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Passing Time
05:21
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he married my ex girlfriend, I used to see him playing at the bar
voice all dirty raspy fingers sliding oer that old dobro guitar
used to go and listen, watch him as he drove the girls wild
damn that boy could sing a song, damn that boy could sing a song with style
buddy from the corner he was always bumming cigarettes and bread
weathered leather boots weathered leather hat upon his head
buddy sure could drink the whiskey buddy sure could play that ol harpoon
cowboy and an Indian and every little bit of him the blues
sometimes when I get to singing sometimes I get singing old time tunes
sometimes when I get to drinking sometimes I get drinking on my own
and sometimes when its cold outside and when the winters blowing at the door
sometimes I get lonely for the clapping and the stamping, beating of the feet upon the dusty wooden floor
sitting round the fire, our friends are making out and drinking beer
someone gets to singing, its getting late, getting cold out here
girl picks up the melody and sings about a girl gone too far
sings about the rage and all the days and ways of making love and war
this here song aint nothing but a way to pass the time til you get home
baby play your fiddle baby sing a song and rock me til I’m warm
baby let’s go dancin, let’s go drinkin’, let’s go make the late night news
stampin up my cowboy boots, trampin’ up your fancy leather shoes
baby girl let’s hit the town we’ll put our money down and play to lose
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Get Me Gone
03:55
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Mama taught me Jesus and Daddy taught me work
Working taught these sorry bones just what a dollar’s worth
I’m getting out, I’m getting out, I’m getting gone boys
Ain’t paying no more bills, ain’t maiying no more debt
Sick’n’tired of how expensive being broke is get
I’m getting out, I’m getting out, I’m getting gone boys
I ain’t broke but I could use some fixin
Send me up a hammer and a nail
Dust me off and rub me down and git the next train outa town
Catch me on the goodnight loving trail
Got myself a good sharp ax, got myself a gun
Got myself a fishing pole, I’m heading on the run
I’m getting out, I’m getting out, I’m getting gone boys
Got a few more years of living, a few more cards to play
Few good friends I’m counting on to help me on my way
I’m getting out, I’m getting out, I’m getting gone boys
Brother if you be the praying kind
And brother if you please
Dust me off and rub me down, get the next train outa town
Brother pray a little prayer for me
Mama taught me Jesus, Mama taught me well
Daddy taught me work but this old job can go to hell
I’m getting out, I’m getting out, I’m getting gone boys
I’m getting out, I’m getting out, I’m getting gone
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Bourbon
04:15
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Kick off these heels, it's 2 o’clock and I’m done working
Count my tips and drop ‘em in the jar
Fall on the sofa with another coke and bourbon
Reeking of exhaustion and the bar
This here house is empty as the promises you made
This here is heart is jumbled and confused
This here body's aching for the songs you used to play
Upon my skin, the way we'd make love to the blues
Boy meets girl, sooner comes to later
Flashback, making love and making dreams
You down at the shipyards loading freighters
Me taking cash, slinging hash at the canteen
Sweat and rum and cigarettes, pressed against the wall
Secrets in the salty summer air
Desperate dangerous whispers full of promises and all
When you kissed my mouth and pulled my hair
Soft and low the tv humming, I'm done hurting
Lock up the door and close the lights
Cigarettes and popcorn, coke and bourbon
For the long and lonely clockwork of the night
This here house is over like every yesterday
This here heart is battered up and bruised
This here body's aching with the promises you made
Upon my skin when we'd make love to the blues
Ain't no more apologizing, ain't no more regret
Take your loving easy and you take what can get
Still I'm sipping coke and bourbon as i listen for his steps
Drunk and heavy with desire on my stairs
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Horse I Rode In On
04:04
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The boys called her sweetheart and the girls called her sam
She liked boxing and fishing and chamomile tea
Four foot eleven of whiskey and weather
Rode barrelhorse in the stampede
I musta looked lonesome I musta looked lost
City boy playin at being a man
When she sat herseld down and she bought be a drink
Said honey don’t you look a damn
Damn but that little girl sure liked her liquor
We drunk and we swung until quarter past three
And someone got beat up and someone got laid
And both of them someones was me
Well the horse I rode in on was an old Shetland pony
My five gallon hat only held 2.3
But the filly I found at the left bank saloon
Made a tumbling rumblin man out of me
Woke up next morning at half past hungover
My lip busted open, my pants in a tree
And a note on the table said thanks for the dance
When you’re next in Alberta, stick to Calgary
Yeah the boys called her often, the girls called her sam
Had her three kids between four and fourteen
Quick on the trigger and far as I figger
The finest damn woman I ever did see
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5. |
How The Story Goes
03:37
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My castle fair vanished into thin air
I’m just a begger girl all dressed in rags
But if I had a list of all the frogs I’ve kissed
I’d be surrounded by one hundred princes I suppose
Or that’s how the story goes
Oh if I could only meet someone made of wood
He’d treat me oh so good just like a real boy
But these Pinocchios you have to watch his nose
He’ll tell you wicked lies and with each lie it grows and grows
And that’s how the story goes
What if the glass slipper didn’t fit
And your life just turned to shit
The 3 bears ate up Goldilocks, Rapunzel lost her hair
Sleeping Beauty on the shelf could you wake up and save
yourself
And slay those dragons if Prince Charming wasn’t there
Another day goes down here in this mining town
A princess far away from all she loves and knows
And is this how it ends a girl with seven small friends
But not a prince in sight and so she’s reaping what she sows (2x)
And that’s how my story goes
That’s how my story goes
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Johnny Cash Blues
04:54
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I sat out this morning sipping coffee in the rain
Thinking how the mornings used to be
Think on gettin older think on getting sober
Thinking bout the babe I used to rock upon my knee
I sat out this morning thinking times are movin on
Times are movin too fast for the news
Last night’s drinkin in my head, Megan fast asleep in bed
Thinking on ol Johnny Cash and thinking on the blues
Some men turn to women when they’re lonesome
Some men turn to gamblin when they’re blue
Some men turn to drinkin when there’s nothing else to do
Jesus lord take pity when I turn myself to you
Used to be I’d raise my voice in anger
Raise my fists and hang my head in shame
Losin out and getting had, pullin teeth and spittin mad
Spitting nails and looking for someone else to blame
I sat out this morning picking at this old guitar
Outta work and noting more to lose
Thinking bout the friends I known, kids I raised all up and grown
Thinkin bout the songs that get us workin people through
Sometimes I get thinking that its time to quit the drinking
Time to pick my feet up off the ground
Take my girl and take my pride break on through to the other side
‘Fore this big ol world stops spinning round
Baby set us up another round
Used to be a father and I used to be a son
Nowadays I’m just another fool
Thinkin how to get along, pickin old time country songs
Thinkin on old Johnny Cash and thinking on the blues
Think on getting older, think on getting sober
Thinkin on old Johnny Cash and thinking on the blues
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7. |
Ain't No Good
03:06
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Because I ain't no good
Because I brought em shame
Mama and papa done turned me out
Not a penny to my name
Because I ain't no good
On account of all my sin
Mama and papa done beat me sore
It's a sorry state I'm in
Well it ain't no harm that I can see
To kiss a few boys by the willow tree
I'm just a girl with a flair for living free
And a taste for apple wine
Because I ain't no good
Because I gone astray
Lord I'm lonesome Lord I'm cold
Won't you guide me on my way
Because I ain't no good
Because I brought em shame
Mama and papa done turned me out
Not a penny to my name
Because I ain't no good
Because I crossed that line
I been shunned and I been scorned
Won't you send me down a sign
And I just don't see why Jesus cares
If I jump in the river in my underwear
And there ain't no preacher no how nowhere
Gonna clip these wings of mine
Because I ain't no good
Because I ain't no good
Ain't no home for me no more
Because I ain't no good
Because I ain't no good
Because I brought em shame
Mama and papa done turned me out
Not a penny to my name
Because I ain't no good
On account of who I am
Shake their fingers and call me names
And I just don’t give a damn
Well I ain't making no more apologies
For my painted face and my banged up knees
Maybe I is giving my milk for free
But it ain't no life but mine
Because I ain't no good
Because I ain't no good
Ain't no turning back o Lord
Because I ain't no good
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Waters rising and the ice caps gone
Everybody's gonna get screwed
War maneouvres on the white house lawn
Everybody's gonna get screwed
The damned are raising up a jesus song
Everybody's gonna get screwed
Everybody say it now, baby won't you play it now
Everybody's gonna get screwed
Still more month at the end of the money
Everybody's gonna get screwed
Sodom and Gomorrah in the milk and honey
Everybody's gonna get screwed
Walls gone up and the war drums drumming
Everybody’s gonna get screwed
Everybody say it now baby won’t you play it now
Everybody’s gonna get screwed
Rich get richer and the poor get stoned/ Everybody…
Little one’s a-gnawing on the chicken bones/ Everybody…
Gone out workin’ but the work’s all gone/ Everybody…
Everybody say it now..
Church-house empty and the whorehouse full/ Everybody…
Holy Mary and the dollar bill/ Everybody…
Smoke your nothing and you drink your fill/ Everybody…
Everybody say it now…
Repeat 1st verse
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Lone Crow Jubilee Vancouver, British Columbia
Lone Crow Jubilee is a 7-piece band in Vancouver, Canada, playing roots and country music, riffing on old songs and new,
melodies that are both original and traditional. Sometimes it's straight-up country; sometimes it's old school folk; sometimes it's rootsy rock'n'roll.
This ain't your mom's folk music, but it might just be your old drunk grand-daddy's.
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