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Ring That Bell
03:50
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And tin pots screaming,
from the smell.
And old goats dreaming,
from the yell.
Your powder stockings,
bulging out.
And Parker Williams,
holding dead trout.
In the bottom sins of sea,
holding grace in a sack,
in a broken muddy sky,
sits a picker with a bent plow back,
bury your knives and flowers,
with your face, and horse, and gun,
ship ‘em to the next barn,
with your chair,
and corn and your rum.
And ring that bell,
ring that bell,
ring that bell,
ring that bell.
And black coat shadows,
dogs on a chain.
Tulips weepin’,
to keep ‘em tame.
Your long gone medicine,
for autumn’s gray.
The whistling moon,
smells of a rain.
And the rusty nails are stacked,
with a preacher headin’ east,
his bullet proof spin,
he’s calling Memphis to get released,
he’s shakin’ all your jewelry,
no love in stormy sea,
you’ve got a business with a problem,
hiding Gideon’s for pain and relief.
And ring that bell,
ring that bell,
ring that bell,
ring that bell.
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2. |
Leavin' In a Black Truck
03:18
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I said now hey mi amigo with the place to be,
you’ve gotta a real fine woman and a place to sleep.
Your coffee was brewed and your dinner cooked,
you’ve got the shiny steel boots with the lighting looks.
But I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck,
and I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck.
And I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck,
and I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck.
I said now hey sweet baby with your head kicked down,
you’ve gotta million new faces if you leave this town.
And green might be better than the black with me,
but then they’ll kick ya right down in your misery.
So I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck,
and I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck.
And I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck,
and I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck.
I said now adios amigo I didn’t mean to deceive,
had a small town moment from a witch’s disease.
Don’t try to hunt me down when you’re feeling guilty or betrayed,
don’t send them out your notices or bother to pray.
‘Cause I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck,
and I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck.
And I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck,
and I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck.
And I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck,
and I’m leavin’ all alone I’ve gotta a black truck.
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3. |
Uncle Bill’s Revenge
04:21
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He’s leaving,
leaving these sticks in a dirty haze,
he was afraid of the empty promises there he made.
He’s not thinking,
thinking about the casket of his past,
when your runnin’ from trouble your life will go too fast.
His imminence isn’t settled,
he’s bemused by destiny,
he doesn’t think his faith is something you can touch or see.
And their everyday infatuations,
and their virtuous strive,
they just seem to him like a silly game of fear and pride.
He’s all hopped up now,
he’s all hopped up out on amphetamines,
he’s gotta a paltry temperance he’s kinda loose at the seams.
And no he’s not breathing,
he’s shouting charcoal dust out of his mouth,
he’s gotta shotgun alibi deep in the south.
On the underside of the world,
he’s smokin’ cigarettes and drinking gin,
well he’s telling lies to get away from where he’s been.
He’s indolent in his quest of time,
I’m not saying that he’s given in,
he’s just realistic about the outcome in the end.
He’s looking out now,
he’s looking out yesterday in the corner of his eyes,
He sees the fangs of vengeance circling his own demise.
And no he’s not sleeping,
he doesn’t wanna be ambushed in pursuit,
so he’s talking to the moon in a ragged burgundy suit.
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