|
1. |
|
|
|
|
My baby wants a diamond Ring
My baby wants a diamond Ring
I can't afford that diamond no more
My baby wants a diamond Ring
My baby wants a string of pearls
My baby wants a string of pearls
Gotta get on that track and make them dollars fast
My baby wants a string of pearls
That gold is gonna be mine
That gold is gonna be mine
With a pistol in my hand
Gonna get it where I can
That gold is gonna be mine (x2)
Old William has a stash of gold
Old William has a stash of gold
So I went to his place with my pistol and my grace
Old William had a stash of gold (x2)
That gold is gonna be mine
That gold is gonna be mine
With a pistol in my hand
Gonna get it where I can
That gold is gonna be mine (x2)
That gold is gonna be mine
That gold is gonna be mine
With a pistol in my hand
Gonna get it where I can
That gold is gonna be mine (x2)
My baby wants a diamond
Baby wants a diamond
Baby wants a diamond ring
|
|
2. |
|
|
|
|
Cry baby cry, crying all about
Cause you be missin' that banjo sound
Finger pickin' good and greasy bound
So you run, all the way back to momma
To grab your gun
You keep playing in your mind
That mando's playing time, after time
Those backchop beats are feelin' just fine
Take it away, foot stomps and gravy trains
Where is the heart?
Sun down day turns to night
Angel's singing, it sound just right
Demon's playing, there ain't no fight
You pray
This music will go away
You pure old heart
I'm feelin' salty but I'm drinking sprite
That tangy banjo's sounding
So dang bright
Heavy hearts to an empty stage right
You say
There is no bass today
Low day don't feel so right
Sun down day turns to night
Angel's singing, it sound just right
Demon's playing, there ain't no fight
You pray
This music will go away
You pure old heart
Blue trash don't touch my art
We want it back to how it was at the start
Dead on the tracks why did we depart
You done?
Cause you cannot take away
What's in our hearts today
What's in our hearts
Sun down day turns to night
Angel's singing, it sound just right
Demon's playing, there ain't no fight
You pray
This music will go away
You pure old heart
Blue trash won't call it art
They want it back to how it was at the start
Dead on the track
Why did we depart
Well you done?
Cause you cannot take away
What's in our hearts today
What's in our hearts this way
What's in our hearts
|
|
3. |
|
|
|
|
Basically we are all alone in the centre of a pickaxe mine
Black lung stings as the pickaxe swings
As the void of the mine closes in
The Devil Came and the Angels sang
A Song of the Holy Ghost
Tempted the soul from the pennies to the gold
Like the dust I spit from my mouth
Wooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
Remember the night with the barroom fight
Where I killed all of my best friends
We gambled it away with the whiskey open keg
And we never saw it again
Well I had a wife that I met back in High school
Her name was Lyla-Jean
We saved away to escape some place
On a local miner's minor pay
Whooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
We saved so long the fall came and gone
At Least 27 times
It fell through the floorboards into deep dark darkness
And we never saw it again
West Virginia's home and that's where we're staying
To the blade of the bible hymn
Jesus says we're wicked so we just keep on pickin'
At the scab of the open mine
Whooo oooo ooo o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
|
|
4. |
|
|
|
|
Well we're all wasted in a bar somewhere downtown
When I man walks up and pokes me with a knife and says
"Man, I'm gonna send you to hell."
Well I took that knife, I stared him straight in the eyes
I said, "Oh, boy you better fuckin' run
I've been sittin' here just a-slammin' down beers
And now its time to have some fun"
Oh
Oh well he hit me hard, yeah he hit me good
And then I fell to the ground
But I kicked him fast, I kicked him real swift
And he came a tumblin' down
He took a stab at me and nearly cut my gut
But I kicked that knife to the floor
Then I took his head and slammed it into the bar
I don't think he'll come around no more
Oh
Well I've been drinkin' here for so many damn years
Tryin' to recap my life
Every night trouble finds my sight and I can't help but fight
With a bottle of Jack and a tin of skoal
I'll be stickin' around
Until the day a man will put me away and...
I can rest my soul
Well we're all wasted in a bar
Somewhere downtown
When a man walks up and pokes me with a knife and says
"Man, I'm gonna send you to hell."
Well I took that knife, I stared him straight in the eyes
I said "Oh boy this is the day."
Then I took that knife and stabbed it straight through my eye
And then I fell to my knees
Oh
Well I've been drinkin' here for so many damn years
Tryin' to recap my life
Every night trouble finds my sight and I can't help but fight
With a bottle of Jack and a tin of skoal
I'll be stickin' around
Until the day a man will put me away and...
I can rest my soul
|
|
5. |
|
|
|
|
Seven long years, I waited for you
You played your games, I played
Mine too
While I wait for you
Courting calls and lots of hurt
Girls are crying and I'm lying in
The dirt
Trying to make this work
I'm a big jerk, fooled by your smirk
Pulled out your gun, shooting me
With words
Right through the head, oh, just
Like I deserve
Throw me to the curb
All them old folks
Gathering round me
Point and laugh, oh, while they
Watch me bleed
I'm starting to believe
This is not a dream
Completely obsene
Bury me, in the cold hard ground
Throw my body in
While I'm lying down
Then you steal my crown
Before you leave me
Lying in the dirt
Take off my boots
And give em to the herd
All them sad words
Beaten and disturbed
Company deserved
|
|
6. |
|
|
|
|
Momma made something sweet
It's good for you to eat
But you were out late messing around
The girls are in your hands
Dangerous charm you don't understand
The other men will burn you alive
You're just naive boy
You better leave boy
Tonight
The streets are whispering now
Of this gentlemen in town
A lover, who cannot be beat
The men around town
Gathered on the sacred ground
And repeated to beat their chests
You're just naive boy
You better leave boy
Right now
Been hiding as you can
Too weak to even stand
Your bones don't fit your skin no more
Caught you crying at the moon
Begging momma for a room
But she's felt the burn of your love
You're just naive boy
You better leave boy
Right now
Got down on your knees to pray
Asking your father in his grave
He whispered son
Get on your horse and ride
I'm gonna show you
Where you gonna die (x3)
You're just naive boy
You better leave boy
Right now
This blessing turned to curse
Your charm worked in reverse
And a love song
That is burnt in my mind
|
|
7. |
|
|
|
|
Lady killed a man today
Somewhere out of the way
Didn't know what to do or what to say
And she ran
Oh as fast as she can
To the nearest garbage
Where she threw his body in with a plastic bag
To cover up the rancid smell and decay of her man
Oh, what a tragic plan
Miss Mary and her man
Never killed no one before, never seen such blood
When she heard a man a'thump she grabbed that six-shooter gun
There was nothin' he could do, nothin' he could say
He was naked with another woman, screwin' around that day
One! (Hey!) Two! (Hey!) Three! (Hey!) Four! (Hey!)
Was this for real?
Five! (Hey!) Six! (Hey!) Seven! (Hey!) Eight! (Hey!)
She woke up on the floor of the jail
Was just an illusion, a toxic thrill
Kill a man, and
Thing about Miss Mary was she took too many pills
Voices in her head are calling out
Miss Mary and her man
She woke up from a dream
Seein' blood about
Her husband was innocent
She killed him anyhow
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh, Miss Mary, shootin' about
Killed a man with illusion and doubt
Oh
|
|
8. |
|
|
|
|
It's been a long dark dirty road
And pocket full of gold
And I've been out here now
All on my own
Well it's real quiet here
Just the way I like it here
There's noone to bother me
Except...
In 1955, born into Wadena's pride
I laid my head on that
Milligan creek bed
When I was a young man
I helped build these lands
I laid down these rails as a
CPR man
Thought I'd live forever
With my heart in my pocket
My gun by my side
And my feelings in a locket
Well, that was a cold year in 77
But I married my wife
We had 2 kids
I gave her a daughter
She gave me a son
And we rode those damn horses til we had none
Fists still like flyin'
Doing things for dyin'
Oh I should have put that old gun away
Well I, I am a broken Cowboy
And I don't feel right no more
Cause I am a broken Cowboy
Livin' life in the fast lane
Racing cars and robbing trains
I thought I had it all
Then one day I got the call
A father's worst dream
My son went down and I
The colours deceive me
As I see grey
Oh you're cutting me down with those
Cold words you're saying
Then you called me brother
But this can't be so cause you
Slander my name anywhere the wind will blow
Well I am a broken cowboy
And I don't feel right no more
Cause I am a broken cowboy (x2)
It's been a long dark dirty road
But a pocket full of gold
And I've been out here now
All on my own
Well it's real quiet here
Just the way I like it here
There's noone to bother me
Except that old taunting tree
|
|
9. |
|
|
|
|
Always lookin' out for number one
We never talk about that bastard son
Heading out to the liquor store
Never been without my baby before
Waiting in line just to have a drink
Guy beside you's puking in the sink
Oh
I don't feel no more
I just want liquor and dirty whores
Cause I don't care no more
(One two, one two three four)
When you walk out of that bar
You try and get in your car
With a girl hanging on your hip
You're getting ready for the big trip
Better give that girl just one more kiss
All that cocaine will leave you in a bliss
Oh
I don't feel no more
I just want liquor and dirty whores
Cause I don't care no more
No I don't care no more
You're heading on a one-way trip
Its blizzarding out so you take a dip
Then you look down at your phone
No message from your baby cause you're all alone
With all your cheat and all your lies
Your faithful father won't forgive
Your crimes
I don't feel no more
I just want liquor and dirty whores
Cause I don't care no more
No I don't care no more
|
|
10. |
|
|
|
|
It’s all roses from here
Do you see the snake slithering in
with his dirty grin
he says he'll show me the world
look at all them pretty girls
take this bag of cash You give me half and
I'll keep the rest
shake my hand you fool
here, there are no rules
Just take my hand no bullshit attached
I've got a secret plan
I'm the snake man
You don't even know it I'm eating you slowly
I want all your gold
I'm eating you hole
slither into your soul
This deal we made
Will CURVE your spine
a CEREBRUS slimmy kind
I wanted your gold
Instead I'll steal your mind
just take my hand no bullshit attached
I've got a secret plan
I'm the snake man
We're getting tired
of putting out this fire
you've started my friend
you've burned us good but
We understood you got nothing
In the end
Oh snake man, we're coming for you ×2
oh snake man, what did you do.
|
|
11. |
|
|
|
|
Well these days things ain't been alright
My best friend's been a bottle nearly every night
So honey won't you let me in
I don't got much time as far as I can tell
Been walkin' a line between heaven and hell
So honey won't you let me in
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now my bones they are a achin'
From the choices I've been makin'
That keep draggin' me away from all the names I coulda taken
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in
I need some help, I need a friend, I need some lovin' baby come on let me in
Well I've got more baggage than I can afford
That's why folks keep on catchin' me knockin' at their doors
And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground
It's been too long running round and round and round and round
I know I'm not the one who's been paying off his debts
But the winds are gettin' heavy here so honey won't you let me in
Now that I've been knockin' at your door
For about half an hour or so, maybe more
My fists are gettin' sore
So honey won't you let me in
Then I see an old pal just walkin' on by
He says "Come on man, you're lookin' bone dry"
So I took a big swig from his bottle and that was that
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now I'm sittin' right here all by my lonesome
Makin' my home on a paving stone
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in
|
|
12. |
|
|
|
|
Fat Little Killer Boy
Eggs, Sugar and Joy
Pappa used to beat em
and Momma used to knead him
Like some rolly Polly boy
Now he's making food out of you
slicing this piece in two
Hate taught how to make him
Learn just how to bake em
into some tasty joy
Fat Little Killer Boy
Don't tease him
Just please him
Tell him he's a good boy
or his hammer's coming down on you
Oh, Fat Little Killer Boy
Hit you in the head with a hammer
kill you and make up a batter
put you in a cake
bake you til you're great
cut you then served on a platter
perogies, cabbage rolls too
them boys teased you all the way through
called you little fatty
slapped you like a patty
now they're in a tasty stew
Fat Little Killer Boy
Don't tease him
Just please him
Tell him he's a good boy
or his hammer's coming down on you
Oh, you’re so
Fat little killer boy
Don't tease him
Just please him
Tell him he's a good boy
Or his hammer's coming down on you
Oh, Fat Little Killer Boy
Fat Little Killer Boy
Eggs, Sugar and Joy
|
|
13. |
|
|
|
|
If upon that day I die I'm too drunk to walk let alone to drive and I'm kickin' and I'm spittin' like I'm wild and feral won't you take me to heaven in a wheelbarrow.
I'm going to heaven in a wheelbarrow. I'm going to heaven yessir. I'm going to heaven in a wheelbarrow so won't you take me there.
Well I met a woman from the wrong side of town who gets me up when I'm going down. She keeps me in line shootin' straight and narrow now she's taking me to heaven in a wheelbarrow.
I met woman with a cold heart. She tried to take me to heaven in a shopping cart. Woman you're putting my soul in peril I'm going to heaven in a wheelbarrow.
A lot of men don't stand so tall. Most of us you know we gotta fall. Some are lookin' life down a shotgun barrel but I'm going to heaven in a wheelbarrow.
|
|
14. |
|
|
|
|
Dead love couldn’t go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push, shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord, I ain’t coming home with you
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company
Dead Love couldn't go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I’ll be in good company
In hell I'll be in Good Company
|
|
15. |
|
|
|
|
Honey you are a rock and I am your land
And we will grow
Before the sun dries us up and turns us to sand
Do you remember when the ocean went mad
And we were to blame?
We ran to another world with lives to save
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
They were the ones who could fly
They flew so high
Then I looked into your eyes never understanding why
You would never run with me
While the world is turning upside down
And all around and we are watching those birds in the sky
From the mountainside and you
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Honey you are a rock and I am your land
And we will grow
Before the sun dries us up and turns us to sand
Do you remember when the ocean went mad
And we were to blame?
We ran to another world with lives to save
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
They were the ones who could fly
They flew so high
|
|
16. |
|
|
|
|
Well this is a song about a travellin' man who knows just what he wants
He thinks he's got it all figured out and tries not to take too much
He's spent a lot of time tryin' this and that and he knows just what he likes
And he ain't goin' back
Well I've got spiders in my bed and I've got slugs up on the wall
There's a black bee a flyin' round outside of my back door
I'm weather worn my shirt is torn I got dirt comin' out my ears From being gone all these years
Well one half of my head keeps singing songs of years of old While the other sheds its skin on aggregates of minerals
I'm a cask of oak, I'm whiskey soaked, been runnin' down the line
Aw pour me another one honey I'm doin' fine
I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
Kicking up dirt while I'm on the run, double whiskey no ice
I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
A pretty lady and sing along songs, it'll take me through the night
Well I got sand in my shoes and I got dirt between my toes
There's a calm before the storm I hear or so the story goes
I'm dancing in it now, got a sweaty brow, I can feel it coursing through my veins
Aw look out baby I'm comin' through when it rains
Well I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
Kicking up dirt while I'm on the run, double whiskey no ice
And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
A pretty lady and sing along songs, it'll take me through the night
And I've been gone for so very long
Baby don't think twice, you know I'll be alright
I've got an absence without leave
I've got an ace tucked up my sleeve
With sticks and stones we'll take the throne
And make some history
And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
Kicking up dirt while I'm on the run, double whiskey no ice
And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
A pretty lady and sing along songs, it'll take me through the night
|
|
17. |
|
|
|
|
Tore up the restraining order
I don't care I'm coming over
What your daddy said isn't going over too well
Don’t you know not to kiss and tell?
Mother said “she’s my brother’s daughter”
And I don't even know who's my father
I guess she's my cousin
But she needs some sweet loving anyway!
Pulled you out by your hair
If people ask I was never there
Come on baby and take a ride with me
Come on baby let's drive to the sea
It's a hot night driving down highway sixty
With my baby in the passenger seat
I roll down the window
And I lean my head back and put my foot to the floor
We're going faster and she's saying slow down [x4]
And I say no and she's saying slow down [x3]
And I say no and shes screaming slow down
And I say no, no
|
Gold-certified bluegrass band The Dead South announce Served Live, their first double live album, available for pre-order now. Recorded during the Served Cold World Tour, which traveled the USA, UK and Ireland before the live music industry was shut down by the pandemic, Served Live is a full concert set list taped at iconic and beloved venues, from London's Brixton Academy and Denver's Mission Ballroom to The Belasco Theatre in LA. Featuring new material from the JUNO Award winning album Sugar & Joy, alongside the band's top charting, global viral hits from previous records, Served Live puts you in the front row in your own home, where we hope you'll stay safe.
"We've often thought of ourselves primarily as live, performing artists as opposed to recording artists. Our studio albums exist as a reflection of and advertisement for what we really do, which is put on high-energy shows. While a "live recording" is a bit of a paradox, we're very excited to give our fans a glimpse of what we do best. If you've seen us before, we hope this record will in some small way bring you back to the sweaty, loud live experience we've all been missing. If you have yet to see us, we hope this record excites you to come see us in the (hopefully) near future."
released January 29, 2021
The Dead South is:
Nathaniel Hilts - Guitar/Mandolin/Vocals
Scott Pringle - Mandolin/Guitar/Vocals
Danny Kenyon - Cello/Vocals
Colton Crawford - Banjo/Vocals
Danny Oliver - Intros
All songs by The Dead South except:
"Diamond Ring" by The Dead South and Erik Mehlsen
"Black Lung" by JC Ortiz
"Heaven In A Wheelbarrow" by Keiran Semple
Recorded live by Kyle "Rhubarb" Halvorson
Mixed by Kyle "Rhubarb" Halvorson
Curated by Chris Wynters and The Dead South
Mastered by Nik Kozub
Album artwork by Anna Pringle
Layout by Chris Peters and Lyle Bell
Photos by Lauren Troutman
Colour consultation by Lyle Bell
