herself I'd want her to watch the stars instead of her weight Love her body, feed her soul, dance with her curves See those blue veins as a masterpiece Howl at the moon instead of her hair and to live inside out If I had a daughter, if I had a daughter If I had a daughter, I'd teach her to hold Her head high and strut through this world As a more than instead of a less than She'd trust her voice, speak her mind and seek the truth 'Cause if it talks like a duck and walks like a duck Then yes, it might be a skunk If I had a daughter, she'd know that gay or straight Pin-striped or polka-dotted, tye-dyed or solid Straight-laced or bent, she'd have my acceptance And blessing in regards to whomever she gave her heart to If I had a daughter, I'd give her a compass So if she was lost she could find her way back to reality And when her soul hit the low notes and her heart was a kick drum I'd teach her how to turn it into song If I had a daughter, if I had a daughter If I had a daughter, I'd want her to be willing To venture into the great unknown But I'd make sure she had the blueprints to build her own universe If I had a daughter, I would carry her with me In every breath of every moment I would wake with her name on my lips And go to bed with her dreams in my heart if I had a daughter If I had a daughter, if I had a daughter
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Mood Swing 04:00

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released June 6, 2007

Track Listing

1. Life’s a Song (John Hadley, Sean Locke)
2. Bottom of the Hill (Terri Hendrix)
3. The Spiritual Kind (Terri Hendrix)
4. Pastures of Plenty (Woody Guthrie)
5. Acre of Land (Terri Hendrix)
6. What is the Color of the Soul (Jimmy Driftwood, Terri Hendrix)
7. Soul of my Soul (Terri Hendrix, Lloyd Maines)
8. Things Change (Terri Hendrix)
9. No Love in Texas (Terri Hendrix)
10. Jim Thorpe Blues (Terri Hendrix)
11. If I Had a Daughter (Terri Hendrix)
12. Mood Swing (Terri Hendrix, Lloyd Maines)

Credits 

Terri Hendrix - vocals, acoustic guitars, electric guitar, harmonica, papoose, mandolin
Lloyd Maines - acoustic guitar, electric guitars, mandolin, papoose, steel, banjo, dulcimer, percussion, harmony vocals 
Glenn Fukunaga - bass guitar, ukulele
Paul Pearcy - drums and percussion
Riley Osbourn - piano and keyboards 
Bukka Allen & Adam Odor - accordion
Richard Bowden - fiddle and cello
Michael O’Connor & Walt Wilkins - harmony vocals

Produced by Lloyd Maines  
Recorded at The Zone Recording Studio in Drippings Springs, Texas
Additional recording done at Bubba's Studio and Cedar Creek Studio in Austin, Texas 
Engineered by Pat Manske and Mike Morgan 
Mixed and Mastered by Pat Manske

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Terri Hendrix San Marcos

Terri Hendrix is an award-winning Texas songwriter who spins sorrow into joy and wrings wisdom from the blues with a poetic grace, warmth and uplifting melodic flair that has long been her trademark. A classically trained vocalist and multi-instrumentalist, Hendrix dodges musical pigeonholes by weaving folk, pop, country, blues and jazz into an eclectic style all her own. ... more

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