1.Country Love
Wake Up, we're going to the country
We're going to the country and we'll do it right
Cook up some sweet potatoes and tomorrow night
We'll watch the stars dancing with the satellite
That's right, we're going to the country
Yer country loving gets me off all right
Yer country loving is complete
Yer country loving gets me off all right
Yer country loving is so sweet
Wake Up, wake up we're in the country
2.Fossil Contender
Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy
No matter if I opt out or not
He got his always worried about what I got
Well, I got a knuckle honey
And you have the fin
But we don't even know if this thing
used to walk or swim
CHORUS
I dug up a skull
I made a mold
Filled it with plaster
And you know what I was told？
Well how would you feel
If I dug up your head
Well I wouldn't want to be fielding
any of your loaded questions
Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy
Way after their time underground
Back of my head smells like a kick drum
Sight undisturbed
Resting satisfied or
I've got to find a new home for the petrified
Fossil contender
Make it a short one laddy
3.The Way You Can Get
I know the way you can get
When you ain't had a drink of love-when you can't see the stars
above
When people are greedy and mean-when only the worst can be seen
When life take an ugly turn-when you refuse to learn
When you lost what you had before-when yer lost in another store
When you sleep in a strangers place-when you can't wash yer face
When the wine is too sweet too soothe- when the groove is to
blue to move
When the bread is too stale to share-when the night is too long
to care
When trouble just follows you-when sorrow just swallows you
When worry knocks on yer door-when sadness sleeps on yer floor
When the soul hears a lonely sound-when God don't come around
4.Hey Thurman
Hey, Thurman
We got some funky trees
Need a whirlybird
To get above a canopy
Me and your boys
Picking through the debris
Benny and Roky back in the mid 60's
Hey, Thurman
Matriarch of fifty-deuce
I got a wagon
Full of that juice
You hold on to that remote control
Me and your boys are bound to take that stroll
Hey, Thurman
I must inquire
What's that written on your telephone pole flyer？
It's just a possum it ain't your Siamese
I know that smell
It's got me weak in the knees
Hey, Thurman
You know we'll all get home
Me and your boys ya see
We're all full grown
Your hearts a jug
Never empty always full
Pass it to your Padre
I think he needs another pull
Another sweet pull
Hey Thurman
5.New Dues
Still in line
Spoon in my hand
And the mouth that roared
Didn't get fed
And the squeaky wheel
Blown out and rusted
A fellah yelled, candy
But we all stood still
No I didn't panic
But I had a chill
Yes, I had a chill
CHORUS
Just got my new dues
Just got my new dues
Just got my new dues today
Who's buyin'？
So I hit the bricks
But my place was saved
now look at my cheek
found out the road was paved
spilling the rich krovy
catch it in my pan
try to feed the flunky
watch the fallen stand
Just call my number
Hand me down my rag
Hand me down my rag
Hand me down my rag
CHORUS
6.All The Way To Jericho
All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
if you could only find out anyway you oughta feel
all the way to Jericho in a rusted auto
lookin at the yellow moon-waitin for the northern star
All the way to Jericho it doesn't even seem that real
knowin' that the time is gone-nuthin' left to save or steal
All the way to Jericho all the while singin' low
wishin for a passenger-waiting for that northern star
All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
mighta missed a sign you saw farm road-corn field
say goodbye to Jericho, lookin at the book of dreams
how to get to Bethlehem-time to get some gasoline
And when you see that starry night
or a cross up on a hill
then you wait for early light
to take yer hands off the wheel
when you see that starry night
7.Valentine
It's just a little home to fill
With pretty pictures of you that will
And a broken clock
In empty pockets lonely hands are still
You can call it phantasy
You can dress it up to a t
But the words remain
All the same until ya let it b
In little ways that are only mine
I go to squeeze my Valentine
Time and time after time
I go to squeeze my Valentin
But the yearnin is only mine
My favorite record from the start
Always skips the well intentioned part
Thru the big and small
After all
Straight to the heart to heart
(Records go round)
Picks up and right back down
Yeah yeah Oh yeah
Low, flat, high hat
Hey-turn around!
8.Country Gal
I've been sitting down here so long I composed a song
I wanna meet you Country gal
Every time she dance I wish I had the chance
There's a river flowing in every man
All the trees do sway when she dance that way
I wanna meet you country gal
I swear she must have been born from that blossom's breeze
She got diamonds all around her ankle bone
She got her gals gathered round and the boys can't make no time
She's like a ruby rolling round in a bucket of dimes
She got skin like chocolate milk-make a married man feel no
guilt
The way she moves when she moves and she groove
Somebody slap my face and throw me under the jail
'Cause I can't stop thinking about that country gal
9.Bridget
It was there that I met her on my way to some crisis
in need of diffusing on some old dirty turnpike
Sayin' hitchhiking is stupid
What's your name？
she said, Bridget, oh yeah
So, where's the revolution？
She had El Che on her t-shirt
Sure, I'll talk Bay of Pigs
Give me a hot beer with an aspirin
So I did
What a windbag
I just don't like rolling alone
Chorus
Bridget wants to go down Corpus
Cast a registered vote in her county
Hit the gas so she can make a difference
The Bridge didn't dig my sarcasm
I bid adios to my camouflaged rider
She said thanks for the lift you old geezer
Said Bridget Bridget yeah
Zuniga, Batista, Soviet Hispano
Made a move for my stereo
A naked prey sing-a-long
I could feel her cold stare
Honey, I spy a rest stop
Here's a 10
You'll need a reason to live tonight
CHORUS
(out)
10.Shreveport
Midnight drive down on Jewella Rd.
Methamphetamines and carryin a lonely load
Roaches in the ashes, truck jamming Limelight
Look like it's gonna be just me and Geddy Lee tonight
Shreveport, Oh Shreveport
Wonder where I'll be when the sun comes t' shine
Glasspacks hummin by Circle In The Square
Heavy Metal Rednecks and their frizzy blonde hair
Fuck a bunch a hair-do boys and their Spandex britches
And their big titty, fancy drunk ass bitches
Shreveport, Oh Shreveport
Wonder where I'll be when the sun comes t' shine
David Green called me to pick him up after work
Said to bring him some cold beer and a fresh clean shirt
Said he was already broke and he just got paid
We spent the rest of the night singin' by his Mama's grave
Shreveport, Oh Shreveport
Wonder where I'll be when the sun comes t' shine
11.Tex-Mex Mile
Well the south congress whores they is a movin' on down the line
They moved the cinema west down to Interstate 35
The Ho's got their Johns following single file
The aint't good lookin' but they got that freaky style
Down on the tex-mex and tattoo Pakistani package mile
They got a thing down there that makes an angry young man mild
And if you go down there and smoke out yer gonna leave with a
smile
Down on that tex-mex and tattoo pakastani package mile
I hear the police sirens they're whining every night
From south first and west mary all the way down to Ben White
Ol' Tom Ables used to say with an impish smile
Brother, sit back and listen to the south Austin lullaby
I lost 10 years down there smoking that Pachuca weed
I was Rip Van Winkle but I thought I was Apollo Creed
I couldn't find my dingo boots, hell I couldn't even find my
feet
I kept a waking and a baking even though it was mostly seeds
12.Blanket Show
The drapes were drawn, the curtain fell
The bellows were empty
Might as well
Go the Blanket Show
But the seats are steep
No real estate
I'm stuck on Y
Can't get no zzz's
Don't trust no pills
No, I don't trust nothing
So I hit the tins and the play button
Sure enough my dream reoccurring
But this time I was in the women's prison
Freud was smiling
So was Jung
My heart was heavy but my Fu was Kung
Three time loser
five to ten
Are you that judge？
No, I'm not him
No, I'm not him
Right about then
Lights out in the cage
The women were snoring
with that wart hog rage
Wake up pig
Roll over Beethoven
Get down mama
Yeah, you sleep in
I flew the pen
I flew the pen
13.Tighter
Standin in a circle
Lights on us purple
Handin out the tickets for the night
Wear em like a medal
Pedal to the metal
Givin em up to the first in sight
Holdin Waits in gold
Should'nt have to be told to hold on tighter
Tighter and tighter
(No really, tighter!)
Could'nt find another
One for ya brother
I do believe the rest are 'Up on high'
Take it up with yer Makers
And yer rollin papers
Even they is bound to axe,
Why, why why？
Tighter! Holding!
All yer left with's a record
And a past kinda checkered
Off yer chess signed and delivered
Did it all on a Sunday
Hungover Monday
Too late for all the truth's uncovered
Bummer you did'nt hold on
Wait for it
Tighter now, tighter now!
14.Luddite Juice
I am just a Luddite
Gimme some Luddite juice
Machinery replaced me
They had to cut me loose
Spent five years with Ned and his troops, ya know
Felt so good to dismantle the gizmo
But we couldn't halt no industry
And eventually I got pinched in an action'o
I am just a Luddite
Gimme some Luddite juice
Machinery replaced me
They had to cut me loose
I was waiting to be beaten, hung or burned
Caused me to laugh
It was amusingly absurd
In there with the others silent or sobbing
Pulled out a molar
My jaw was throbbing
And I tell ya
The root was long so I jimmied the gate
Threw out a rat
And hid with the psychos
That's where I found Ned
They cut off both his thumbs
Tonguing the gap
Where his molar was
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