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Ithaca Bottom Boys

by Ithaca Bottom Boys

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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....
4.
Baby 03:42
(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...
5.
Hail to Dale 02:36
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!
6.
Salvia Apple 03:42
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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8.
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!
9.
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
10.
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...
11.
No Regrets 03:11
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!
12.
Surfer NY 03:04
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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released September 1, 2018

All songs:

Performed and Arranged by:
Tenor Caso - Drums, Vocals, Aux percussion, and acoustic guitar (winter biking)
Tristan Ross - Guitar, Vocals, Aux percussion, and piano
Joe Hayward - Banjo, Vocals
Leonardo Maniscalco - Guitar, Vocals
Uncle Podunk - Bass
(piano on "no regrets" by hunter davidsohn)

Produced by:
Hunter Davidsohn, Tenor Caso, Leonardo Maniscalco, Tristan Ross, Joe Hayward, and Abel McSurley Bradshaw

Recorded at Pyramid Sound by Alex Perialas

Additional Tracking and Mixing at Business District by Hunter Davidsohn

Mastered by Adam Boose of Cauliflower Audio

Special Thanks to Ian Dezelan, The Abramowitzes, Ed Trainor, Marianne Marsh, Jeremy Kipling, Julie Johns, Paulette Baxter, Jon Tornblom, Todd Maniscalco, Nina Widger, Kim Sherwood, Brenda & Robert Ross, Aziz Rana & Odette Lienau

℗ 2018 Ithaca Bottom Boys

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