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Body In the River
03:17
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Body In The River
There’s a body in the river
Ain’t nobdy sayin’ who
Folks ‘round here just don’t consider
Yankees, cowards, whores or fools
Water’s been rising, for a week now, Rain keeps coming, every day
Bridges out of town are shut down, Half the farm has, washed away
Open up the back door, pack up the Ford
And keep one eye on the dam
There’s a body in the river……
Half the town’s sandbaggin’ levees, Other half’s too poor to care
Preacher screeching ‘bout the deluge, Sheriff’s got a drunken stare
Since the mines shut, the men get high too much
And the women won’t complain
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2. |
Dead Broke Dangerous Man
02:39
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Dead Broke Dangerous Man
Common man ain’t got no chance
Took the farm, padlocked the plant
Weeks hanging, around the house
Fed up woman heard there’s work down south
But don’t’ push, me, I had all, I can stand
I’m a dead, broke, dangerous man
Words of hope on the radio
Picket line in the Detroit snow
Guess all they’ve got to give is words
Workin’ mans ain’t never heard
But don’t’ push, me, I had all, I can stand
I’m a dead, broke, dangerous man
Backed to the wall, pushed to the edge
What’s the choice of the desperate
Steal a gun, deal some meth
Prison, National Guard, or death
But don’t’ push, me, I had all, I can stand
I’m a dead, broke, dangerous man
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3. |
Poor Farm Blues
02:39
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Poor Farm Blues
Rain never came, so went the farm , granddad had since before the war
Can’t head west, can’t head east, with five kids and a wife that needs
More, than a woman, can use
Damned by them poor farm, blues
Sheriff and the judge, finally came, piece of paper man from the bank
Roughed us up, out in the snow, “dead beat hillbillies hit the road”
“Sorry son ain’t nothing I can do”
Sentenced to them poor farm, blues
Desperate times, a still in the woods, this life of lies and sin ain’t good
You can take my land, take my pride, what’s a rich man without a dime
Spring came, took Loretta and the boys too soon
Payment on them poor farm, blues
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4. |
He Rambled
02:46
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He Rambled
Broken heart for a broken woman he rambled
Headed west a desperate man gambles
California held, a dirty prison cell
Lost a daughter, lost a son ‘cause he rambled
Old grey suit, shoeless cold he rambled
He wore a Stella guitar, switchblade scar, bluegrass banjo
Wrote a letter drunk, thought of sending it once
Gave into grift, gave into sin so he rambled
He rambled, right out of sight
Left a hound, whiskey still, four ex-wife
Dust off them old dusty blue he rambled
Flea bit flat 30 years passed in shambles
Fell across the tracks, diesel coming fast
No name, paupers grave ‘cause he rambled
No name, paupers grave ‘cause he rambled
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5. |
Cotton Mile
01:58
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Cotton Mile
Rich man’s cotton to the county line
I got ten acres, bone dry
Kids need shoes, her new dress can wait
Ain’t no money if there ain’t no rain
Someday God’s gonna look down on me and smile….On that cotton mile
My dad worked this same dead dirt
His dad, swore it was cursed
Met that girl where the river don’t run
Had a ring and no babies at 31
Someday God’s gonna look down on me and smile….On that cotton mile
Rich man’s house is stone with a gate
Got a, little cabin, she hates
She could’ve married a man with sense
I’ve got dreams she’s got regrets
Someday God’s gonna look down on me and smile….On that cotton mile
Rain never came, they repoed the truck
Everything blew away with the dust
Took granddad’s shotgun to the bank
Cause a rich man came took the whole damn place
Honey I’m sorry I did the best I can…I’m just a cotton man
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6. |
White Paper Dress
02:52
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The Pawn Shop Saints Adams, Massachusetts
The Pawn Shop Saints, a 100% indie band, is led by singer/songwriter Jeb Barry. Known for their sparse, weary, hard dirt Americana, the Pawn Shop Saints have been compared to the likes of Steve Earle, Jason Isbell (co-writer of Jeb's song "When the Ball Dropped"…via Twitter) and American Aquarium. …and sometime Townes Van Zandt. ... more
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