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Waylaid

by Hank Wonder

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1.
Tie a Tie 02:48
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
2.
Flip Side 03:00
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
Billfold 01:53
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
7.
Last Nerve 03:15
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...
8.
Maybe 03:50
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”
9.
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
10.
My Margery 04:46
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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