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A Free History Of​.​.​.

by Wrinkle Neck Mules

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1.
I just stand aside while you walk 100 miles through my living room The next chord is dischord I'm sure And the drunkard's in the bathroom drinking boiling oil Knock knock on the door It's quarter to 3 The song you sing is not minor enough for me Slip into a coma, up half the night When I finally realized you were'nt breathing right It's just another tragedy, in reality, it'll burn going down just like the label read I still stand aside while you 100 miles through my living room The next chord is dischord I'm sure And the drunkard's in the bathroom drinking boiling oil
2.
Where do the old moonshiners go when they die? And what of their stills in the pine? Is their kettle still burning hot? Or has that still run dry? Papa was a whiskey man and his before him Now so am I Lord knows I miss them but I know I’m not alone When I look up to the night sky Where do the old moonshiners go when they die? I’ve been told that they’re living in that Big Dipper in the sky It’s their kettle’s still burning bright When I’m alone out there in the middle of the night Sitting with my corn and my wine I look up through the pines and give a nod to that Big Dipper in the sky Way down south Georgia 1932 Old Uncle John was in a bind Owned himself the only general store for miles Controlled all the farming supplies Wasn’t long before the IOU’s piled up People just couldn’t pay So he closed that store and back into the woods He went back to that moonshine And I know that they’ll walk with me When it’s time for me to pass into the great by and by And I pray the Lord will forgive me ‘Cause even Jesus Christ could use a little wine Where do the old moonshiners go when they die? And what of their stills in the pine? Is that kettle still burning hot? Or has that still run dry? Where do the old moonshiners go when they die? I’ve been told that they’re living in that Big Dipper in the sky It’s their kettle’s still burning bright When I’m alone out there in the pines Sitting with my weed and my wine I look up through the pines and give a nod to that Big Dipper in the sky
3.
Oh Liza, oh Liza, it's time To make our run in the night Across the lower 40 and through the break in the pines Oh Liza, oh Liza, it's time I met you in the Spring one cold, crazy day Snow falling with bright sunshine I never understood a word that you said Something about the blue in your mind You told your father I was an evil man And he cornered me at the feed store in town He said, "dont you go near Liza boy or I'll put you in the ground" All I could do was crack a smile I dreamed we danced a waltz right up to the timberline And tiptoed along the power wires Your brown hair was trailing us half a mile behind Oh Liza, I dreamed you were mine You told your brother I was an evil man And he came at me with a machete in his hand But he never saw my pistol Lord and when he hit the ground His eyes were shiny, silver and wild Oh Liza, Oh Liza, you're mine I would'nt try to struggle or fight Across the swollen river and to the old abandoned mine Oh Liza, Oh Liza you're mine
4.
Looks like it's time to trim the fat They're digging a hole right through the 'Glades By the time that we get through, I'll have no use for you Won't you be so proud of the mess I made? My sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee Running through the shallows with cottonmouth Cypress knees My sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee is calling me With a forearm tan and a bottle that's where I'll be One time I brought a woman friend home with me For too darn long she could'nt stand the heat (nor mosquitos) She said I had to choose but she never thought she'd lose When it comes to the one I love it's plane to see Got a four wheel drive and a three gun rack A two eyed stove and a one room shack My paint job is starting to peel and there's a crack in my windshield You can bet each time I leave I'll be looking back To my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee Holy blackwater with sawgrass and citrus trees My sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee is calling me With a forearm tan and a bottle that's where I'll be
5.
I found my demons Caught them where they were sleeping Now I know, I'll never be alone Shaving after drinking Come downstairs just steadily bleeding And exposing, my jaw bone While my engine stammers and shakes Another quart of oil, straight in the tank Push the pedal, pull the brake Seeing is deceiving And to think, you had me believing In cottonwoods and two-step songs I got my papers of indenture So many years living up to my potential It's probably time to take about 20 years off Good morning, South Carolina Left a trail of dog bones behind you Hoping I might follow you inside Hoping I might follow While my hands they tremble and shake Got to calm them down with another round of drinks Push the pedal, pull the brake
6.
Shirtless by the punch bowl Naked in my skin Hoping it will bring me back again Is that fading sun a sign of things to come? Or is that light mistaken for the dawn? Got no stories of my own Just the ones that people told me Go out looking for my own On the road It’s only leaving There is no parting So don’t you be grieving when I go And when the sun don’t come I’m gonna hold my tongue Be in a Cadillac Limousine coming home Stinging like a snake farm Sitting out alone Don’t suspect you’d understand it Cause it’s been a long time leaving And I’ll be along time gone But don’t worry I won’t come home empty handed Got no memories of my own Just the stories people told me Go out looking for my own Down that the road
7.
I resigned to a life of resignation Brushed the fires with my own flesh and bone Black skies for the high and mighty Daylight, it never felt so right All the plight, I avoid it with my eye Let the crows pick my bones Every story is judged By the color of the tongue This ones as dark as my grandmother's lung
8.
Scratch in the lense again and I'm broken down Amongst the leaves and sweet gum trees just blowing now To the hum of a song or the grinding of the metal The whole crowd roars when I'm torn in three Where is your line? Brushed like fire and bent like wire Just awakened eyes and arms fresh from fighting The come down chills and combative pills will martyr The celebrants and ghosts outstretched in the arena Only being there I swear will prove you wrong I will not go back down there I will not go back down there again The wicks have met
9.
I can’t sleep a wink any longer And tobacco signs are like chains on a river 2 x 6 been threaded through a sable And I’d never seen the wrong side of the coast Flashing and the crackling of the timber Its one more down and the hole’s getting bigger Looking like its raining in the rafters And I’ve never seen that live oak up so close But I’m seeing things I never thought I’d see And I’ve got her to thank for showing me 17 years more And from what they say it’s only getting worse Chewed me up and spit me out Another season will surely be the end of this town Hush up now Katie, don’t you cry no more ‘cause those winds will scratch and steal and maim a man You don’t want to know what lies behind that door There are things out there you’ll never understand
10.
Don’t just stand there Raise your guns and let the lead fly I thought I told you You’re going to miss if you close one eye So don’t just stand there, raise your guns and let the lead fly Before the dawn in the St. Level wood Rest your head on the warm of the hood Mayflies and bugs chipping at the road Miles away from the world I’ve known Grind the stump and tighten the chain Twice as strong as a man half of my age But I suppose the plow’s reached the end of the row “Be particular son now as you go” And every dog’s named for a color Blood is thicker than any kind of water Blackie and red painted R.L.R I wish I could find you wherever you are
11.
Beneath that yellow glowing street lamp a pretty girl sat weeping Same way I’ve seen her do about a hundred times before Tears were falling down into a puddle upon the asphalt Pretty one’s a crying in that Ho Jo parking lot It was the first time in my sixteen years that I heard Mr. Big played Not the one you’re thinking of it’s the lyrics of a pimp Coming out hard, we were living large In the Howard Johnson parking lot Saturday night Feel your way into a blue lit room Where the smoke’s so thick from the cigarettes and the weed your brother bought you Katie got her braces off at 12 o’clock on Thursday If the evening goes as planned then we’ll be frenching in my car Too many coolers and she’s puking in the bushes Of the Howard Johnson parking lot Saturday night Feel your way into a blue lit room Where the smoke’s so thick from the cigarettes and the weed your brother bought you Hazy rings around the moon Forget the springtime cause the summers coming soon Everything feels just right You can feel it in the air tonight
12.
When I looked up from the ground The moon blocked out the clouds The crowd control wasn’t keeping me at bay Like a spider in the drain I swam and screamed and swayed Raised my arms and hoped to hear you say Turn it over dark of night Prop me up in the morning light Tomorrow I’ll wish that I had died Sweep the floors, prop the chairs And leave me lying here Watching as the waters all run dry In the east the daylight broke But my eyes they burned and smoked With thoughts of some Sunday left behind Spilling cubes from the glass Rising slow and falling fast Yes, I guess the years have not been kind There’s fog all around the lens And I’ve not seen you since We lay upon the Dominion’s mighty bones While the devil worked the fields Deliver us Lord from all evil Because each of us has cast our own stones Turn it over dark of night Prop me up in the morning light Tomorrow I’ll pray to God that I’m alive Lock the doors, run down the stairs I’ll strain my ears to hear You calling as the waters all run dry
13.
Shaking off the shadows, running from the cold Waters churn and beckon at my door Tainted streams are flowing where the transom used to be Take me down with the vessel when you go Fortune fades, you’re reaching for the light Brighter days are falling far behind When your hole is dug so deep and it’s so dark you can’t see The winds will always bring you home to me Concrete and the pilings driving deep beneath the sea Amongst the rising waves and finer things Heavens to Betsy, to be a pearl upon a string Resting on your shoulder eternally No time for winding down, where I wind up is on my mind Surely there’s more silver sides to see No time to count the miles, counting them up just brings me down Looks like we’ve been leaking gasoline
14.
Caught up in glue Living like a daydream Looking like somebody new All stitched up in your tight seams Raised in the ripples Call for the drinks we need It looks plain and simple But when they cut, they don’t bleed Up on the stake When the wheels touch down The shovels and rakes Bury us right down in the ground I know what’s at stake, when the wheels touch down No points in the quiver The headwall comes crumbling So hot that we shiver And our mouths they start mumbling But you can try to defend And stay off of your back But the lips get swollen As the widow makers they make contact Let the tongues speak in tongues And let the starts get finished Let the necks get hung Before they even know what the sin is Why don’t you just let it come clear? I have been passed over
15.
Oh, you’re never gonna find me Up Lookout Mountain down in Tennessee Think I better cross that line Leaving Chattanooga Behind Down in the valley people all the same So I turned 12, changed my name Dropped my accent and hopped a train You’re never gonna find me no more I was too young to fight but I took my turn Flying in the belly of a big iron bird 30,000 feet, I saw the world You’re never gonna find me no more Back in the soil I became a spy Working for Hoover and the FBI Rolling undercover with aces high You’re never gonna find me no more From the Tennessee Valley to the D.O.C. Hiding up yonder in Germany I left Tunisia at the break of day Landed in the water down in Tampa Bay

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Here's 15 free WNM songs drawn from our 5 albums released to-date. By no means is this intended to be exhaustive. It's just a basic starter kit. Poison for the water. The song list was curated by our fans.

All full albums are available on Lower 40 Records in the USA and on Blue Rose Records in Europe.

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released March 31, 2014

(c) Wrinkle Neck Mules / Gold Dust Twin Music (BMI)

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Wrinkle Neck Mules Richmond, Virginia

Don Imus once said that the Wrinkle Neck Mules “don’t have what it takes to make it”. Despite Don’s prediction, the band has garnered a cult following in their 14+ years of creating a “righteous Americana mishmash”.

To date, they have recorded 5 albums on Atlanta’s Lower 40 Records and Germany’s Blue Rose.
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