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South County
04:06
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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
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2. |
Country Dumb
02:14
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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
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3. |
Thistle and Clay
03:02
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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
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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
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5. |
The River
02:09
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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
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6. |
Watch It All Fall Down
02:45
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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
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7. |
Heavy Hours
02:52
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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
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8. |
Pearly Gates
03:04
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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
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9. |
Morning Light
03:57
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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
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10. |
Honesty Blues
02:59
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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
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11. |
The Boy From The Bay
02:56
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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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Billy Woodward Brooklyn, New York
NY based roots singer-songwriter and visual artist.
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