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Upton Blues
04:05
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Going down to Upton, maybe I can lose my mind
Headed down to city hall, see if they're going to hang me, maybe it'll only cut me back about a dollar five
I said I ain't even doing nobody no harm, I aint even out here selling my moonshine
Going down to Upton, there ain't no power lines there
I got 5 rounds left in my colt .45, I don't see no sheriff nowhere
They got a lighthouse there looking out for people like you and me, but they're selling Jesus at the county fair
Going down to Upton, maybe I can sell my soul
Headed down to that church house, maybe I'll be the one to throw that first stone
The lord said he ain't handing out stones today, but there's always handing out his own
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Gone Away
03:16
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I'm going away babe, won't you kneel when I'm gone
I'm headed down to North Carolina, I'll be in jail before the dawn
I'm going away babe, got a briefcase chained to my hand
I might hit up 3 or 4 banks, maybe shoot me up a holy man
I feel like stomping, my old wedding suit out flat
I ain't got one wrinkle out of this suit, I'm just walking all over my baby's back
I'm going away babe, won't you bury me in my backyard
My baby said you can go wherever you want, I know you ain't gonna get that far
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I got these Cold Beverage Blues, can't leave your side
I'm chained up to the front porch, so you can swim at the riverside
I got two types of whiskey, and a suitcase full of stones
There's 27 stones in that suitcase, you can't hold that on your own
Babe won't you come and live under my bed for a while
Mr. Patton's already under there, you can hear him sing for 40 miles
There's a man on your street, selling trouble and shine
If you don't buy nothing from him, he ain't ever gonna hop that midnight line
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White Lightning
04:09
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White lightning killed me
Put me on the run
Didn't wanna die
In a gutter in the sun
Broke my body
Working on the line
Couldn't make that man his dollar
Wouldn't give me my dime
Doctor told me
I'll kill your pain
Head full of dollar bills
and a pocket full of change
Take two of these
Now my peace is strange
Peace is gone
My soul's undone
Can't work, can't stand in line
The devil [has] won
Street doctor told me
I'll help you sleep
Take this white lightning
you won't feel your feet
Got it on the mainline
Can't feel no rain
White lightning got me
Like a ball and chain
So I said,
White lightning killed me
Put me on the run
Didn't wanna die
In a gutter in the sun
In a gutter in the sun
In front of my son
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If You Wanna Leave
02:37
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If you wanna leave, there's the door
I ain't getting paid to hold your hand no more
You got some pretty eyes, prettier than you could ever ask for
But even you got a black eye from your mama before
I'm so tired I ain't slept in days
Tugging the pillow, I've turned about a thousand ways
This time tomorrow I'll be on my way
They're out here burning bibles but I saved my favorite page
I moved by the hills to keep the sunrise down
She rolled her eyes and said she can't stick around
She opened that letter she got but didn't even make a sound
I know where her mind went, went about 6 feet in the ground
Her mind is aching and so is her soul
She can't remember where she buried that gold
I know that ground's empty, empty and cold
That's cause I went and grabbed my shovel as soon as she tore out my soul
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Bury Me
04:09
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Hang me from a telephone line, fill my pockets with moonshine
You can leave me on hold every day
Bury me in 37, throw in my 12 confessions
You can let that river come and wash me away
Mourn me on the radio, nursing that afterglow
Late at night you might, find some new waves
Remember in the sea of the tall grass, don't let the waves die so fast
Just do as you do and not as you say
Oh Bury Me, if you find the time
Hang me from the mast of a cutter, we can sway through the waves with the rudder
We'll be dancing until we fall off the edge of the sea
Bury me in Alamogordo, my wake ain't gonna be a no-show
Just lock the casket and throw away the key
Mourn me on the edge of the blue ridge, in the twilight of the covered bridge
See a moonbow cut down the trees
Remember when you sing with the motions
That I’m hangin on the ocean
I won’t move till I find a breeze
Hang me from Tacoma Narrows, paint all the streetcars yellow
Blow it down once it feels refined
Bury me in carbonite, so I can hang on your wall tonight
Might not be home, but I can have a little peace of mind
Mourn me up on the moon, bring up your rusted harpoon
You can take one step back, for all mankind
Forget me on the bank of the river, we'll let it freeze over, I’ll shiver
I’ll watch upstream till I go blind
I don’t know what I thought I’d find
I didn’t know you’d be so unkind
I can’t believe you killed me three times
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Nobody Knockin'
03:29
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Nobody knocking on my door
Somebody knocking down my door
Your man ain’t here, you still gotta put on the show
Please don’t let death be my pillow babe
Please don’t let death send me to the grave
take your steel to that reaper, send him from where he came
Now I’m on the cooling board, you’re sleeping on stone
My mother’s crying, she’s picking out my gravestone
Don’t you know about me babe, I'm the one on your telephone
Executioner sleeps in his bed, Sheriff unplugged his telephone
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Colleen
01:43
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Take a break from the disillusion
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Muddy
04:36
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You don’t mind if I smoke my dynamite in here, do you?
Watch out for that hole in the floor, it tends to sneak up on you.
What are you doing out here, get back on the street where you belong
If it rains the sewer can sing you a soothing song.
Use your own hand to reach through the fire.
Use your own prayers if you’re helping some siren
Satan is easy to hide behind when you’re so small
Man you’re driving so fast where do you think you’re going?
Cutting off a hearse takes a special type of person.
Let’s put the world in with your sixteen tons
Just cut down this forest with your Gatling gun
Fireman don’t run some killing machine
Forget your coffee this morning, drink some ice cold gasoline
Is it warmer outside the box or in between my lines?
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No More
02:54
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Well she walks all right and talkin like she might want to come home
Quite a sight in the spotlight and she don’t even look down at her phone
Off the corner, of the bedside
With her former lovin man outside
Yeah she don’t want him no more
Well there ain’t nothing wrong but ain't trying to mess me around
Yes it hold up all right but we don’t, even try to hide our sound
Only halfway, up the stairs
Oh this girl of mine she ain’t playin fair
Yeah we’ll she don’t want that old man no more
But what happens if pretty soon, she don’t want me no more?
Well she walkin wrong and looking strong, my baby she don’t want to come home
Caught a fight in the moonlight and she won’t even answer her phone
Out the corner, of my eye line
Now I’m the the one on the outside
Yeah she don’t want me no more
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Arkansas BBQ
02:34
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Well god’s gonna set this world on fire someday
Don’t look at me to stop him, I’m gonna step outta his way
Hot Damn!
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12. |
Disillusion Blues
05:28
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Feels like I’m walking through a river
Well that river rising
Up to my knees
They hand me a bucket, they say
Save us boy
Well that river rising
At my chest
They hand me a teacup
Save us, they say
Save us!
Think of the Children
You're all we got
Well that river rising
Up to my chin, lord
I said, man you gotta help me
They look at me and they say one thing
He said there ain’t no room on this Steamboat of ours, its full of black gold
I said yes sir, just give me a Big Easy funeral
Feels like I washed up
in a street market
But I ain’t got a dollar to my name
They said to sell yourself
sell yourself, child
but I ain’t even got nothin to give
So I crawl into the alleyway
I trip into a butcher shop
That butches says boy you aint got no meat on you
I can’t make a cut outta you
Get outta here
I head out the back door
Now I’m staring down a gun range
I crawl into a burnt down house, lord
Lord, it’s warm in here
Oh it's warm
I let myself fell asleep
Sleepin with one eye open
You know they ain't gonna find me
But sure enough they did
They wake me up and say son did you pay for that wink you just took?
I said no sir, just give me a Big Easy funeral
Feels like I woke up dead and buried, lord
And I gotta find me, that golden staircase
But then it came to me
Then it came to me brother
I ain’t dead, I'm just tired, lord
I’m tired of proselytizing
Tired of rationalizing
Tired of criticizing
memorizing
Sympathizing
Sacrificing
Analyzing
Lord now we Antagonizing
So you can pacify
He's gotta Maximize
So she can come out and Minimize
Now I'm out here Fantasizing
Evangelizing
Gotta make sure you're Merchandising
So you can afford to go out Patronizing
Anglicizing
Tranquilizing
Satirizing
Sanctifying
Fratriciding
Agonizing
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to believe
Nothings real, nothings real no more
Just take me lord, take me lord
But the lord said
He said you ain’t even gone to work yet, you ain’t earned nothing
I said yes sir, just give me a Big Easy funeral
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Zeno Jones Louisville, Kentucky
Rodney B. rocks his own socks off, going through drum heads & sticks like a wood chipper. Zeno Jones drowns in the deep blues, bending everything he can get his hands on like it’s the truth. As Cold Beverage they play rock & ****ing roll. Not afraid of voice cracks, breakdowns, and other beauty marks, Cold Beverage lays down heavy blues & rock riffs the only way they know, totally out of control. ... more
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