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The Boy From The Bay

by Billy Woodward

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1.
South County 04:06
Mrs. Bowen lives on Calvert Street Keeps all them fellas under her thumb She just lookin for some of that late night hanky panky From any young stud that'll give her some Oh and down there in Ol' Stoney City All them oyster boys all covered in scum They're crushing up all of that Oxy and Perc 20 All in the name of some fun They're singing Woah-oh-oh-oohhhh Woah-oh-oh-oohhhh Mr. Boyle serving out that rye whiskey To pound net men just blowing off steam They toss em back before they have to answer to Big Mama If ya know what I mean Down by the cliffs with all them bonfire babies The hickory smoke will show you the way They're gathered around bragging about hardly working Yet they're all still getting paid Fat stacks singing Woah-oh-oh-oohhhh Woah-oh-oh-oohhhh All them people Creepin around They're snooping for their next fix At the court house Nestled downtown The verdict is in for forty licks I guess I have always been a roly-poly Just rolling from town to town Now whenever I roll into South County Wanna burn every bridge down to the ground So hoist up your sails boys A storms is a brewing The sky has turned a wicked black You better cast off now son For if you don't There won't be no coming back - singin' Woah-oh-oh-oohhhh Woah-oh-oh-oohhhh
2.
Country Dumb 02:14
Used to be talk of the town The golden boy fit for the crown But now I'm just a salty dog Drowning my problems at the bottom of a bottle Like Sherman used to do Looks like I've got them Country Dumb Blues Many people love to think Ya can get by with just one drink But I'm Like a fish in a bowl A shot of whiskey and a smoke for the road and I'll be All good to go I guess I got them Country Dumb Blues All them city folks Rushing to get things done Slaving by the clock And never looking at that sun I spend most of days Draggin around in a drunken haze And now I'm just a lump on a log All I need is the hair of the dog It'll make my tail start to wag Looks like I've got them Country Dumb Looks like I've got them Country Dumb Looks like I've got them Country Dumb Blues
3.
I've been rolling Rolling from the place I'm from and Waiting on the second coming To wash away all my sins I've been rollin Mmm hmmm I've been-a-rollin I'm gonna find my way Through the thistle and the clay Cleanse my mind so clean Forevermore Shine my lantern so damn bright Trade the day for the night Mmm mmm Mmm mmm Mmm mmm I've been rolling Rolling from the place I'm from and Waiting on the second coming To wash away all my sins I've been rollin Mmm hmmm I've been-a-rollin Chokin on the dust Kicked up my wanderlust Hitting this road never felt So devine And rest assured my day will come I'll be soaking up southern sun Mmm mmm Mmm mmm Mmm mmm I've been rolling Rolling from the place I'm from and Waiting on the second coming To wash away all my sins I've been rollin Mmm hmmm I've been-a-rollin Now I'm flyings by and by Under heartland open sky I'm gonna order up some salvation On the rocks And I won't rest until I've found Myself some sacred ground Mmm mmm Mmm mmm Mmm mmm I've been rolling Rolling from the place I'm from and Waiting on the second coming To wash away all my sins I've been rollin Mmm hmmm I've been-a-rollin Mmm hmmm I've been-a-rollin Mmm hmmm
4.
Headed down That Heartworn Hopeless Highway Tryin’ to find a friend to help me through Wouldn’t ya know Ain’t no-one was headed my way My smile strained through the pain they claimed I was due Somehow I kept on singin’ As them stars came tumblin’ down Diggin’ up dirt from my cold cold ground So I packed up And I rolled on just like thunder O’er Shenandoah across the Mason-Dixon Line O Brown Liquor Swigged like a pig of virtue Down through the delta I hung my hat with pride Somehow I kept on singin’ As them stars came a tumblin’ down Diggin’ up dirt from my cold cold ground And everyone who passed me Gave me such a dirty look Some people love judgin’ the cover of your book Back through the dive through snorted pills and whispers I hit the end of my rope and swung around in my tomb Till a southern belle - she held me through my weepin’ As I spilled my soul in a Louisville hotel room Somehow I kept singin’ As them stars came a tumblin’ down Diggin’ up dirt from my cold cold ground And everyone who passed me Gave me such a dirty look Some people love judgin’ the cover People love judgin’ the cover People love judgin’ the cover of your book
5.
The River 02:09
Well I belong to the river Here's hoping I drown Goodbye to yesterday I've been delivered A thorny crown To where along my way I know that I I ain't been right I've been a rambling almost every single night I believe Yes I believe it's a curse to bear the weight Them tears are welling all up in my eyes It's hard to feel so alone No one nowhere even seems to care I've been dragging my way on back home I know that I I've been unkind Make the wrong decision almost every single time Yes I believe it's a curse to bear the weight When no amount of drink will fix the way that I think And my words pour out like wine And all them little thoughts they just start Creepin all through my mind Well I belong to the river Here's hoping I drown Goodbye to yesterday I've been delivered A thorny crown To where along my way I know that I I ain't been right I've been a rambling almost every single night I believe Yes I believe it's a curse to bear the weight It's a curse to bear the weight It's a curse to bear the weight
6.
Watch it all fall down Watch it all fall down Head in the sand So you won't see Hidden figures At your feet How much further Can we be led down Watch it all fall down Watch it all fall down Dug in deep Where you stood No need to argue It's understood How much longer Can we not make a sound Watch it all fall down Watch it all fall down Love is lost And so are we All our shadows Are following Without worry Of what could be further down Watch it all fall down Watch it all fall down Watch it all fall down Watch it all fall down
7.
Heavy Hours 02:52
Heavy hours Thinking this over Ya cry to the sky in vain Let it go Float in the ether Sometimes that's just what it takes My oh my Rely on your neighbor We're all aboard this train Don't try and shy Away from your maker She already knows your pain She already knows your pain Try, try love Try to be what you claim Before this is done Dance with someone Try your hand at being whole again Spring brought flowers That peek through the window Remind to opine some rain Whiskey sours Sipped on for hours Till the song is all that remains Holy ghosts Haunting our parlor Sway to the serenade So let's raise a toast Before we turn sober For I long to remain this way I long to remain this way Try, try love Try to be what you claim Before this is done Dance with someone Try your hand at being whole again
8.
Pearly Gates 03:04
Here I am again Pressed against these pearly gates Claim they need to see What's in my heart In my heart I'm crazed beyond belief Without an answer to be found To all these questions posed I never fought Never thought I’d be so old and weary And feelin so damned down I’m fresh in from the cold My face is taut Face has taught me That I'm destined To always be the one Who burns out Like a raging son But I don't wanna stay here I don't think I could Cus when you're selling of your soul You sell it off for good Battle to the death Of forces intertwined In the belly of the beast I must go I must show Them heavens up above And them fires down below That soiled stench of past I tried hide Try to hide That I understand the heartache I insist upon the night So swallow all the grief You can find You can find That I'm destined To always be the one Who burns out Like a raging son But I don't want to stay here I don't think I could Cus when you're selling of your soul You sell it off for good I talk to myself Beneath this billowed smoke That helps me to ease My weary mind Troubled mind Won't break free from this torment I inflict upon myself With the killer of all joy By my side I still try To hold onto the hope that One day I will return Fortified with strength I yearn to find Hope to find That I'm destined To always be the one Who burns out Like a raging son But I don't want to stay here I don't think I could Cus when you're selling of your soul You sell it off for good
9.
My mind has come undone Like a bed in a hotel room Used by a bandit on the run My mind is shifting sand Always drifting to Them things I'll never understand And I should not be alone tonight For the one I love ain't here to set me right So I'll hang my hope on the morning light O yes I'll hang my hope on the morning light My mind is an open door Creaking while it swings And painting shadows on the floor My mind is an old time song With a worn out melody That's been spinning far too long And I should not be alone tonight For the one I love ain't here to set me right So I'll hang my hope on the morning light O yes I'll hang my hope on the morning light My mind is a restless shore Where every message in a bottle Always seems to be ignored My mind is full of dead wood And with this match in hand I plan to burn it off for good And I should not be alone tonight For the one I love ain't here to set me right So I'll hang my hope on the morning light O yes I'll hang my hope on the morning light
10.
O now mama Tell me what you want I ain't here to stop you And I'll see you don't get caught O now baby Tell me what you need Ain't much for us left to do But to lay around and breathe I know that you're desperate for the truth So stick around and help me work this through And I'll be honest too Open up my head In the hopes that it rains To cool off this fever that's been Scramblin my brains Haunted by my past In this glass that stayed unstirred Contemplate this anger That's been thinning out my herd I know that you're desperate for the truth So stick around and help me work this through And I'll be honest too The hardest part of letting go Of all them things you think you know Is rising from them ashes in your head Rebirth from your helping hand I hope my father understands In the belly of the beast you wake the dead You wake the dead O how holy Thou seem to want to be Shakin anger from your fist With a belt across your knee Heaven help ya For if this is all you got There ain't much for you left to do But to lay around and rot I know that you're desperate for the truth To rectify these demons of our youth And finally find a way to figure out the proper path to choose Well I'll be honest too
11.
There’s a rumor going around All about how I’m a sinner in a town full of saints And the boy from the bay Done lost his way And he ain’t ever ever gonna be the same I know I know I ain’t been around I hardly call I hardly write But I've been hangin by a thread Hoping I don't wake the dead And holding on with all of my might There’s a rumor going around All about how I’m a sinner in a town full of saints And the boy from the bay Done lost his way And he ain’t ever ever gonna be the same I roam I roam Like a runway And wear my soul down to the bone To face unafraid All them mistakes that I've made And hoping there's time to atone There’s a rumor going around All about how I’m a sinner in a town full of saints And the boy from the bay Done lost his way And he ain’t ever ever gonna be the same

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released June 24, 2022

Produced by John Jackson
Recorded and engineered by Jeff Berner at Studio G in Brooklyn, NY.
Mixed at Phillips Recording by Matt Ross-Spang
Mastered at Private Studios by Jonathan Pines
Horn arrangements by Austin Cook

Performances by: Austin Cook, Ramblin’ Rob Heath, Rich Hinman, John Jackson, Corey Kaiser, Josh Kantor, Dennis Lichtman, The Mastersons (Chris Masterson & Eleanor Whitmore), Tim O’Reagan, Alex Whitman, Greg Wieczorek and Adrienne Walker

Photos by Rosie Cohe
Album art by Billy Woodward

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