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Won't You
03:28
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won't you wrap me like a tree ring, make me sing
with the promise of a new spring
for the showers and the flowers that they bring
won't you wrap me like a tree ring.
won't you pour me like a tea pot, just a spot
get me all upon the first shot
please don't spill because I am steamy and I'm hot
when you pour me like a tea pot.
Im lonesome and blue, looking for you
to tear me apart, and put me to use
Won't you wring me like a wet shirt, drip and squirt
shed the water and the soap and the dirt
keep on twisting 'till my ears hurt
when you wring me like a wet shirt.
----------------------------------------------------
please squeeze me like a luffa sponge, take the plunge
you don't know just how my heart will lunge
when you use me to wipe up your grunge
please squeeze me like a luffa sponge.
wont you wack me like a floor tom, bom bom bom
beat me harder make me sing your song
keep on wailing 'till the break of dawn
when you wack me like a floor tom
Im lonesome and blue, looking for you
to tear me apart, and put me to use
Won't you carve me like a christmas ham, hot damn
slice me open just as careful as you can
save the drippings for the gravy pan
when you carve me like a christmas ham
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2. |
Rickhouse Toady
03:48
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There is a toady in your rickhouse, he is setting up roots
All you small time 'shiners you better beware
He's sittin' in the corner with his thrift store suit
taking his cut from the angles share
He don't tap any barrels, or take any sips,
just soaks it in through his skin.
A master of palette, with out any lips
No jake-leg hootch for my friend
Tin tin tally wack-a bang, croak a ditty boom
There is no finer finish, ever devised
for a pail of over-ripe plums
a bag of molasses from the local feed store
might make a passable rum
but if you don't want any trouble from the revenuer folk
better keep it on the low and down
it takes a hot fire not to make any smoke
and cool ice to knock it back down
Tin tin tally wack-a bang, croak a ditty boom
Smoke shack rat couldn't ask for more
the place is warm and he stays well fed
he's lickin' salt and grease of the smoke house floor
his hair is singed and his eye are red
but when things heat up with a wet-wood fire
he knows just what to do
he'll head to the corner, relax and perspire
makin' bacon with the rat sweat dew
Tin tin tally wack-a bang, croak a ditty boom
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3. |
Unawake
04:03
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Sunrise,
[Please don’t find me awake today]
My eyes
[Wont stay closed as the hours tick ‘way]
Oh to… partake in unawake
Time flies
[Only by the light of day]
Wont you
[Close the shades on this evening train]
Im through
[All the landscapes start to look the same]
Oh to… partake in unawake
Its time to
[Turn the TV off in my brain]
So dry
[Crackled mud in desert sun]
I lie
[Oven bed I think im done]
Oh to… partake in unawake
Oh my
[How I wish a rain would come]
How my heart goes pound
With every barking hound
Every creaking floor
Every night time sound
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4. |
Ka-Ka-Kombucha (live)
04:54
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Ka-kombucha is my new main hooch-a
get your tea leaves and your honey
it dont take that much-a money
nothin' suits ya like ka-kombucha
your body woots when you hit the buch
from your tongue-y to your tumm-y
cut the scoby from the scummy
nothin' suits ya like ka-kombucha
Gluconacetobacter and some others with impact your
micro biologicial condition
an elixir and a tonic, an exotic probiotic
sure to cure your chronical condition
Ka-kombucha is my new main hooch-a
get your tea leaves and your honey
it dont take that much-a money
nothin' suits ya like ka-kombucha
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Grizzly Pears Hotchkiss, Colorado
Thundering sousaphone and drum grooves, wailing accordion and trombone, circus / viper-jazz/cabaret/ New Orleans street jazz/ bump and grind/ what-have-you dance music from western Colorado.
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