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Fifteen Tears
04:21
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Loaded or empty, uphill or down
Rollin' across country or stuck downtown
I get fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
Fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
Eastbound, westbound, rain or snow
Always a day late and I gotta go
But I get fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
Fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
Hear the thunder of the engine, choir of the tires
Road's gettin' steeper, that mountain's gettin' higher
But I get fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
Fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
I lost her just a year ago, I hear those grave winds sigh
No one to tell me now how the hell not to cry
Fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
Fifteen tears per mile, fifteen tears per mile
Oooooh....
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2. |
Hoochie Coo
03:31
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I'd walk down each road of yours
I'd call up every phone
I'd kick in every locked up door
Until I brought you home
I'd search for you , go room by room
No matter how I try
Your hoochie coo goes boom, boom, boom
I need it or I'll die
Gotta have it or I'll die
I get a little hoochie coo each time I run on you
I've always been a man of faith but lately Lord, who knew
A little witchy in a woman really ain't that bad
But you and your hoochie coo could drive a preacher mad
Drive this creature mad
If I knew what-all I know
I'd stay ten miles from you
Never wind up where you go
Avoid them things you do
Once you're near my humble home
Get a fever through and through
Chilblains rattle in my bones
Come down with hoochie coo
Pure fit of hoochie coo
Wait until three buzzards fly
Before you ride to town
Don't leave home under purple sky
Unless the leaves are brown
Never saddle a buckskin horse
Got a brand-new shoe
And stay away from the girls of course
What got that hoochie coo
They got that hoochie coo
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3. |
Rear Ended
02:47
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Now I gotta tell ya, life just isn’t fair
My clothes don’t fit, my seams are split, and I’m sunk down in despair
Well I been doing some thinkin', I think I got more than my share
And why I gotta be a big bottom gal (big bottom gal)
Now sister is so slender, she's tall and she is chic
Now when her eyes fall on my thighs I turn the other cheek
And mother has a derriere, looks just like the one on me
So why I gotta be da big bottom gal (big bottom gal)
Well it follows me all over town, standin’ up or sittin’ down
Fillin’ out my old blue jeans and makin’ it’s presence known
Now what is so wrong with some junk in the trunk, it enhances my stride with a little more spunk
And I know all the guys like it plumper and round, so why is it always just bringin’ me down
And why I gotta be a big bottom gal (big bottom gal)
Well I run, I ride the bicycle, I paddle and I row
And I’m always watchin’ what I eat, and hopin’ it doesn’t show
It seems no matter what I do, there’s one place it all goes
And why I gotta be a big bottom gal (big bottom gal)
Well, hips like a boys are the latest great thing and I think that’s been true now since 1916
Well I never no never did fit in the mold and this flaunting of fashion is getting so old
Never did want to be counter culture but I never could squeeze into fashion couture
And why I gotta be a big bottom gal (big bottom gal)
Big bottom gal, why I gotta be a big... bottom… gal
Mmhmmmmmmm...
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4. |
Round the Horn
03:23
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I wanted to sail around the horn when I was just a kid
I wanted the scars and the broken bones of those who did and lived
I'm not aware of anyone who dreams of hunting whales
On frozen decks with iron spears, shouting against the gales
Round the horn I had to be born
Rig my halyard high
Round the horn I had to be born
To come about and die
I do not live now near the sea but when I close my eyes
I see the kelp caught in the rocks and blowholes in the sky
Smell canvas drying in the sun and oakum on the deck
I hear the roar of bow-spray blowing back on face and neck
Two-inch hawsers, braided hemp, longboats, kegs and oars
Block and tackle, booms and spars, salt-cod by the score
But when I lie down late at night I can feel by pitch and yaw
We're runnin' afore the wind just like a river rat through the straw
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5. |
Long Row to Hoe
03:41
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I'm hitched to that man like a wagon
Two babies and I don't know how
I'll ever be free to live my own life
For now I'm just biding my time
Well I don't know what I was thinking
Too young to know my own mind
I reap what I've sown and my little girls
Live in an unhappy home
And it's a long row to hoe
When the sun on your back leaves you cold
And the rain won't make anything grow
And the dirt on your hands is all you hold
It's a hardscrabble life that I'm living
I fend for myself deep inside
With non one to save me or take me away
Hard times are my price to pay
And it's always the plight of a woman
To give up on all of her cares
Working and waiting, a smile on her face
And inside, a heart full of tears
And it's a long row to hoe
When the sun burning down feels so cold
And the rain won't make anything grow
And the dirt on your hands is all you hold
It's a dark, cloudy day here in my heart
A cold wind blows right through my soul
But I'll set my sights on the farthest horizon
Where sorrow will find me no more
But it's a long row to hoe
When the sun burning down feels so cold
And the rain won't make anything grow
And the dirt on your hands is all you hold
Oh, regret weighs on me like a stone
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6. |
Elizabethtown
03:00
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They say the bank that it was robbed
It was dark and late
Cop car was stolen
Sheriff's daughter was raped
But I swear to you boys
And I know how it sounds
I ain't never been down to Elizabethtown
I've been here, I've been there, I've been all around
But I never set foot in Elizabethtown
Someone saw someone
The jury believed
They say they saw someone
Looked kinda like me
I swear on the bible
When the sun went down
I was five hundred miles
From Elizabethtown
I've been here, I've been there, I've been all around
But you never saw me in Elizabethtown
It's been thirteen long years
Locked up inside
No one will believe me
And God knows I've tried
It'll be seven more
'fore parole comes around
And I can be rid of Elizabethtown
I've been here, I've been there, I've been all around
But you'll never catch me in Elizabethtown
No you'll never catch me in Elizabethtown
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7. |
Little Darlin'
03:47
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Little darlin', love is not a crime
If it is, then let me do my time
Lock my heart up, throw away the key
I'm a prisoner that don't wanna go free
Come on baby, kill me with a kiss
Come on make me die of happiness
I know whiskey makes a man a fool
But darlin', whiskey ain't got nothin' on you
Tell the doctor he ain't got no cure
I'm a goner, baby that's for sure
Tell the lawman he ain't got no gun
That could hurt me like the way you've done
Love can taste as sweet as muscat wine
But then go down more like turpentine
Little darlin', skies were meant to be blue
Songbirds to sing and I was meant to love you
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8. |
Vermont Tissue Co.
04:01
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On the Walloomsac River there's a paper mill
And the dirty water runs right by my door
And that old covered bridge must've seen it all
It's been there for a hundred years or more
And they open a pipe every single day
In the side of that concrete factory wall
And what they let loose turns the river grey
And I'm afraid it's gonna to kill us all
Well we fish that river and we take a swim
Wadin’ in the murky current there
No idea what we're gettin’ in
And nobody ‘round us seems to care
And somethin’ surges like the blood from a wound
Out the pipe in that crumblin’ factory wall
And it muddies the waters like the clouds do the moon
And I'm afraid it's gonna kill us all
And the rains bring the river creepin’ close
Like a guest that was never any friend
In the well, in the air, in the garden rows
Quietly, slowly poisoning
And what rushes right out the side of the mill
Is like a bomb that is slowly goin’ off
Whatever it is makes the fishes lie still
And I hope and pray it doesn't kill us all
Now Artie never lived to be a man
The cancer took him long before his time
And every single house in the neighborhood
Has seen its share of misery and cryin’
And a torrent tumbles out of the side of the mill
Rainin’ down that daily dose of scum
We watch and we wait, and we wonder who will…
Survive, and who will succumb
How many will it take before it's done
It's like a slow tickin’ kind of a bomb
We're all prayin’ that our turn will never come…
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9. |
Midnight on the Water
03:53
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No one was out in hour eleven
No one was watching one last moonrise
In the town they all slept, undisturbed by my engines
Though I tore through the still of their midnight sky
Twenty one years, I lied about my age
They taught me to fly, they gave me a plane
And with my country as my witness, and my orders to obey
It was midnight on the water when I blew that town away
Midnight on the water
Moon, town, sky
Midnight on the water
Goodbye
I know that town, or another just like it
I have brothers and sisters and a mother still there
In my dream they are sleeping down by the water
It's a beautiful picture from high in the air
Then I'm down in the town calling everybody's name
No one can hear me, no one can see the plane
And then I wake up in a cold sweat—every night it is the same
Midnight on the water and I can't go home again
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10. |
Free and Easy
03:25
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I don't worry ‘bout the way I act
I ain't troubled by matters of fact
Blowin’ like a breeze all over town
No need to put my suitcase down, no need to put my suitcase down
I'm thinkin' maybe I'll go for a ride
Wander ‘round to the other side
Have a look-see, think it all through
I got nothin’ better to do, I got nothin’ better to do
And I know, I could be
The king of the hill or his little queen bee
But I don't, ever see
How that could be the life for me, no that ain't the life for me
I don't ever gotta be anywhere
Livin’ life is my only care
I don't answer to nobody but me
And I'm keepin’ good company, yes I'm keepin’ good company
I got to have a little get-up-and-go
Maybe sip another cuppa that Joe
Rollin’ on like the river’s tide
My locomotion’s all in my stride, my locomotion’s all in my stride
What I have is what I can hold
Free and easy down the open road
Movin’ along to the feel of that beat
That rhythm’s playin’ out in my feet, I can feel the rhythm down in my feet like
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Cradle Switch Cambridge, New York
Cradle Switch is a 5-piece acoustic Americana group, based in Cambridge, NY. Tunes include originals and a range of songs drawing from bluegrass, country, folk, and a little blues. Members: Ferrilyn Sourdiffe (vocals, guitar, banjo), Dave Lawlor (vocals, guitar, mandolin), Kate Ritter (fiddle, harmony vocals), David Cuite (upright bass), David Norman (drums & percussion). ... more
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