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Black Old Bones
02:55
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Out in Oklahoma
With the wind and the wheat
There are these black old bones
That keep on haunting me
She said she'd never leave, she'd never leave she'd never leave me alone
Those black old bones
Fiddle back fiddle back of my two tone heart
They are my coveted arc
Those black old bones...
Out in Oklahoma
Where the storms are tumblin'
And the trains and tractors are rumblin'
All over those black old bones
I stand 6'4" but the dirt is eighty eighty eight
Those black old bones
With weed and horses and hefers and stick
Sweat and stone
Those black old bones
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Das Moose
02:55
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My Momma's Papa Charlie and my Daddy's Sally Sue
There's nothing in this world gonna change my attitude
I'll call Uncle Billy, he's built like an ox
There's a hen in the wolfhouse who got herself a cock
Das Moose
My sister's down on Temple gonna catch herself a bus
visit cousin Katie and exercise their lust
there's sizzle in your monkey there's a bully in your bag
if you fetch it down on Mobile then you'll fetch yourself a shag
Das Moose
Daddy Sally Sue he leaves it hanging out loose
He don't like the bulls he's just trying to find a moose
And Momma popped her Charlie with the neighbor down the street
When he slaps his leg Momma run and take her seat
Das Moose
My chariot rolls across this pin cushioned sky
While Daddy Sally Sue's out looking for his guy
Don't tell me to stay in after dark
There's a hellfire coming, shake your beastly art
Das Moose
After 10 o'clock down at Wilson Park
You'll find yourself in drag thumbing down a car
If you catch down on the receiving end
Then put it up in pigtails and a cha-cha grin
Das Moose
Follow Uncle John to Chazz Liqour store
That's a side of Bama you need to explore
Fleetwood Mac on Little Puppy's radio
Shake shake shake, shake a tail feather
Das Moose
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Sugar Sugar
03:17
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Sugar sugar there's a blues inside my mind
I've earned all the wrinkles and I'll earn many more
My back it is strong like a stegosaur
Sugar sugar let's tear this old building down
Let's raise this roof like we were hired to do
For we are the proud and we are the few
Sugar sugar I take my coffee black
There's a hole in space where all my feelings go
I am an ape, I'm from the congo
Sugar sugar lay across my boney leg
It's like a heart against the palm of my hand
This whole world it knows that I'm a mighty mighty man
Sugar sugar there's a blues inside my mind
I'm I whiskey river and you're a diving duck
Dive baby dive, you'll never come up
Your heart on my shelf, I'll take away your clothing
They'll never find you here, I'll hide you in my painting
Sugar sugar
Sugar sugar
Sugar sugar
Sugar sugar
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Butcher Knife
02:54
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I'll take a butcher knife and cut off my head
Send you an email says my body is dead
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll put holes in my hand and a bullet into my brain
So you can say your saviour's come and gone again
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll pull up my bootstraps and pack up my case
I'll light a fire, babe, and burn off my face
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll find the strongest wind and fly off this rock
I'll leave behind a text message says lock, stock, and teardrop
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll grow wings from my back and grow out my stinger
Peel the skin from my body, babe, and pull off my fingers
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
The moral of this tale is to do unto others
Insects can fly, babe, and monkeys eat their brothers
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
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Bone Camp Road
02:03
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Down in Louisiana tracking Mississippi mud
She danced like flame around a bucket of blood
She got my soul, she got my brain
and freedom comes down Bone Camp Road
My blood's on fire pumping under my skin
The Devil's yelling, "Let this day begin!"
I got my boots, locked and load
and freedom comes down Bone Camp Road
The moon curls through her dark hair
She ain't no betty she's my black mare
She got her dolls (she got her dolls)
She got my soul (she got his soul)
and freedom comes down Bone Camp Road
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Long Gone Train Of Mine
04:19
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I looked for you in Mississippi and looked down in New Orleans
But they said that you were up in Queens
You long gone train of mine
I looked for you in New York City and looked up in Buffalo
But they said that you were down in Orlando
You long gone train of mine
You long gone train of mine
I looked for you in scripture and I looke for you in song
But they said that you had never come along
You long gone train of mine
I looked for you in Heaven but they said that you were in Hell
So I thought that I would follow you there
You long gone train of mine
You long gone train of mine
I looked for you inside of me but I didn't find you there
Just an old train conductor and a broken chair
You long gone train of mine
I looked for you all over but you were not to be found
So I will ride these rails around and around
You long gone train of mine
You long gone train of mine
You long gone train of mine
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7. |
A Gentler Hand
03:47
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When I was a boy once I ran away from home
I didn't get very far, around a few corners and down a couple streets
My Daddy he looked for me, he came and he found me
But he wasn't mad at me though, in fact, he was crying
He said, "Son, you're gonna find, in this world, that sometimes it takes a gentler hand"
My mother now, well she was crying, too
She seemed mad at me though, she was just crying and shaking me
She kept whining inbetween her sobs, "Boy, how could you do this to me?"
But I couldn't help but think to myself, "Do this to YOU?"
He said, "Son, you're gonna find, in this world, that sometimes it takes a gentler hand"
I found myself walking home from school one day and I saw someone sitting there, crying
She was the odd girl, the weird girl, but really not any lower than me
She looked up at me with something in her eyes and her panties down around her feet
She looked up at me like she wasn't expecting nothing
He said, "Son, you're gonna find, in this world, that sometimes it takes a gentler hand"
Now I'm an old man just wishing that I could be a young man again
Soup and a brownie they bring me for dinner after a sandwich they bring me at three
And I look back at my life all splayed out here on these white sheets
And I wasn't privileged and poor and wasn't good but I knew what it was to cry
He said, "Son, you're gonna find, in this world, that sometimes it takes a gentler hand"
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She's Got A Crush On Me
02:45
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In my mind I see a space, in my mind I see a space
Far as I can see in that space there's no room for me
I'm gonna wade in the water until my blood has washed away
The stars they look down on me, the stars they look down on me
Since I's a child I can feel the stars pushing down on me
I'm gonna wade in the water until my bones have all washed away
And the childs they all gathered around, and my family they all gathered around
I said farewell God's abandoned me, advert your eyes
I'm gonna wade in the water until my soul has washed away
God Don't You Trouble My Body No More
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water child
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water until my blood has all washed clean
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water child
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water until my soul has all washed clean
And God don't you trouble my body no more
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Johanna
02:54
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Jimmie Mack Lynn
02:47
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Jimmie Mack Lynn, he come in, and tells me just to sit still
He's gonna pluck out my eyes so I can't cry and burn up all of my quills
He's a mean mother fucker and I am such a sucker to let him expose my will
He took my eyes and he took my feets
Put in a box wrapped in a sheet
He buried that box outside my cell so I could smell them rot
He's a horrid old boy who see's to take my joy and together they ring my bells
There are not birds and there are no trees because of Jimmy Mack Lynn
Do you hear me
Jimmie Mack Lynn
Do you hear me, Jimmie Mack Lynn, do you hear me
Jimmie Mack Lynn I have suspicioned that he did not sleep alone
When the rains come down I can smell that box and she ain't just flesh and bone
He's a ruthless mother fucker and I'm a goddamed sucker but what else is in that box?
Jimmie Mack Lynn
Do you hear me
Jimmie Mack Lynn, do you hear me?
Jimmie Mack Lynn, do you hear me?
What else is in that box?
What else is in that box?
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12. |
This Thing
02:41
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This thing, I can't feel it in my arms
This thing, I can feel it down in my heart
It is a pleasure, it is a joy
To have come across this thing
It can rain and pour, won't bother me no more
Strip my possesions and drive me from my door
This thing, precious thing
Will prepare it's killing floor
This thing is like a baby held in my arms
Oh baby, like the axe out in your barn
Will strike me down and burn me out
Such is the nature of this thing
In the morning your floorboards they start to creak
Oh baby, your air it begins to freeze
In your chest and in your soul
You feel the coming of this thing
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13. |
There is a Crow
04:35
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In this place where I call home, there is a mountain of my black soul
In this place where I now live, there is a river where I dip my quill
In the evening, where I'm free, there is a crow waiting for me
Light from a candle where I now lay, reveals the shadow in my brain
Brick and mortar where I now hide, will fall like hail from the sky
In the yard, where I now bay, unto word and picture I am a slave
In this heart that I call mine, there is a canyon from which they mine
In the building from where they learn, they study the rock and where it's from
And like the time in which we did not stand up, no one will know why it was abrupt
And in this soul that I feel, there is a crow I know is real
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