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Hobo Kicks
02:22
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Sleepin' in the park with my pack for a pillow
Wake up on the ground beneath a weeping willow
I take a shower in the civic centre fountain
Singing Big Rock Candy Mountain
You gotta get your hobo kicks
Sometimes you don't need resources
Other than resourcefulness
I got no cash, no credit, no debit
I got faith and I got the music
You gotta get your hobo kicks
Chorus:
You gotta get your hobo kicks
Gonna get my hobo kicks
Let me tell you life is simple
With fine dining at the Hindu temple
A box of wine will do just fine
To pass the time in the sunshine
You gotta get your hobo kicks
Living off people's change
And riding on old freight trains
My only home is the open road
I just hope I never grow old
You gotta get your hobo kicks
Chorus
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2. |
Redneck Town
03:42
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What do you do in a redneck town?
Take the bottle and drink it down
We found ourselves in a crossroads city
Where the grass is brown and the air is shitty
Well what do you do when life gives you lemons?
Gin and juice in redneck heaven
Fill up a house with like-minded folks
Spend all your nights smokin' dope
Walk around in colourful caps
Smile at all the ignorant chaps
Go smash up the Starbucks sign
Do it when you're drunk on wine
That's just what you do in a redneck town
What do you do in a redneck town?
Take the bottle and drink it down
We'll make some tea with poppy seeds
And spend a week half asleep
Drinking plonk and feeling down
Wasted in this one horse town
Planting seeds and hatching schemes
Trying hard to make a scene
Poppin' pills and feelin' fine
Wasting all our precious time
Who'd'a thunk we'd never get far
Cougar hunting at the country bar
Soon enough we'd have to leave
Try our luck planting trees
But I know we'll miss that redneck town
What do you do in a redneck town?
Take the bottle and drink it down
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3. |
Wage Slave
03:09
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I work at my stupid pizza job
Throw cheese on the 'zza
I get my paycheque every two weeks
That I don't get to keep
And I wake up day after day
Just to waste my life away
And I dream of a sunny place
And I dream of a sunny day
Chorus:
I'm a wage slave...
and I'm wasted
I walk around this place in a dream
I'm high on caffeine
And when I get home I get stoned
Ease my aching bones
And this pounding in my head
I'd rather be dead
And I dream of a sunny place
And I dream of a sunny day
Chorus
Yeah, my boss: he's a jerk
He gets rich off my work
But he's just a pawn in the game
Whatever you do it's the same
'Til the day you hit the grave
You're bound to be a wage slave
I dream of a sunny place
But sometimes it seems so far away
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I ain't got no home I'm just a ramblin' 'round
Just a wondering worker I roam from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
My brothers and my sisters are all stranded on this road
A hot, dusty road that a million feet have trod
The rich man took our homes and drove us from our doors
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Was a farmin' on the shares and always I was poor
My crops I laid to the banker's store
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Now as I look around it's mighty plain to see
This wide wicked world is a funny place to be
The gamblin' man is rich but the working man is poor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
No I ain't got no home in this world anymore
I'm just a wonderin' worker I roam from town to town
The police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
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5. |
Bedframe
01:42
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Chorus:
Why'd you sell my bedframe for drugs?
Why'd you sell my bedframe for drugs?
Friends don't do that kind of stuff
Why'd you sell my bedframe for drugs?
Why'd you molotov my car?
Why'd you molotov my car?
I don't know who you think you are
Why'd you molotov my car?
Chorus
Why'd you pawn off my videos?
Why'd you pawn off my videos?
I don't know what the heck's gotten into you
Why'd you pawn off my videos?
Chorus
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I lived in a place called Ofuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said my pretty baby it's plain to see
That there ain't nobody that can sing like me
No there ain't nobody that can sing like me
She said it's hard for me to see
How one little boy got so ugly
I said my pretty baby well that may be
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Chorus:
Way over yonder in the minor keys
Way over yonder in the minor keys
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
We walked down by the Buckeyed Creek
To see the little froggy eat the google eyed bee
To hear that west wind whistle to the east
And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Hey my little girly would you let me see
Way down yonder where the wind blows free
Nobody can see in our holler tree
And there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Chorus
Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree
And she laid it in to she and me
And it stung way worse than a hive of bees
But there ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Now I have walked a long long way
But I still look back on my Tanglewood days
And I've led many a pretty girl to stray
Saying ain't nobody that can sing like me
Ain't nobody that can sing like me
Chorus
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7. |
Four-Legged Friends
02:59
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Chorus:
This goes out to all my four-legged friends
This goes out to all my puppies, froggies and kittens
This goes out to all my four-legged friends
What would life be like without you?
We've got froggies, they hop around
They go swimming in the pond
Catching bugs all along, and
Living on a lily pad, not bad!
Chorus
We've got kitties, so cute and cuddly
They snuggle up to you and sleep with you too
Then go outside to catch a mouse or two
Chorus
We've got doggies, man's best friend
They play tug of war with you
And fetch with you too
Then go outside to bark and poo, and
Chorus
Alright kids, this is where we need a little help...
This is the sound that a horsey makes...
This is the sound that a cow makes...
This is the sound that a pig makes...
This is the sound that a donkey makes...
Chorus
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8. |
Losin' It
03:44
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I don't know why I waste my time frustrating my mind
All these things like a bell that it rings in my head
I'm losin' it, losing my mind...
Humanity now lies between a super-nation at each pole
Concentrating massive efforts on preparations of world war
We're losin' it, we're losing our minds...
I don't understand why there's so much pain and despair
When there's so much love in the world to share
Some people get rich while others stay so poor
If there was fair distribution we would all have more
We're losin' it, losing our minds...
If any should ask why we died
Tell them because our fathers lied
I shall lie like this when I'm dead
One more secret in my head
I'm losin' it, losing my mind...
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9. |
Cars Hiss By My Window
03:38
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Cars hiss by my window like the waves upon the beach
Cars hiss by my window like the waves upon the beach
I got this girl beside me but she's out of reach
Headlights through my window climbing on the wall
Headlights through my window climbing on the wall
Can't find my baby though I call and call
Window's tremblin' like a sonic boom
Window's tremblin' like a sonic boom
A cold girl 'll kill you in a darkened room
The cars hiss by my window like the waves upon the beach
Cars hiss by my window like the waves down on the beach
I got this girl beside me but she's out of reach
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10. |
The Road Is So Rough
03:23
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When I first started to hobo a freight train was my only friend (x2)
This time when I go though, I'll have my baby by my side
Won't you go tell my mother she won't have to worry no more
Go tell my mother I'm coming home
She won't have to cry no more
And I ain't gonna hobo no more
The road is so rough, the road is so rough
When you're all on your own
That's why I ain't gonna hobo no more
No, I ain't gonna run around, I ain't gonna run
I ain't gonna run around, I ain't gonna ramble
Lord watch over me now,
'cause I ain't gonna hobo no more
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11. |
To Be Born Is To Die
03:37
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First I was delivered then I was abandoned...
Chorus:
To be born is to die, it's to die to be born...
I asked you this but you didn't answer me...
Chorus
Tell me: am I alone or am I not alone...
Chorus
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12. |
Wicked Polly
03:34
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Young people who delight in sin
I'll tell you what has lately been
A woman who was young and fair
Died in sin and deep despair
She went to frolics, dance and play
In spite of all her friends would say
I'll turn to God when I grow old
And then he shall receive my soul
On Friday morning she took sick
Her stubborn heart began to break
She called her mother to her bed
Her eyes were rolling in her head
Oh mother mother fare ye well
Your wicked Polly's doomed to hell
The flaming wrath begins to roll
I'm a lost and ruined soul
She gnawed her tongue before she died
She rolled, she groaned, she screamed, she cried
Oh must I burn for ever more
'Til thousand thousand years or more?
Young people lest this be your case
Oh turn to God and trust his grace
Down on your knees for mercies cry
Lest you in sin like Polly die
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G Lazarus Vancouver, British Columbia
Stories of the road, rebellious roots-folk anthems and down-tempo blues inspired by life on the fringe.
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