1. |
Act of Approach
00:47
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2. |
Diamond Ring
04:08
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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
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
That gold is gonna be mine
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
Old William had a stash of gold
That gold is gonna be mine
That gold is gonna be mine
With a pistol in my hand gonna get it where I can
Old William had a stash of gold
Old William had a stash of gold
[Banjo Solo]
Old William had a stash of gold
Old William had a stash of gold
That gold is gonna be mine
That gold is gonna be mine
With a pistol in my hand gonna get it where I can
Old William had a stash of gold
Old William had a stash of gold
Old William had a stash of gold
Baby wants a diamond
Baby wants a diamond
Baby wants a diamond
Baby wants a diamond ring
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3. |
Blue Trash
04:05
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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
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4. |
Black Lung
03:21
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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
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5. |
Fat Little Killer Boy
02:33
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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
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6. |
Broken Cowboy
06:20
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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 no one 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 land
I laid down these rails as a CPR man
Thought I'd live forever
With my heart in my pocket
Oh, 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
But I, I am me, 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
But I, I am me, a broken cowboy
And I don't feel right no more
'Cause I am a broken cowboy
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7. |
Snake Man Pt. 1
01:42
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8. |
Snake Man Pt. 2
04:05
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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 whole
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 (x3)
Oh snake man, we're coming for you ×2
Oh snake man, what did you do
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9. |
Heaven In A Wheelbarrow
02:23
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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
Verse
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
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
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
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. 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
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10. |
Crawdaddy Served Cold
03:26
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We did the grind for many years
Too many some might say
It's easy to get lost with the taste of money on the brain
We did it so good, so good so fast
We forget some years ago
We were toddlers in the grass
Life ain’t easy being on the road
It's grab and go food and drinks
That ain't good for the soul
Well it’s long nights and coffee cups
Restless sleep for weeks
And trying not to mess up
Well we played our hand
But we killed our fellow man
We traded his mind for a wondrous time
Oh well, what does it mean when you
Let a brother down
Can this be fixed somehow?
Well the tires flat, the engine leaks
Suspensions busted and the belt is weak
We always seem to make it home
But each time we leave again
You can see the sadness in the man
How did we miss this for so long
Life ain't easy being on the road
It's a van full of filthy trash
And a bag of stinky clothes
Long drives and cigarettes
Sweaty suits for weeks
And trying to play our best
Well we played our hand
But we killed our fellow man
We traded his mind for a wondrous time
Oh well, what does it mean when you
Let a brother down
Can this be fixed somehow?(x3)
If you just needed
Someone to call you friend
I should have seen it right from the start
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11. |
Alabama People
02:10
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Friendly people in Alabama
Lovely people in Alabama
Happy people in Alabama
Wealthy people in Alabama
Greedy people in Alabama
Needy people in Alabama
Hungry people in Alabama
Broken people in Alabama
Lonely people in Alabama
Friendly people in Alabama (x2)
All the people in Alabama (x4)
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12. |
Spaghetti
04:19
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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
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13. |
Distance Oneself
01:07
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The Dead South regina, Saskatchewan
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