1. |
Downhearted Rag
02:35
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Downhearted Rag
Headed out the door with my .44,
Headed down to the 'ol race track,
No time for so long, baby, I'm gone,
No tellin' when I'll be back,
There's just one thing for sure, babe, I got to go,
No sense lookin' for your nation sack,
'Cause it's a long hard road to the next post code,
Ridin' blind down a railroad track.
Don't blame it on the fever,
Don't blame it on the rain,
Don't blame it on the dog,
Don't blame it on the railroad train,
Don't blame it on you,
Don't blame it on me,
Just pin the blame on the fruit of the poisonous tree
Ain't gonna make no sense lookin' for me,
Ain't no sense cookin' for two,
The writin's on the wall, mule's kickin' in the stall,
The ink's runnin' on the I.O.U.
Maybe, I'll see ya come Fall, at the curtain call,
Wearing time like an old tattoo,
But, you best believe, there'll be no reason to grieve,
When it's all so downhearted and blue,
Don't blame it on the fever,
Don't blame it on the rain,
Don't blame it on the dog,
Don't blame it on the railroad train,
Don't blame it on you,
Don't blame it on me,
Just pin the blame on the fruit of the poisonous tree.
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2. |
One Way Track
03:58
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One Way Track
Them nightwalkers, them fast talkers, It's a paradise of sin,
Snow blindin', Teeth grindin', Here I go again
Black holes and a slippery slope,
Smooth women and smoother dope,
No time to take a breather, no time to cut loose,
Third Degree Burnout got your neck in a noose
She got them Jackie O shades in the mornin' sun,
Low profile rider, she gonna get the job done,
Struttin' down the block in yesterday's clothes,
Excuse yourself a minute while you powder your nose,
No time for bedtime, no time for a snooze,
Third Degree Burnout got you payin' your dues
Them glazed peoples and fish steeples, now there ain't no lookin' back,
Lone highway, goin' my way is a one way track,
Butt filled bottles and candles too,
Feel so down from your head to your shoe,
No time for good times, your time got used,
Third Degree Burnout got ya singin' The Blues.
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3. |
Cemetery Road
03:12
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Cemetery Road
Had a big house in the country,
Used to be a chicken coop,
We sent along that letter,
And Harrowsmith got the scoop,
Now we're livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road,
A shotgun totin' hippy,
Followin' his painted rose,
Next door to all those restin',
Close to home now, I suppose,
Now we're livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road,
See, we got all of the convenience,
So the country can't compete,
We got the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
All buried 'cross the street,
Now we're livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road,
From the country to the county,
And all points in between,
Here's to good times sippin' vino,
And lessons learned livin' lean,
Now we're livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road,
We got married, we'll get buried,
Underneath that big oak tree,
We're the undertaker's neighbour,
Ya know, we'll save the tippin' fee,
Now we're livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road,
We got all of the convenience,
So the country can't compete,
We got the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
All buried 'cross the street,
Now we livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road,
Now we're livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road,
Now we're livin' down,
The end of Cemetery Road.
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4. |
Untrue Blues
03:54
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5. |
Brokedown Buggy Blues
02:58
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Brokedown Buggy Blues
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
Well, all my tires are flat,
Stuck here in a ditch,
Couldn't get turned around in time,
On account of that busted signal switch.
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
The rain been buildin' up,
Since my wipers been down,
Never find time to fix 'er up,
I'm the only good mechanic in this town.
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
I got them brokedown buggy blues,
Well, all my tires are flat,
Stuck here in a ditch,
Couldn't get turned around in time,
On account of that busted signal switch.
I got them brokedown buggy blues.
I got them brokedown buggy blues.
I got them brokedown buggy blues.
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6. |
Rose Petals
05:05
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Rose Petals
We all have our ups and downs, it's true,
We all been way up on cloud 9, We all been down and blue,
It don't matter if you're from the big city,
Or you're country through and through,
Life's a journey, not a destination,
On a path to find love that's true.
It's on these streets the minstrel must rely
Near the clock down by the square
Where all the prettiest girls go by,
There you stood beneath the tower,
That's when you caught my eye,
We've been together ever since that night,
Together till the day we die.
You've been my rock from the beginning,
Like that tower standing strong,
I'll never lose for winning,
The love that wrote this song.
After all these years of lovin',
Even when you've fallen I have found,
You land with such grace,
Like rose petals to the ground.
Those starry nights alone beside the fire,
With the heavens all lit up just like an angels choir,
We pass the jug into the night,
There's nothing more we require,
We have it all when we have each other
And each other's sweet desire.
You've been my rock from the beginning,
Like that tower standing strong,
I'll never lose for winning,
The love that wrote this song.
After all these years of lovin',
Even when you've fallen I have found,
You land with such grace,
Like rose petals to the ground.
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7. |
Everafter
05:33
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Everafter
They're throwing rice up in the air,
To consummate the grand affair,
Went from a widow to an heir,
Now you've got some in your hair,
And the stars are shining bright,
As you bid them all good night,
You blow a kiss goodbye,
And snap the garter on your thigh.
A loyal truth, a sacred vow,
All got you to this point somehow,
You took the harness from the plow,
And hitched it to a sacred cow,
And the sun began to shine,
On the matrimony vine,
The fruit fell to your feet,
But, the taste was bittersweet.
They say the grass is always greener,
Over there, on the other side,
And each blade is sweet seduction,
For a widow or a bride.
You stood there doing dishes,
Looking out across the green,
Ran the towel 'cross the blade,
Tossed it down in the ravine.
They're throwing rice up in the air,
As you glide down the wooden stair,
He never was a millionaire,
But, you thank The Lord in prayer,
And your wedding dress is white,
As you depart with your knight,
Head out for a green field,
And lay down his sword and shield.
They say the grass is always greener,
Over there, on the other side,
And each blade is sweet seduction,
For a widow or a bride.
You stood there doing dishes,
Looking out across the green,
Ran the towel 'cross the blade,
Tossed it down in the ravine.
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8. |
Cope
03:20
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Cope
One man spins the reel,
Another tips the bottle,
Each fight back the tide,
To drift on into tomorrow.
One man fights with silver,
Another crawls along the vine,
Each one of them the same,
Just biding away their separate time.
When I reached out and lent my hand,
They looked so damned confused,
Took pity on the wounded ones,
Had to see if they could choose.
So short lived was my regard,
It hadn’t life to breathe,
Both reply in inner eye,
Why the hell don’t you just leave.
This man burns the root,
That man douses out the flame,
Those men know in their own minds,
Their own minds are far from sane.
This one feels the need,
That one needs the feel,
That one’s got his bottle,
This one’s got his reel.
And I wonder sometimes,
If it ever just might come to that,
And I worry sometimes, If one day that’s just where it’s at.
If the mirror, one day might crack,
Reality might just bite back,
Reality might just bite back,
Reality might just bite back, baby.
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9. |
Jaco’s Bar and Grill
03:18
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Jaco’s Bar and Grill
You wanna get down in the foggy town,
it’s Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
He got what you need, you better best proceed,
to Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
He got folks on the stage with their mojo workin’,
Everywhere you look, there’s wimmen lurkin’,
You wanna get down in the foggy town,
it’s Jaco’s Bar and Grill.
You wanna get high, you wanna cut loose,
it’s Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
You got a itch you wanna scratch, you better best dispatch,
to Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
He got hot pickled eggs, and jambalaya too,
He got a still down the back, full of mornin’ dew,
You wanna get high, you wanna cut loose,
it’s Jaco’s Bar and Grill.
You better know the password if you wanna get in,
to Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
He got rum and tequila, he don’t mess with no gin,
at Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
He got everything you need, keep you satisfied,
So close to heaven, you gonna think you died,
You better know the password if you wanna get in,
to Jaco’s Bar and Grill.
Things got real quiet since the law showed up,
at Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
They took out the still, and the whiskey cup,
from Jaco’s Bar and Grill,
Slammed a warrant on the bar, said we’re shuttin’ her down,
You got people droppin’ in from all over town,
Things got real quiet since the law showed up,
at Jaco’s Bar and Grill.
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Rich Junco
Willie Dixon said it best:
~ The Blues is the Roots, the Rest is the
Fruits. ~
Everything I do has its Roots in the Blues. Willie taught me that.
Louis Armstrong had his own perspective:
~ All Music is Folk Music. I ain't never heard a horse sing a song. ~
So, I make Folk Music. Louis taught me that.
At the end of the day, it's Music!
It's in the air.
I just try to pull it out.
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