1. |
Sutton's Still
03:50
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There's a fiery glow on the mountain,
Not too far from town.
Everyone turned a blind eye,
On Sutton's Tennessee white shine. (X2)
Chorus:
You can smell that sour mash burnin',
You can smell that autumn rain,
You know that lawman's comin',
Trying to tear down Sutton's still again (x2)
Sutton said, "Please won't you mister,
Not tell anyone you see,
For my still is pumpin' hot tonight
of that Tennessee white whiskey. (x2)
All across that lowband radio,
Came that fateful call,
That sargeant's found a whiskey still burnin'
On Sutton's side of town. (x2)
Chorus
Well they burned that whiskey still down that night
They burned it to the ground,
And in the fiery silhouette
You could see Sutton's face a frown (X2)
The judge said, "Mr. Sutton,
Distilling whiskey's federal crime,
And now for your sentence,
Thirty years to life!" (X2)
Chorus
The days of Tennesee white whiskey,
Have all come to an end.
There was many a mournful face
The night they burned Sutton's still house down. (X3)
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2. |
Baby No More
02:46
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I don't want my baby no more
I think I'm gonna leave her at your back door
Maybe you can make a better use of her than me
But you're gonna find out all the trouble she can be
She drinks too much, she snorts a lot of coke
When she gets goin' it ain't no joke
She once come at me with a kitchen knife
Because I said she wouldn't make a good wife
Evil woman, why'd you steal me soul?
It's seems that all my time and lovin'
Went in a big black hole
Come on you demon, give me back my mind
I'm gonna catch that train a'northbound
Leavin' your hell behind
(Repeat Verse 1)
You're going to find the trouble she can be!
I don't want my baby no more.
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3. |
Flag Mountain Radio
03:41
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When I was a young man, well I met a lot of folks
Took a lot of trips, you know I rolled a lot of smoke.
Spent my days driving old beat up guitars
Spent my nights pickin' round the fire.
Every day seems like a song blowing freight train hard
Memories don't do justice as to where I got my start.
Whether it's old time music or country radio,
It got a hold on me and just won't let me go.
Chorus
And I'm as high as a mountain, you know, tall as a dream.
Still pickin' strong just trying to make a scene.
Playin' these old songs is about the only thing that gets me right
So play I said play, play I said play with me tonight.
Oh play I said play, play I said play with me tonight.
Spend my mornings listening to the Flag Mountain radio,
Just drinking coffee and letting my self go.
I can hear that lonesome fiddle blowin' through the pines,
Taking me back to a place before I lost my mind.
And when that train goes by and the sun goes down,
I'll be sitting on a railroad track just trying to find the sound.
Chorus
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4. |
Northern Lights
03:08
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Well TK Brown, he left that mining town
He's going back to Detroit tonight
Hauling iron ore
from Negaunee to the shore
He'd make it to them harbor lights.
That freight had hauled him from a boy to a man
That weather had chiseled his life
That girl he left behind
is like a beacon in his mind
He'd bring her back to be his wife.
Those northern lights are shining bright
Shining him back home
Escanaba's not that far for an ore mining car,
But he won't be making Marquette tonight.
Halfway to town the signal lights were down
The switchman had made a mistake
TK saw those tracks,
knew there was no turning back
His life he would have to forsake
TK hit them brakes but them brakes wouldn't take
You could hear those iron rails whine
And the coal car in back
when it smashed through the stack
left nothing of TK behind.
Chorus
Well TK Brown he left that iron town,
He's going back to Detroit tonight
But his bride to be
He'd never ever see
He died beneath those northern lights (x2)
Chorus + last two line of chorus.
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5. |
Sweet Michigan Water
03:50
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Sweet Michigan Water....
Taste it on your lips
It's a taste I always...
Never could resist
Chorus
Sweet Michigan Water
Pour down from the sky
Drive me back to drink
One more time tonight(x3)
I was more than thirsty
My throat was parched and dry
But a cup of your salvation
That's enough to get me by.
Chorus
She came out of the water
Walking through the trees
A cool clear revelation
Blowing in the breeze
Chorus
Sweet Michigan Water
Rain down from on high
Take me back to drink
If only one more time
One more time tonight(x2)
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6. |
Tullamore Dew
03:58
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It's a long way to Galveston,
it's a long way to Old Dublin,
haulin' a line and Drivin' a spool...
what's a poor Irish fool to do?
Al a carte breakfast in New Orleans,
spam in a can and rice and beans,
slept in a pirogue on Ponchartrain...
and I come down with the Tullamore Dew!
Chorus:
I come down with the Tullamore Dew,
oh I come down with the Tullamore Dew,
I come down with the Tullamore Dew,
what's a poor Irish fool to do?
I've been up shrimpin' up off the coast,
haulin' a line twelve hours and more...
I think about time and how it goes...
spent half my life on a shrimpin' boat...
Met a sweet gal in French Quarter,
she stole my mind on the Second line,
she got a soft spot for Zydeco,
fresh fried zignets and shrimp gumbo...
but she stole my heart and gave me the blues,
and I come down with the Tullamore Dew...
(Chorus)
In a big gust of wind in a hurricane,
that old shrimper when down with a strain,
and it's all seven men into the lifeboats,
and wherever she sank, ain't nobody knows...
And we heave and we row...
and we row for our lives...
up one wave
and down with the tide...
but as strong as we are...
we are are only men...
and a rogue wave split us to pieces,
and then...
It's all seven men into the ocean,
down to the bottom well God did us send,
Zydeco screamin' all through my brain,
I awoke in a pirogue on Ponchartrain....
I take my last bight of shrimp gumbo,
and I come down with the Tullamore Dew...
(Chorus)
It's a long way to Galveston,
it's a long way to Old Dublin,
haulin' a line and drivin' a spool,
what's a poor Irish fool to do?
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7. |
The CooCoo
04:04
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Oh the CooCoo,
She's a pretty bird...
She worhbills as she flies...
And she never....hollers coocoo,
till the fourth day of July...
Gonna build me...
a cabin, on a mountain so high...
so I can see, my true love,
as she passes by.....
I am troubled, I am troubled,
in my mind...
If this trouble don't kill me...
I'll surely live a long time...
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds,
I know you old...
You have robbed my poor pockets....
Of silver and gold....
Well the CooCoo,
She's a pretty bird...
She worhbills as she flies...
And she never....hollers coocoo,
till the fourth day of July...
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8. |
If I Had Wings to Fly
04:57
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Chorus:
I've lived a life of leisure,
I've lived a life of shame.
All I sought was pleasure
And all I got was pain
They took me to the river
To wash away my sins
They plunged me in the water
But I refused to swim
They put me in this prison
For a crime to harsh to mention
I'll spend all of my days here
In this house of detention.
Chorus
On the night I die
Is the next time I will smile
For I've no cause to be happy
In quite a long long while.
I wish I were a-sleepin'
Deep under the ground
For in this life I'm leadin'
No goodness can be found.
Chorus
You know if I had wings
Then surely I would fly
Across this lonesome valley
And to the other side
I asked the Lord to take me
Upon a mountain high
To wash me in the water
Beneath his bright blue sky
Chorus
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9. |
The Sad Squirrel
01:52
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Lyrics by David Ernsberger
Climbing out past the dead man's house
I saw the leaves in the springtime's glow.
It had been hard living under the snow
With nothing to eat, and no place to go
Chorus:
I just want to be happy
Eating acorns down by the lake
Someday I'm going to be happy,
Make no mistakes, make no mistake(s)
Living out past the dead man's house,
I see the stars and the moonlight's glow
Someday I'll have a house of my own
We'll fill it with kids, and watch them grow.
Chorus
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10. |
Mountains
03:57
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Lyrics by Ryan Wade.
Have you ever been out to West Virginia?
or down to Caroline?
Took a walk out on the Blue Ridge,
spent a day on Georgia time...
Chorus:
And those mountains are callin' you home,
well those mountains are callin' you home,
yes those mountains are callin' you home,
well those mountains are callin' you home...
I can hear the rain a fallin' all upon my window sill,
and I'm dreaming of my sweet darlin' oh and how I miss her still,
and do you still miss your darlin'?
and for her do you still pine?
you surely miss her kisses and all those good old times...
Chorus:
And those mountains are callin' you home,
well those mountains are callin' you home,
yes those mountains are callin' you home,
well those mountains are callin' you home...
Break:
Have you ever been out to West Virginia?
or down to Caroline?
Took a walk out on the Blue Ridge,
spent a day on Georgia time...
Chorus:
And those mountains are callin' you home,
well those mountains are callin' you home,
yes those mountains are callin' you home,
well those mountains are callin' you home...
She's the tea in the kettle, she's my sole on fire,
she's the autumn leaves in the bright sunshine,
she's keepin' me on mountain time and those
mountains are callin' you home...
mountains are callin' you home....
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11. |
Way Down in Kentucky
03:55
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Chorus 1:
Way down in Kentucky,
Oh way down in Kentucky,
Yeah way down in Kentucky where that bluegrass grow...
(repeat)
She got everything that a man can want...
Way down in Kentucky where that bluegrass grow!
I'm driving that Chevy,
Oh I'm driving that Chevy,
Yeah I'm driving that Chevy down to Bowling Green...
(repeat)
Going down to them races,
Oh I'm going down to them races,
Yeah I'm going down to them races just to see my horse show...
(repeat)
(Chorus)
I spent all that money,
Oh I spent all that money,
Yeah I spent all that money on a horse that wouldn't show...
(repeat)
I'm sipping Buffalo Trace,
Oh I'm sipping Buffalo Trace,
Yeah I'm sipping Buffalo Trace down on Bourbon Row...
(repeat)
Chorus 2:
Way down in Kentucky,
Oh way down in Kentucky,
Yeah way down in Kentucky where that bluegrass grow...
Chorus:
Way down in Kentucky,
Oh way down in Kentucky,
Yeah way down in Kentucky where that bourbon flow...
My Bulleit's get low,
Oh my Bulleit's get low,
Yeah my Bulleit's get low, I better order one to go...
(repeat)
(chorus)
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