1. |
Club Footin'
03:53
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Club Footin’
I ain’t got no place to lay my head
I ain’t got no place to lay my bones
I ain’t got no place to lay my head
I ain’t got no place to call my home
I got one club foot and no shoes on but I
Still gotta move me all these stones
And I’ve swaggered and swayed and I’ve rabidly roamed but I’m
Still yet to find me a sweet sweet home, I’ll find it someday
And before the break of dawn, the sun comes up and still I gotta move
Along…. Yeah I pack up, I pack my bags and
Roll! (go-o-oh!)
I pack up and go! (go-o-o!)
I ain’t got no place to lay my head
I ain’t got no place to lay my bones
I ain’t got no place to lay my head
I ain’t got no place to call my home
I still got ten toes and its plain to see
that I choked up on the glory and the story swallowed me
from the East to the West, Highway to the left
Lest I forget I still got my friends, Yeah I still got them
They see me through to the end, and they know, they know when I gotta
Go!, I pack up, I pack up my bags and
Roll (go - o - oh!)
Cos I got to go! (go-o-oh!)
I gotta go, oh-ho! (go-o-oh!)
Woah oh
Go - o -oh!
I ain’t got no place to lay my head
I ain’t got no place to lay my bones
I ain’t got no place to lay my head
I ain’t got no place to call my home
Now the fogs still sticking to what you been sippin’
I’d advise that my love don’t live on a lie
Now the clocks still tickin’ and I’m’a finger lickin’
I’d advise that you stick just to what you said, cos I’m a lady of my word
And that’s not what you did, but while ya still here,
Best you give me a bit, cos the sun comes up and baby I gotta
Roll (go - o - oh!)
Cos I got to go! (go-o-oh!)
I gotta go, oh-ho! (go-o-oh!)
Woah oh
Go - o -oh!
I ain’t got no place to lay my head (I ain’t got, I ain’t got, no no)
I ain’t got no place to lay my bones (I ain’t got, I ain’t got)
I ain’t got no place to lay my head (I ain’t got, I ain’t got)
I ain’t got no place to call my home ( I ain’t got!!)
It’s all Par for the course, it’s all par for the course, it’s all par………..
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2. |
Spooks
04:51
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Spooks
Ya feel it in the walls
the fog will wake the dead
with the dusk brings the cold, chillin’ whispers of the nightmares
it seeps up through the floor boards, yeah it slithers through the cobwebs
from your head down to your toes, creepin’ are the limbs of the undead
It is the bitter icy wind,
come to slice you up,
and take away your pieces
So the SPOOKS of the darkness,
are coming for your bed
The still hearts of the frozen
pullin' at the threads on the edge of your blankets
It’s the rattlin’ of the bones,
it’s the haunted house they call home
It’s the bitter icy wind
come to slice you up,
and take your pieces with them
You can board up all the doors but
they’ll scratch and claw at the closed windows
seep in the cracks and holes
all the lost and unholy ghosts!
Well the spooks of the darkness,
they are coming for your bed
Oh the still hearts of the frozen
Oh the limbs of the undead,
cos it seeps up through the floor boards
and it will make you sweat, from your toes right
Up to the top of your head
It will make your hair stand on end
Cos its the bitter icy wind come to slice you up
yes its the bitter icy wind, come to slice you up
It is the bitter icy wind, come
To Slice you up and take your pieces with them
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3. |
Pellets and Peas
02:33
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Pellets and Peas
I feel there’s something missin’
I notice there’s somethin’ wrong
I, see those ladies needin’
somethin’ of a supplemental song
I got the corn, if you got the beans
Gimme a nickel’ - I’ll give you three
come on and turn me loose like a one eyed goose
Baby scatter the seeds,
I got the Pellets and the Peas
Please!
No I see a fever breakin’
And I know it wont be long
Cos I, I see those feathers shakin’
They’re chin for the farmers song
I got the corn, if you got the beans
Gimme a nickel’ - I’ll give you three
come on and turn me loose like a one eyed goose
Baby scatter the seeds,
I got the Pellets and the Peas
Please!
Ladies lay your weapons please
I’ll give you sweet harmony
Nourish you with grace and ease
No need to peck at thee with such blazin’ heat
Don’t be judgin’ me, I got the pellets and the Peas
I got the corn, if you got the beans
Gimme a nickel’ - I’ll give you three
come on and turn me loose like a one eyed goose
Baby scatter the seeds,
I got the Pellets and the Peas
Please!
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4. |
Sparrows
04:10
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Sparrows
Always chasing sparrows
through the brazen gold day light
while the days are always dawning
into the sultry summer nights
Must you always chase those sparrows?
There little velvet feathered vests
They’re just dippin’ and they’re swooping
Doin’ just what they do best
I’m tired but Im happy
waiting for the dusk
I’m wired but so free
Cos i’ve got your love
Fall into a free dive
Nestle to your sweet soft side
on the cold end of the night, mm mmm mmm
I’m tired but Im happy
waiting for the dusk
I’m wired but so free
Cos I am wrapped in your love
Fall into a free dive
Nestle to your sweet soft side
on the cold end of the night,
Nestle to your sweet soft side
on the cold end
of the night
mmm
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5. |
The Bails Shed
03:20
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Bails Shed
The ancient man he cam across the rollin’ wheel
From Hay to harvest pitched a wagon ‘cross the field
300 punds of straw lead by the man and the mule
Takin’ 6 or 7 cycles, his sweat and a jack screw
From the top, of the hay loft
The brittle straw blew
A hand of strands and tied wire, that big ol’ swingin’ door
Outter tin begins to boil on a frame of wood ’n’ board
Sun beam dustmotes swirl into the sullen
Hinges creak n the second story, scar tissues tearin’ ….
And a couple of pitch forks
From the top, of the hay loft
the brittle straw blew
And I said Hey! You better run my my (you better run)
Hey! You better tail your hide (you better hide)
Hey! Grab your guns! (you better run)
Hey! Aim and Fire (you better hide)
Hey! You better Run (you better run)
Or Fight Fire (you better fight)
From the timber axe of the lumberjack
the wagon on the cobble stones
Coal train eats up the heathens breath
smoke sweeps across the old barns floor
Match strikes wild fire, swear the barn be falling
Scar tissues tearin up and the salts burning souls
Scar tissues’s tearin up, marks a crimson score
Scar tissues burning blood, tallied up on the dusty wall
And I said Hey! You better run my my (you better run)
Hey! You better tail your hide (you better hide)
Hey! Grab your guns! (you better run)
Hey! Aim and Fire (you better hide)
Hey! You better Run (you better run)
Or Fight Fire (you better fight)
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