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Lower Than Mud
03:07
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Your honey found out about your dirty little habit
Threw you out the house with the cast iron skillet
Packed up all your shit into a box in the attic
You're living on your own in a mobile-static
You've got your troubles you're feeling rough, you're going bankrupt too
The repo-man took your pickup truck and left you sitting in your underpants feeling blue
Moved to the city you've got squat
Shaking change in a paper cup
Here's the evening news, Buddy wrap yourself up
Nowhere lower than mud
Lower than mud
There's nowhere lower than mud
Wake at night your bed's on fire, tip of a cigarette butt
Run up to the top floor, banging on the fire door
The whole place is boarded up
Razor wire, hogtied, trapped inside a house fire howling like a scolded pup
Some idiot said 'when things get bad then the only way to go is up'
Reach for the ceiling, clinging from the eaves looking for a place to drop
Two broken legs, no Obama healthcare
Nowhere lower than mud
Lower than mud
Nowhere lower than mud
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Red Rock
04:00
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The town's shutting down, ain't been no work around here for months
Threw all of our possessions in the back of a U-Haul truck
About a mile from the border got pulled over by a border cop
I gave him all of my money but he confiscated everything I got
Red Rock, running red with our blood
Red Rock, ran as fast as we could
We made it to the river but we couldn't pay the ferry toll
Threw our clothes in refuse sacks, tried to stay afloat
Got picked up by a drunken party on a charter boat
They gave us tequila for the shivers and delivered us to harbour patrol
Red Rock, ran as fast as we could
Red Rock, running red with our blood
Chained up in a Greyhound, taken to the compound
Got ripped jeans and bare feet, face down on the concrete
Sitting in my own mess, waiting to get processed
Pressed against the chainlink, screaming for my wife and kid
Red Rock, running red with our blood
Red Rock, ran as fast as we could
Red Rock, running red with our blood
Red Rock, makes you wanna choke
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3. |
One Bad Turn
04:37
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One bad turn, I'm outside a house I used to own
Inside, the yard's overgrown
Spring grass and weeds I used to mow
Beside an empty pool, my old empty home
It only took one bad turn
I don't deserve another one
One bad turn, I'm up on a hill looking down
Thunder rolls over the slopes
Dry lightning plays on the outskirts of town
Out where the bridge is down
It only took one bad turn
I dont deserve another one
One bad turn, the backstreets and bars I used to roam
Alleyways and roads I used to go
Good old friends and rogues I used to know
Now those people are gone
Those places are closed
It only took one bad turn
I don't deserve another one
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Further Down The Road
04:06
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Further down the road a kid's going hungry
Belly full of nothing like a party balloon
Further down the road
Further down the road where they got so fat
They got their figure back with a rubber tube
Further down the road
Further down the road farmers selling land
Stockpiling cans and living off soup
Further down the road they flock like pigeons
If the bread runs low they'll shit on you
Further down the road
Further down the road there's blood on your hands
Paying off the man to tamper with the clue
Further down the road
Further down the road the evidence is missing
The duty cop was spitting on his shiny shoes
Further down the road
Further down the road the lawyer broke his oath
The witness wets her britches in a darkened room
Further down the road the judge took a bribe
From liars on the side that he slides down the pew
Further down the road
Further down the road a pissed off kid
Loads a shotgun into satchel on his way to school
Further down the road
Further down the road the good ol' boys
Are getting teenage girls loaded in a local saloon
Further down the road
Further down the road they bury all the trash
Sewers full of fat crap's backing up on you
Down the road
Droughts and flies
Forest fires and temperatures rise
Rising tides and the bullets fly
Radicalised are blowing things sky high
Missiles in the sky when the president lied
About his racist ties
You can watch it on Sky
Burgers and fries while the fat lady cries
The baby's born high
We're running out of time
And everybody's dying of the flue
Further down the road we've got troubles of our own
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Three Crows In A Row
01:53
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Three old crows sitting in a row
One of them froze, the other two flew away
Two old crows on telephone poles
Stubble in the field, nothing to eat for days
One old crow, belly full of corn
Too slow when the farmers gun took aim
Sitting down here with my old crow
Belly up like a squirrel in the road
Distant clouds, grey, white, cold
The sun came out and the clouds roll back
Like paint on the hood of a tractor cab
Missing you
Wish I had you back
There's a fox asleep in a hole by the creek
Got feathers in his teeth and a tail to keep the flies away
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Clean Slate
03:44
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You know where I go drinking on my own
Blowing off the foam
You know where to find me, sipping whiskey
In my own company
Double parked my car and it's getting towed
It's in the impound yard and I cant pay the toll
Barman, break a ten down
Cigarette machine is getting low
Slipping out the back I'd like to take a leak against the wall
Slipping out the back door I can hear my old lady call
What she said to me:
A clean slate and a clean break and a clean shave will do you no good
A clean slate and a clean break and a clean shave will do you no good
A new job and a new car, a new shirt and a brand new pair of shoes
You can pay the tab at the bar
I ain't coming home with you
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7. |
Crocodile Man
03:35
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Momma raised me on riddles and trances
Fat-back, channel cat, lily-white lies
Rocked my cradle in a jimmy-crack fancy
I never met Poppa
I never asked why
People said Poppa wasn't no-account anyway
People said Poppa was a rollin' stone
I turned twenty on the Wakama thruway
Headed up the river in the dark alone
I been sleepin' with strangers in a no-name town
Thanksgiving dinner at the Top Hat Lounge
Christmas Eve at the Fantasy Tan
Lord have mercy on the Crocodile Man
I joined a carny a little out of Memphis
Slavin' in a side-show, pennies in a jar
Beetle-eyed jokers, hick-town princes
Rhinestone rubies and rubber cigars
I wrassled me a gator up in Omaha city
Done me another down in New Orleans
Tangled with the barker, ran off with the kitty
Crossed the Mississippi and I got away clean
I been sleepin' with strangers in a no-name town
Thanksgiving dinner at the Top Hat Lounge
Christmas Eve at the Fantasy Tan
Lord have mercy on the Crocodile Man
Underneath the levee in a cattail thicket
Heading in the shadow of a shady grove
There's a thatch roof risin' from a poke-fence picket
White smoke billows from a coal-black stove
Inside the house is the hall of mirrors
Inside the mirror is the temple of sin
Inside the temple is the face of Momma
Momma knows where, where her bad boy been
I been sleepin' with strangers in a no-name town
Thanksgiving dinner at the Top Hat Lounge
Christmas Eve at the Fantasy Tan
Lord have mercy on me
Lord have mercy on the Crocodile Man
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I'm checking out run-down hotel
I ran up a tab and I rang the bell
I bounced a cheque and I paid my bill
I left a tip and I stole the towel
Hailed a cab and I jipped the fare
Take my bag, take me away from here
Thirty thousand feet up above the sea
The drinks here are complimentary
An ember drifting into a cloud
A weather front turned this bird around
Frozen wing, we're falling fast
Refresh my drink, a little ice in the glass
It's a distant shore, a foreign land
Forced to change my travelling plan
Papers forged and passport stamped
A boarding pass on a boarding ramp
Tropic cruise in the setting sun
A blood red eye before the storm to come
The ocean pounds against the bow
Women run and children follow
Overboard and underway
The water pools about my waist
Take my place at the captains chair
Tip my glass to a distant star
The last lifeboat left, no turning back
I watch them go from the chimney stack
A vortex coils about the wreck
I place a note in a bottle neck
Cast it out into the swell
Lay my hand on the rail
The last rung down
Down to hell
It's the last rung down
Down to hell
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So Long Lee (Redux)
03:54
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Halo round the street lamp, I can hardly see
Halo round the street lamp, I can hardly see
So long Lee, so long
Duck down in the alley now, everybody's looking for you
Duck down in the alley now, everybody's looking for you
Got a little chinese on your face
Like a worn out tattoo
My heart is beat up, my breath is getting shorter
My heart is beat up and my blood is in my water
You gotta rinse me down in cool water
Crouch down in the darkness, grit your teeth and shiver
Crouch down in the darkness, grit your teeth and shiver
You cut across the park and your car's in the river
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10. |
Sundown
04:06
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Scrawny kid, tide's rolling in
Slips a wetstone in a black widow sling
Ricocheted off a corrugated tin
Slipped through the hole in the fence panel's missing
Older kids swapping smokes on the bridge
Bragging about things they never did
Tin can sailor finishing his shift
Insulting your mother and grinning
Son, get out of this old town
You got no reason to hang around
The sun went down on this old town
Getting drowned down the river, never found
Dirty old man, stains on his pants
Shaking a fist with a bottle in his hand
Dropped a tip in the barmaids can
She was looking the other way
She finished work, her feet hurt, buttons up her shirt
Wipes the bar clean, puts money in her purse
Picks up her kid, he's all fingernails and dirt
At the end of another day
She said
Son, get out of this old town
You got no reason to hang around
The sun went down on this old town
You got drowned, down the river
Never found
Down in the river
Head out of this town
Sundown
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Mudlow Brighton, UK
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everyday!
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on a country two-lane road
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where you can still be seen.
Somebody's at the back door,
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