1. |
Tie a Tie
02:48
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Slavin’ on a rig in Shreveport, Louisianne
Nearly broke my back and blistered up both my hands
‘Til they told me I could make a few more dollars
All I’d have to do is wear a white collar
No, Charlie – you’ve got the wrong man!
Underneath a hood in Okeechobee, F-L-A
I’d much rather fix than sell another Chevrolet
But the manager started hangin’ ‘round a while
Tried to tell me I had a “showroom smile”
No, mister – you’re gonna cramp my style!
(ya’see)
Nobody’s gonna make me tie a tie
Never did learn how, let me tell you why
Try to dress me up like deskbound clown, I’ll be on the next train out of town
Nobody gonna make me tie a tie
(I’m talkin’ ‘bout)
Ho-oh – as long as I’m grinnin’, money don’t matter
Ho-oh – my soul is satisfied (yeah)
Ho-oh – got my feet on the ground, ain’t climbin’ no ladders
Ho-oh – that I can’t abide... that I won’t abide (no!)
(I’m talkin’ ‘bout)
Ho-oh – as long as I’m grinnin’, money don’t matter
Ho-oh – my soul is satisfied (yeah)
Ho-oh – got my feet on the ground, ain’t climbin’ no ladders
Ho-oh – that I can’t abide... that I won’t abide
You know I love you baby, it’s plain to see
On the day I say “I do” I wanna feel like me
So I’m never gonna wear no monkey suit
‘Cause just like the chicken, I’ll fly the coop
Nobody gonna make me tie – no mama, don’t you even try!
Nobody gonna make me tie a tie
No Windsor knot – never gonna tie a tie
No bowtie knot – never gonna tie a tie
No three-in-one knot – never gonna tie a tie
Absolutely not – never gonna tie a tie
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2. |
Flip Side
03:00
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If I had my ‘druthers, I’d go out and see my brother
And tool around on a borrowed bike
It’s good to see each other, so why not have another?
Hell, I never met a Colorado beer I didn’t like!
Out from under, temporarily asunder
Scratchin’ our heads, wonderin’ why
It’s one hell of a test – Otis Redding sang it best:
“You don’t miss your water ‘til the well runs dry”
I’ll see you on the flip side, brother
Though it might be a while
We’re gonna make it to the flip side
These four walls, they feel a little bit tighter
We’ve been gettin’ on each other’s nerves
I seem to forget that I’m a lover, not a fighter
I take’em all back, darlin’... every last word
Some days I feel like it’s bringin’ us closer
Some days I feel like it’s drivin’ you away
It’s like we’re ridin’ on a rickety rollercoaster
Hang on tight... it’s gonna be okay!
We’ll make it to the flip side, darlin’
Though it might be a while
We’re gonna make it to the flip side
We’re gonna make it, baby!
Stuck inside an old Hollywood movie
But not the one that I wanna be in
I wish I could do better than the one in which the weatherman
Lives the same day over again, and again, and again
But we’re so lucky with our loved ones around us
In light of all of the pain and woe
Up in the clouds, silver linings abound... but
You’re never gonna see’em with your head hangin’ low (no-no-no)
There’s plenty more on the flip side
Though I know it’s gonna be a while
Stick around for the flip side
There’ll be somethin’ to make you smile (yeah)
We just gotta make it to the flip side
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3. |
Kern County Queen
03:38
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It was heaven arrivin’ at the 99 Drive-In
Pullin’ up my ‘48 Special Deluxe
Oh, the joy it made me feel to see the boys of Bakersfield
Scratchin’ their heads, wonderin’ “How could you, baby?”
Oh, Gerene!
You’re outta my league
It’s hard to believe I got a girl like you
And I’ll be over the moon
I’m hopin’ that soon you’re gonna say “I do”
You’re my sweet Gerene, Kern County Queen
Feel like I’m walkin’ around in a dream
I’ve set my sights on a layaway wedding ring
It ain’t much – just a little itty-bitty thing
Won’t you let me be your king?
Kern County Queen
This old town’s got its own sound – rivers of oil runnin’ under the ground
But you’re the only reason I’m stickin’ around
Go on... ask any local luminary, and they’ll tell you it’s you they wanna marry
Buck - he would’a wrote a million love songs just for you
Merle would too
Oh, Gerene!
You’re outta my league
It’s hard to believe I got a girl like you
And I’ll be over the moon
I’m hopin’ that soon you’re gonna say “I do” (hey!)
You’re my sweet Gerene, Kern County Queen
Feel like I’m walkin’ around in a dream
I’ve set my sights on a layaway wedding ring
It ain’t much – just a little itty-bitty thing
Won’t you let me be your king?
Kern County Queen
I used to doubt myself, but I ain’t never doin’ that again
Set foot out on that limb, now I’m the envy of the other men
Oh, I’m the envy of the other men - yes, I am!
You won’t need no wedding gown... c’mon honey, let’s head on down
To the courthouse in the aforementioned ‘48
And let the sedentary County Clerk do all the necessary paperwork
And then you and I can make a little Catalina getaway (hey-hey-hey!)
Oh, Gerene!
You’re outta my league
It’s hard to believe I got a girl like you
And I’ll be over the moon
I’m hopin’ that soon you’re gonna say “I do” (c’mon!)
You’re my sweet Gerene, Kern County Queen
Feel like I’m walkin’ around in a dream
I’ve set my sights on a layaway wedding ring
It ain’t much – just a little itty-bitty thing
Won’t you let me be your king?
Kern County Queen
Oh, I wanna be your king!
Kern County Queen
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4. |
Waylaid in Grand Lake
03:44
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I tried to call ya when our little Westfalia
Bought the farm on the way to the show
I had to put her in a casket, with a blown head gasket
‘Cause I ain’t got the grease to make the old van go
Up above the treeline
Where troubles only hover like a hummingbird
It’s all gonna be fine – put your worries on the run and say the word
‘Cause I think we found our little Rocky Mountain Brigadoon
Waylaid in Grand Lake – hey baby, we ain’t leavin’ anytime soon
I’ll meet you at the station with a cold libation
We can toast our luck with a Banquet or two
Then we’ll thumb it from Granby
We’ve got a real Jim Dandy!
Ain’t nothin’ our love can’t make it through (no)
‘Cause up above the treeline
The troubles only hover like a hummingbird
It’s all gonna be fine – put your worries on the run and say the word
‘Cause I think we found our little Rocky Mountain Brigadoon
Waylaid in Grand Lake – hey baby, we ain’t leavin’ anytime soon
Singin’ like an angel, strummin’ like a devil
And we ain’t stressin’ over messin’ with the levels (no)
Sorta like a stage when nobody’s lookin’
And when you’re singin’ for the birds... the birds are always bookin’
Always bookin’, baby!
‘Cause up above the treeline
Troubles only hover like a hummingbird
It’s all gonna be fine – put your worries on the run and say the word
‘Cause I think we found our little Rocky Mountain Brigadoon (yes, we have)
Waylaid in Grand Lake – hey baby, we ain’t leavin’ anytime soon
Waylaid in Grand Lake – hey baby, we ain’t leavin’ anytime soon
Waylaid in Grand Lake – hey baby, we ain’t leavin’...
Leavin’... leavin’ anytime soon
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5. |
Loons on the Lake
03:40
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Black and white birds, off in the night
Caught in a cove somewhere
Send me a sign - something sublime
Let me know you’re there
With a high lonesome call and quivering cry
My lakeside lullaby
Sing me to sleep, diving so deep
Loons on the lake
‘Til we return - my family and I
To that little rental
I’m pining for things that nature provides
So elemental
Lazy old sun: sink out of sight
Time has come to savor the night
We all need a break, for goodness’ sake
Loons on the lake
When this old world is breathin’ in
Pessimistic pollution
Because of a bird I’m believin’ in
Such a simple solution (yeah)
We’ll just invite all the parties involved
In one night, all the problems are solved
Just let’em talk out on the dock
Loons on the lake
Take it from me - it’s all that you need
Loons on the lake
Moonlight’ll glisten - can’t help but listen
To loons on the lake
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6. |
Billfold
01:53
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Benjamin burned a hole in my pocket
A monetary fire, and I could not stop it
Got fifty less, and I must confess
I didn’t make the best of Ulysses S.
Couldn’t hang on to Old Hickory
I guess Hamilton didn’t wanna stick with me
Honest Abe and ol’ General George left too
Tell me why my currency is always in a hurry to be
Outta my hands, outta my site
Nearly gone by Saturday night
Well, Benjamin burned a hole in my pocket
Them promissory notes never hold much promise
Billfold ain’t got a bill to fold no more (no, it don’t)
Well, Benjamin burned a hole in my pocket
A monetary fire, and I could not stop it
Got fifty less, and I must confess
I didn’t make the best of Ulysses S.
Couldn’t hang on to Old Hickory
I guess Hamilton didn’t wanna stick with me
Honest Abe and ol’ General George left too
Tell me why my currency is always in a hurry to be
Outta my hands, outta my site
Nearly gone by Saturday night
Well, Benjamin burned a hole in my pocket
Them promissory notes never hold much promise
Billfold ain’t got a bill to fold no more
Ain’t no banker’s handin’ me a toaster
I can’t save a single dollar bill, no sir!
Billfold ain’t got a bill to fold no more
Well, that’s all she wrote – barely keepin’ afloat
I’m runnin’ outta ways to say “I’m broke!”
Billfold ain’t got a bill to fold no more (no, it don’t)
Billfold ain’t got a bill to fold no more
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7. |
Last Nerve
03:15
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Careful how you’re talkin’ to me
Because I could be your last friend in the world
Little girl, you’ve been bad
You made a lot of people mad
Before the chickens came home to roost
You had me seduced
And you could do no wrong for so long
I guess I... I must’a turned a blind eye
You know, it’s true what they say about the bed that you made
The bridges you burn, and the lessons you learn a little too...
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ I ain’t receivin’ the love I deserve
You’re gettin’ on my last nerve!
I’m like an inmate on the eve of release
I packed my velise – bus ticket in hand
Understand... don’t ignore me
I’ve got one foot out the door, baby
You used to call me your little “sugar bear” – such a sweet love affair
But now the terms that I’m hearin’ ain’t endearin’
No, the words you’re usin’... they’re just verbally abusin’ (yes, they are)
You know, it’s true what they say about the bed that you made
The bridges you burn, and the lessons you learn a little too...
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ I ain’t receivin’ the love I deserve
You’re gettin’ on my last nerve!
Sure, love can be a splendid thing
But your love is just offendin’ me
And there ain’t no sense in me stickin’ around
I used to be paralyzed by
Your deep, sweet honey brown eyes
Now that I’m fully ambulatory
This could be the end of our little love story
Careful how you’re talkin’ to me
Because I could be your last friend in the world
Little girl, you’ve been bad
You made a lot of people mad
Oh... yes, you have - yes, you have!
You know, it’s true what they say about the bed that you made
The bridges you burn, and the lessons you learn a little too...
Lately I’ve been thinkin’ I ain’t receivin’ the love I deserve (no)
Gimme the love I deserve
Oh, gimme the love I deserve
You’re gettin’ on my last nerve!
Baby, my patience is wearin’ thin (yeah)
You’re gettin’ on my last...
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8. |
Maybe
03:50
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I went down to see the gypsy by the riverside
Held a picture of you under the lantern light
Wonderin’ if we were meant to be
She sat me down, bowed her head, lit some incense
Startin’ mumblin’ words that made no sense
Ruminated a while... then she said to me, tentatively (yeah)
She said:
Maybe
What a wonderful word, that “maybe”
It might go either way – c’mon and make my day
Oh, let me hear you say:
Maybe
There ain’t no other word like “maybe”
It’s kinda touch-and-go, but at least it ain’t “no”
I believe in hypothetical romances
Racetrack nags, slim casino chances
I’m layin’ all I have down on me and you
Me and you... (yeah, so)
If you tell me it could never really work out
I’ll shine a light on that shadow of doubt
And by the time I’m through, well... maybe you’ll believe in them too!
Tellin’ you! (yeah, you’ll say)
Maybe
What a wonderful word, that “maybe”
It might go either way - c’mon and make my day
Oh, let me hear you say:
Maybe
There ain’t no other word like “maybe”
It’s kinda touch-and-go, but at least it ain’t “no”
I told you I was covered in clover
Well, my cup runneth over
Hell! It’s never half-empty
The world is a jumbled-up mess (hey, hey, hey)
The future is anybody’s guess (hey, hey, hey)
And all we need is just a little more “yes, yes, yes” (alright)
So if you’ve got a black cloud hangin’ over your head
Keep your distance, girl – don’t let the virus spread
Might be the antidote, might be the panacea
It could be just semantics... but I really wanna see ya say:
Maybe
What a wonderful word, that “maybe”
It might go either way – c’mon and make my day
Oh, let me hear you say:
Maybe
There ain’t no other word like “maybe”
It’s kinda touch-and-go, but at least it ain’t...
It’s kinda touch-and-go, but at least it ain’t...
It’s kinda touch-and-go, but at least it ain’t “no”
No, no, no... it ain’t “no”
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Wilbur Driscoll and the Widow McGee
Two old souls as stubborn as two souls can be
You’ll see a hog fly ‘fore you ever see them agree
She’s a pistol
He’s an S.O.B.
Wilbur Driscoll and the Widow McGee
Down the aisles of the Mercantile, on the bench beneath the oak tree
Separated by a country mile just to try to maintain the peace
‘Cause when they get goin’, there’s nothin’ to say
The best thing to do is just back away (trust me, cuz)
She’s a pistol
He’s an S.O.B. (I’m talkin’ ‘bout)
Wilbur Driscoll and the Widow McGee (yeah)
There’s a house up on the hill
Quiet as a church mouse, sittin’ there so still
‘Til last Sunday evenin’... (oh) I thought I was dreamin’
I heard a fiddle in the barn out back, and curiosity killed the cat
When I wiped that window clean... well you’d never believe just what I seen
Old Wilbur Driscoll and the Widow McGee
Spinnin’ ‘round like young’uns dancin’ to an old time melody
God love’em, they danced all night
And the fiddle didn’t quit until the mornin’ light
Come Monday mornin’... they were at it again
He was mumblin’ somethin’ ‘bout somethin’
She was hissin’ right back at him
But I caught a shimmer in the widow’s eye
And Wilbur had a mile wide grin
It’s a tough road to hoe... match made in hell
It just goes to show... maybe you never can tell
She’s a pistol
He’s an S.O.B. (I’m talkin’ ‘bout)
Wilbur Driscoll and the Widow McGee
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10. |
My Margery
04:46
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We used to slow dance... we used to swoon
Under the spell of an Adirondack moon
Those album covers layin’ down at our feet
Told a tale of two lovers: Side A and Side B
Nowadays I can’t bring myself to pull’em out of their sleeves
They live up there on the shelf, like pieces of me
We used to be lovers
Now that you’re gone
We are just memories tied up in song
Darlin’, how did we turn into just me?
Oh, how could we?
My Margery
When this old world was spinning ‘round a little too fast for you and me
We found our own way to slow it all down... to round about 33
We had our Songs in the Key of Life,
After the Gold Rush, Late for the Sky
Now every last one of them is bound for the bargain bin
‘Cause I don’t need more reminders
Of what could’ve been... what should’ve been
We used to be lovers
Now that you’re gone
We are just memories tied up in song
Darlin’, how did we turn into just me?
Oh, how could we?
My Margery
We used to slow dance... we used to swoon
Under the spell of an Adirondack moon
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Hank Wonder Boston, Massachusetts
Somewhere on the musical map, where the twang of Classic Country meets the grit of Southern Soul, Hank Wonder marks a detour down a sonic stretch of unpaved road. Annie Bartlett (fiddle and viola), Darren Buck (vocals), and Michael Loria (guitar) first came together in 2013, and have since crafted their very own soulful blend of Americana: equal parts down home and gussied up. ... more
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