1. |
Canjo Lude
00:43
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2. |
Drip Dry
03:12
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A drip dry wedding dress,
That's what they say she has.
She'd make a good wife,
If you're planning on a short life.
'Cause in six months or less,
She'll find a new address,
With the guy that lines up next,
To get his tux pressed
Well All the boys in town who know from women,
Say she's not the kind of girl to take back home.
If all you want from love's a rollercoaster,
She's just the kind of ride you wanna go on.
No sense of self respect,
but there's a cure for that.
She'll keep her ego revved.
With all that empty sex.
And all those fawning men,
With their free beer and gin,
Who take her home with them
Time and again.
Well All the boys in town who know from women,
Say she's not the kind of girl to take back home.
If all you've ever been is broken hearted
She's just the kind of girl you've always known
A drip dry wedding dress,
That's what they say she has.
She'd make a good wife,
If you're planning on a short life.
'Cause in six months or less,
She'll find a new address,
With the guy that lines up next,
To get his tux pressed.
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3. |
Whiskey & Water
04:49
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She works behind the bar,
He's up on the bandstand.
Someday when they're sober,
He'll ask for her hand.
But whiskey and water,
And cheers after cheers,
Don't leave too much fodder
For nothing but tears.
Long nights on the highway,
Perched behind the wheel,
He thinks of that roadhouse,
And how she might feel.
If that barroom rages,
On Saturday night,
She'll be making good wages,
And dying inside.
Such love from a distance,
Keeps taking it's toll.
A flood of emotion,
washed empty their souls.
And she don't want loving,
That ain't real secure.
And he never said nothing,
About being for sure.
She works behind the bar,
He's up on the bandstand.
Someday when they're sober,
They'll understand
That whiskey and water,
Is a dangerous blend,
That caused two to falter,
And this is the end.
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4. |
Three way lude
00:50
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5. |
French Toast
02:59
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I ain't got no secrets,
Not too many friends.
And it's not that folks won't spill,
I just can't seem to bottle 'em in.
I've tried some patience.
Misused some trust.
If you wanna shoot the breeze,
I'll blow you over with a gust.
We all got problems,
Another monkey on the back.
I ain't hooked on speed or weed,
Booze or blow, smack or crack.
No Texas Holdem,
I don't go to the track.
But I'd backstab my best friend,
To get the new girl in the sack.
I love home cooking,
I'm the consummate host.
When I dip bread in egg and fry it,
It's called French Toast.
I don't know who coined that,
But it's all the same.
Just 'cause you don't like the Frogs,
Don't mean you get to change the name.
We're up in arms over freedom,
I keep hearing 'bout hate.
Another couple of good American inventions,
The world don't appreciate.
They're all complaining,
About how we choose to play.
But I figure if you own it,
It's yours to piss away.
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6. |
Old Man Trouble
03:40
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Old Man Trouble,
Got a lot on his mind.
Old Man Trouble,
He's the restless kind.
Got me seeing double.
Up all night,
But it's alright.
Mistress Burden,
Came to my shack.
Mistress Burden,
Climbed right on my back.
Now I'm hurtin'
Way off track,
But it's all right
Lady Luck,
She don't play for free.
Lady Luck,
She's aloof with me,
And I don't give a fuck,
'Cause it's plain to see,
That it's alright.
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7. |
Good To Roll
04:03
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When I'm talkin',
More than I'm listenin'
And I'm staggering more than I stand.
And I slobber,
my tequila,
And the audience, can't hear the band.
I'm pathetic,
I'm a loser,
I'm completely out of control.
But you can take me,
Back to your house,
I still feel good to roll.
Are you tired?
maybe nervous?
Just chicken, or are you queer?
Do you still live,
With your mama?
Did you drink too many beer?
Why are you so,
Apprehensive?
What's that look there, on your face?
If my boyfriend,
weren't on the sofa,
I'd take you back to my place.
Now I'm talkin',
more than I'm listenin',
And I'm staggering more than I stand.
But I'm feeling,
Like a woman.
Are you fixin' to be my man?
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8. |
New Stoner Song
04:36
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I ain't got nothing to do,
pour me a shot or two.
I ain't got nothing to do,
spark up a bowl or two.
Let all the others,
Deal with the bought and sold.
Five days of working a week,
Just seems the same old.
Same old, same old
I ain't got nothing to do.
I'll write me,
A new stoner song.
It don't seem to take too long.
Pull on the pipe,
push the pen.
Sing it for all my friends.
Let all the others,
Deal with the bought and sold.
Five days of working a week,
Just seems the same old.
Same old, same old
I ain't got nothing to do.
My woman's,
The dangerous kind,
But I'm just a sketchy guy.
Let all the others,
Deal with the bought and sold.
Five days of working a week,
Just seems the same old.
Same old, same old
I ain't got nothing to do.
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9. |
Captain's Lude
01:09
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10. |
Born Free
01:59
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I'd have wanted more from life,
If I'd have known the difference,
Always something needs fixing on the farm.
Soldiers on horses came riding from places afar.
I was always taken with,
The notion that I had a gift,
but now I'll never ply a trade.
Sent here to die for a country I don't care to save.
Born free, ain't what it used to be
And I'd like to believe, that it ever meant a thing.
Born free, It's all news to me.
And I'm starting to believe, that it never meant an thing.
Sleep beside the cannon ball,
wait for final nightfall
with none but God to hear me pray.
I've nothing but hatred and scorn left to take to my grave.
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11. |
Naomi
03:37
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In my final hours,
Of earthly existence,
The ice it is setting on my cold heart.
Not known in my lifetime,
for shame or remorsing,
This dark tale unto you I must impart.
I came here a runnin'
And that's how I'll stay.
Unless I tell you how.
Naomi, fair Naomi,
Wound up in the ground.
The orphan Naomi,
Both supple and tender,
though field work had toughened her hands and feet,
Loved dining and dancing,
And most earthly pleasures.
We'd roll on the floor and between the sheets.
But one summer day,
Mother stopped me to say,
"It's Martha you will wed"
Naomi, poor Naomi,
Better off dead.
I tricked poor Naomi,
She climbed on my horse,
But she stayed in Deep River long after I crossed.
I went to court Martha,
The sherrif came there.
I saw the cold body and just stroked its hair.
The mood of the town,
Was to lynch me it seemed,
So I resolved to run.
Naomi, cold Naomi,
What have I done?
In my final hours,
Of earthly existence,
The ice it is setting on my cold heart.
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Jaxon Haldane Winnipeg, Manitoba
Jaxon Haldane reveres tradition, but he's no purist. His punk rock roots sprouted a love for the musical styles that
branched off to rock and roll.
Bluegrass, Swing, Blues, Rockabilly, Bebop, it's all in the recipe. The result is a gumbo - rich and spicy. Earthy, yet sweet. Rustic, but refined enough that you know a real chef is in the kitchen... one who cooks with love
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