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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.