1. |
Blues In a Bottle
02:02
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Blues in a bottle, blues in a bottle
Where do you think you're at pretty mama
Blues in a bottle, where do you think you're at
You went and kicked my dog, and now you drown my cat
Goin' to Chattanooga, goin' to chattanooga
To see my ponies run pretty mama
I'm goin' to chattanooga, to see my ponies run
And if I win a prize I'll give my baby some
Rooster chews tobacco, rooster chews tobacco
The hen uses snus pretty mama
Rooster chews tobacco, the hen uses snus
The chicks they don't take nothin', but they just strut their stuff
(solo)
Goin' to silly-putty, goin' to silly-putty
Sorry I can't take you pretty mama
Goin' to silly-putty, sorry I can't take you
I don't abide no woman, who goes round sniffin' glue
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2. |
Gasoline n' Kerosene
02:09
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When I went to that house you said you'd be at,
I saw another gentleman, to him I tipped my hat,
I said gasoline n' kerosene you owe me money for,
You bad ol' broad you shot me down, and now you'll be no more
When I went to that house you said that you'd be,
You took one look into my eyes, and you began to flee,
And I said gasoline n' kerosene you owe me money for,
You bad ol' broad you shot me down, and now you'll be no more
Well when and what I left of that house I found you in,
I saw ten more gentlemen, in the sun their guns did glisten,
I said listen here you coppers that broad was fake to me,
I burned that house down to the ground, and with it her own sweet pea
Well...
Just before that lever did let my gallows swing,
I saw my aged mother a weepin' after me,
And I said gasoline n' kerosene I can't believe my sin,
My soul shall burn as you have done and never...
Will I see your sweet face again
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3. |
Winter Biking
03:32
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My nose is all red, my nose is all runny
I had to bundle up cause it wasn't too sunny oh yeah
Hopped on my bike I was cruisin' along
Feelin' so good I had to sing this song it went
(Ahhhhh....)
Hee-hee-hee ho-ho-ho
Gotta get to town at zero bellow
Ho-ho-ho hee-hee-hee
(Goin' winter bikin' man you know me)
Ice on the road I still went ridin' (ooo)
Flyin' down a hill I started slippin' and a slidin' (ahh)
I got no (sled) I got no (toboggan)
I crashed my bike and I hurt my noggin (oooo)
Thirty bellow but I'm still sweatin'
The devil only knows what I am gettin' into
Well up a hill down a hill the struggles that I've been through
The thing about life is the road always continues
Ooooooooo
Ooooooooo
Ooooooooo
Ooooooooooo....
Snows pickin' up I'm gettin' kinda scared
I don't know where I'm goin' so I can't get there
I coulda took the bus took my bike instead
Shoulda listened to my moma listend what she said
(Ahhhhh....)
Ho-ho-ho hee-hee-hee
Can't go out your gears will freeze
Hee-hee-hee ho-ho-ho
Goin' winter bikin' will I ever get home
Feel those chilly winds blow
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
Feel those chilly winds blow
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
Ah-ah-ahhhhhhh....
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4. |
Baby
03:42
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(Bop bop bop ow)
(Bop bop bop oooo)
(Bop bop bop ow)
(Bop bop bop oooo)
When I first met you girl I knew you had the spark
Your love was like the light of day
But since we fell in love I slipped into the dark
And in so doin' lost my way
I know like yours my heart was yearnin' to be free (Bop bop bop ow)
And so be close to the divine (Bop bop bop oooo)
So now I'm singin' give your love to the journey (Bop bop bop ow)
I hope you know that I'll be fine (Bop bop bop ahhhh....)
Oh baby, baby, I didn't mean to make you cry
Baby, baby, spread your wings and fly
Baby, baby, babe, I guess it's true that I'm in love with you (ooo)
And this much is true, la la-a la-a (Ahhhh....)
(solo)
Ahhhh....
Oh it's all good baby-baby
You know I'm lovin' you so
But sometimes I gotta know, I gotta ask why
Tell me ahhhh...
Ahhhh...
Ahhhh...
Ahhhh...
Ahhhh... why-o? (Tell me baby)
Ahhhh... why-o? (Tell me baby)
Ahhhh... why-o? (Baby)
Ahhhh... why-o?
Ahhhh...
Ahhhh...
Ahhhh...
Ahhhh...
Ahhhh...
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5. |
Hail to Dale
02:36
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As I stand,
And look out on the battlefield,
I wonder will the honor of Dale be upheld,
Will the new generation,
Will they carry on our past traditions?
Have we learned them well?
The battlefield lay strewn,
With war's delights, horrible sights
To keep one up at night,
Like empty cans of Keystone Light,
Not a PBR in sight,
But carry on we must,
We shall do it for Dale,
Because Dale did it for us...
Ain't no cans of beer round here,
I only find bottles and I find that queer,
Well how is a man supposed to dale,
Ain't no damn way I can reckon it,
Dale that bottle without brekin' it,
And chuggin' that beer just takes to goddam long,
Chuggin' the beer just takes to goddamn long
(solo)
Well... if I don't dale a beer tonight,
I might as well start a rowdy bar fight,
Cause I hate myself and I hate my life,
Pain and pleasure's the same to me,
And that all started when I was three,
Cause my daddy switched the bottle,
And it all went downhill from there, hill from there,
Daddy switched the bottle and it all went downhill from there...
All went downhill from there
Well old Maxwell Gilmore...
He died upon that hill...
Twenty-eight beers gone down the hatch...
And two remained buried until...
I dug up his grave and I got a mean buzz...
Chaka Khan!
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6. |
Salvia Apple
03:42
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Salvia apple and a bottle of jack
All I've had to eat or drink and that is a fact
Don't care if I go hungry I'm just lookin' to get smacked
Pass out in the jungle by the railroad tracks
Ahhhh...
I siphon my mind to its valves extent
Plumes and unwinds at the salv's content
Dissociates me from my ghostly fate
While all the while it still berates me
Which one doth hate me?
Or is it simply in the process of relatin' me to here for by which i am?
You Aztec jewel, now a perplexing tool
You help me act the fool while staring directly into the reflecting pool
I'm a derelict, no one cares if I'm recked or sober
Grown colder, shouldered at the might of a globe wide society
So deprived of life yet so maniacally living
My state be so squalor I take whatever I'm given
The man, he handed me, a box
He said, inside, you'll find the Jimson's weed
Crack open, spikey green pods, and feed on the black seed
But beware, be aware, be aware...
For one is all you need!
So I slipped away in darkness and I never returned...
Ahhhh... But then I returned...
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7. |
Flip That Record Jhonny
03:23
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8. |
Demented Family
02:22
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Farmers hold your families close,
Don't ever let them come to harm,
Farmers hold your families close,
Don't ever let them leave the farm
Well my family tree's got lotsa knots,
and I get a lot o'tention from the cops,
Cause incest on the ranch is plain to see
Pappy loved his sister and that made my daddy
And my daddy loved his sister too and that made little ol' me
Well I never had no sister so I just loved my neice
I lessend my genealogy by stickin' my D in her crease
And I studied her anatomology when she died from disease
And her flesh is long gone, all that remains of yer mom
Is her memory, and of course you sweet pea
(solo)
Well it's farmers hold your families close,
Don't ever let them come to harm,
Farmers hold your families close,
Don't ever let them leave the farm
Well my family tree's got lotsa knots,
and I get a lot o'tention from the cops,
Cause incest on the ranch is plain to see
Also the government radar is scourin' our property
Surely hope to heaven they don't find our WMD's
Kids stockpile before you play, for the end of days is on its way
And it's essential that we be ready
And it sure as hell ain't my fault if the ATF thinks we're a cult
We're essentialy just an extended family
Demented family!
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9. |
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Sittin' on a grassy knoll
I reach into the bag pull out a fist full, of that
Nug-nug, snug as a bug in a rug
With a little smoke
I see the post-man, I got mail
I reach into the box I pull out a fresh bale, of that
That good-good should n' I would n' I will
Take a little toke
I keeps it real I don't need a disguise
I don't use visine for my red eyes
And I don't use cologne like some other folk
I walk around town smelling like reefer smoke
(solo)
La la la la I sure do...
My old lady, she won't leave me alone
She nags nags nags, I just roll up a cone, and then I
I face the shit I take it all to the dome
And I can listen to her nag' til' the cows come home
Reefer, sticks to your sweater
We're buyin' reefer child bring your cheddar, so we can
Well get cheese, and blow trees
Reefer makes everything better
Well I do inhale...
Exhale...
Sensations get heightened
My mind gets enlightened
Let me tell you my friend
Reefer makes everything better times ten
And oh.... oh.... ah.... wow wow wah-wow wow wah-wow
I know some girls who've never been wetter
Reefer makes everything better
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10. |
Summer Beavers
05:46
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Some are beavers, some are people...
And most don't really understand, most don't really understand...
Some are beavers, some are people...
And most don't really understand, most don't really understand...
Most don't really understand...
Most don't really understand...
Most don't really understand...
Most don't really understand...
Some are beavers, and some are people, yeah!
Ya can't really understand that
Some are beavers, and some are people, woo-woo!
How could you ever understand that, man?
They think they get it, they think they got it
But nah let me blow your mind, twist your cap
You know space? What the heck is that?
Well let me tell you that space is just an extension of yourself
Space is just a dimension of yourself
Space is just comprehension of yourself
You need space for the tension in yourself
Where are you, as you sit right now?
You must be somewhere, to exist somehow
Whats inside you? Whats responsible for that look on your face?
Let me tell you it's space...
I'll tell you it's space...
You know it's space...
Space mama do me good tonight, space mama do me good tonight
Space mama do me good tonight, space mama do me good tonight
Alright!
(solo)
Space mama do me good tonight, well do me long time space mama
Universe mama gonna show me the ways of the world, tonight
Woo!
Some are beavers, and some people!
You cant really understand that, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nah!
Rippin' and a skippin' like a minnow in the river
Susquehanna wit' yo mama, catchin' tuna on a canoe
Hock at me I'll lock you in a rock up in Chautauqua
Yo hablo con Jorgito, necesito mucha agua
Pappy's down the road in a jalopy popin' poppy seeds
Cruisin' past the stoppers, coppers crackin' down on acid droppers
Baller all are things, some are beavers
Tall like cedars, small like skeevers
We be eaters, feeders, bleeders, breeders, breathers,
And beasts like golden retrievers, whaddap? ha-ha-ha
Super-duper paratrooper, smack a pair of hooters
While I smoke a blooper on the pooper, call em all cooper
Then I call em rupert,
My duder's got the über-stupor in a box of newports, wasup?
I said butt-fuckin' animals,
Shrooms take you to another level, who's the cannibal
Whaddama gonna do? I can't handle this, cannabis
I'm rich with the piff, Kahlúa with Swiss Miss
Not like those other fellas sellin' eighths of portobellas
Nah! Cassidy Shack-man he ain't that type of dealer
Shack-man Kid's up there with shaman healers...
Spread your feelers y'all...
Some are beavers, some are people...
And most don't really understand, most don't really...
Understand...
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11. |
No Regrets
03:11
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My feet are heavy
For I've been anchored to the past
By sensations of guilt
On which my mind has been built
And now my thoughts they are swirlin' so fast
My sister told me
She said brother do not fret
Said whats done has been done
And now the way to have fun
Is to go forth holdin' no regrets
La la-la la la
Til' there's no boundaries left
Then we can help each other's needs be met
(solo)
Yeah, no regrets (mmm, baby now)
Yeah, no regrets (baby now)
Yeah, no regrets (baby, no, nah)
Yeah, no regrets
Yeah, no regrets (no regrets, no regrets, no regrets)
Yeah, no regrets (don't regret it now)
Yeah, no regrets (mmm, i said)
Yeah, no regrets (nah nah nah nah, i said)
Yeah, no regrets (aaaaaah! no! no!)
Yeah, no regrets (no! no!)
Yeah, no regrets (nah nah nah nah)
Yeah, no regrets (no! no!)
Yeah, no regrets!
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12. |
Surfer NY
03:04
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Surfin' New York, yes I'm surfin' New York
Surfin' New York, yes I'm surfin' New York
Havin' sex on the rocky beaches
I've got lotsa rocks in my breeches
No I don't know how they got in the laundry
No I'm not doin' the nasty moma
Mama no mama no mama no mama no
No mama no mama no mama no
No those aren't crack rocks don't be silly
That's just some crusty jizz from my willy
No mama no I'm not abusin' myself
No mama no don't kick me outa the house
Oh mama no mama no mama no mama no
No mama no mama no mama no
I'll cut my hair like you wanted me to
And I'll go to family gatherings like I never do
I'll even throw out all of my rowdy CDs
I'll even stop smokin' all of the tree's
Oh mama no mama no mama please...
No mama no mama no mama no
No mama no mama no mama no
No mama no mama no mama no
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no mama no mama no (no no mama)
No mama no don't turn into the devil
I'm gonna have to kill you and eat you if you do that mama, nooooooo!
Ha ha ha righteous...
(solo)
Surfin' New York, yes I'm surfin' New York
Surfin' New York, and I'm surfin' New York
Surfin' New York, and I'm surfin' New York
Surfin' New York, and I'm surfin' New York
Surfin' New York, and I'm surfin' New York (no no mama)
Surfin' New York, and I'm surfin' New York (no no mama)
Surfin' New York, and I'm surfin' New York (no no mama)
Surfin' New York, and I'm surfin' New York (no no mama)
Surfin' New York...
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