1. |
Country Bound
02:52
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I need fresh air I need green grass
Where the days are long and the nights go fast
Live for today, forget your past
Sing songs to your lover
No AC put the windows down
No stereo we're singing loud
Pedal down we're country bound
From the city lights we wander
Dew on the grass and a band in the barn
Beer in my hand a girl on my arm
Watch the sun go down and greet the stars
In the night sky as their rising
Truck stops and mountain tops
Stand between me and what I want
Coal mines and state lines
Disappear in my rearview mirror
No AC put the windows down
No stereo we're singing loud
Pedal down we're country bound
From the city lights we wander
Dew on the grass and a band in the barn
Beer in my hand a girl on my arm
Watch the sun go down and greet the stars
In the night sky as their rising
When you get the itch that you can't scratch
You know just what to do
No AC put the windows down
No stereo we're singing loud
Pedal down we're country bound
From the city lights we wander
Dew on the grass and a band in the barn
Beer in my hand a girl on my arm
Watch the sun go down and greet the stars
In the night sky as their rising
No AC put the windows down
No stereo we're singing loud
Pedal down we're country bound
From the city lights we wander
Dew on the grass and a band in the barn
Beer in my hand a girl on my arm
Watch the sun go down and greet the stars
In the night sky as their rising
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2. |
Sittin' Up Here
03:35
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I jumped into the mighty Mississippi
I've roamed the hills of Asheville town
It's not uncommon to see me falling
But nothing yet has kept me down
I'm sittin' up here for no damn reason
I'm sittin' up here just passing time
I'm sittin' up here for all four seasons
I'm sittin' up here just watching the world go by
I was raised by a miner
And I became a miner as well
For 16 hours I get to picking
Down here in my private hell
I'm sittin' up here for no damn reason
I'm sittin' up here just passing time
I'm sittin' up here for all four seasons
I'm sittin' up here just watching the world go by
When I was a child daddy made that liquor
I cut the wood to fire his still
Law men ain't never caught him
And I reckon they never will
I'm sittin' up here for no damn reason
I'm sittin' up here just passing time
I'm sittin' up here for all four seasons
I'm sittin' up here just watching the world go by
On Friday nights I get to fighting
To earn my room and board
While I may end up bruised and beaten
It's better than living down in that hell-hole
I'm sittin' up here for no damn reason
I'm sittin' up here just passing time
I'm sittin' up here for all four seasons
I'm sittin' up here just watching the world go by
I'm sittin' up here for no damn reason
I'm sittin' up here just passing time
I'm sittin' up here for all four seasons
I'm sittin' up here just watching the world go by
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3. |
Big Black Bear
01:45
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There's a big black bear
Way up in the woods
And he likes little boys
He likes to eat 'em too
Well these little boys they had a plan
They thought they'd bring that bear some ham
The bear didn't like it, he didn't care
He likes little boys, very rare
There's a big black bear
Way up in the woods
And he likes little boys
He likes to eat 'em too
Well these little boys they tried again
They tried to bring themselves a friend
Well the friend didn't like it he was too scared
He didn't want to be food for a bear
There's a big black bear
Way up in the woods
And he likes little boys
He likes to eat 'em too
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4. |
To Hell With Luck
03:45
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Seven bones 'tween me and home and the Jack's digging my grave
The diamond shines at the finish line and it's somewhere down the way
I don't know when to fold, or when to bluff and pray
I sold my soul for the devil's gold to get back into the game
To hell with luck (to hell with luck)
It's a bird game (it's a bird game)
Coin still spinning in the air and I walk away (I walk away)
Win our lose, I got work to do (work to do)
To pick myself out of the muck to hell with luck
Throwing dice on a Friday night and 36 will ride
The liquor drowns it's a lonesome sound riding boxcars to midnight
It's a horse apiece and I need relief, an ace would make me cry
One more crack to bring it back, let the dice fly
To hell with luck (to hell with luck)
It's a bird game (it's a bird game)
Coin still spinning in the air and I walk away (I walk away)
Win our lose, I got work to do (work to do)
To pick myself out of the muck to hell with luck
Ping pong balls bounce off the walls and the devil's got the call
Three in the hole and two to go, the odds are getting small
I've got a losing pair, a warm bar chair, and a beer glass in my hand
But tomorrow may still be the day I reach that promised land
To hell with luck (to hell with luck)
It's a bird game (it's a bird game)
Coin still spinning in the air and I walk away (I walk away)
Win our lose, I got work to do (work to do)
To pick myself out of the muck to hell with luck
To hell with luck (to hell with luck)
It's a bird game (it's a bird game)
Coin still spinning in the air and I walk away (I walk away)
Win our lose, I got work to do (work to do)
To pick myself out of the muck to hell with luck
And I don't give a *pluck* to hell with luck
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5. |
Buffalo Bill
04:42
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And he said Mr. Tambourine man play a song for me
He played it straight to his grave
It's been three long years since he looked in the mirror
He said it's all become so clear
And he said Jesus Christ, don't wanna look twice, but it looks like you're fading away
And he said Jesus Christ don't wanna look twice, but it looks like you're fading away
So run for the hills, buffalo bill
They'll be a stage waiting there
And grab your spurs, boots, and six shooter
I'll see you at the county fair
And he'd burn all his cigarettes at both ends
Until his lungs would fill up and explode
And he'd sit back with a beer and the half hearted cheer
And swear he's never growing old
So don't you go growing old
So run for the hills, buffalo bill
They'll be a stage waiting there
And grab your spurs, boots, and six shooter
I'll see you at the county fair
So run for the hills, buffalo bill
They'll be a stage waiting there
And grab your spurs, boots, and six shooter
I'll see you at the county fair
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6. |
Off My Shoes
02:18
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Every time I get the blues
I walk the soles right off my shoes
Around this world a time or two
I walk the soles right off my shoes
Rye whiskey don't let me down
I gotta walk up into town
Standing up and stumbling round
Rye whiskey don't let me down
Every time I get the blues
I walk the soles right off my shoes
Around this world a time or two
I walk the soles right off my shoes
Every time I get the blues
I walk the soles right off my shoes
Around this world a time or two
I walk the soles right off my shoes
Rye whiskey don't let me down
I gotta walk up into town
Standing up and stumbling round
Rye whiskey don't let me down
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7. |
City Hall Square
03:50
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Johnny spends his nights at City Hall Square
With this girl he knew there who was kind and fair
She had rings on her fingers and curls in her hair
So Johnny spends his nights at City Hall Square
One day she tells Johnny, "I'm leaving town"
"Come a year from now I won't be around"
"Cause far away is where her dreams are found"
So she tells Johnny that she's leaving town
But he's a stubborn man, don't want to quit
But she's leaving him behind and he knows it
He screams out loud and throws a fit
But she's leaving him behind and she knows it
He says "just what the hell am I supposed to do?"
I spent half my life chasing round with you
After all the shit you put me through
I spent half my life chasing round with you
So Johnny spends his nights at City Hall Square
With this girl he knew there who was kind and fair
She had rings on her fingers and curls in her hair
So Johnny spends his nights at City Hall Square
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8. |
I Got Problems
03:15
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I had all the answers but I lost 'em
Oh I got problems
I never asked now I got 'em
Oh I got problems
Once I had a conscious but I shot him
Oh I got problems
I never asked now I got 'em
Oh I got problems
I lost all my marbles still ain't got 'em
Oh I got problems
I never asked now I got 'em
Oh I got problems
Climb to the top of the tree the fruit's still rotten
Oh I got problems
I never asked now I got 'em
Oh I got problems
The whiskey flows from the top to the bottom
Oh I got problems
I never asked now I got 'em
Oh I got problems
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9. |
Cleveland Town
03:21
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How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
If the wind pipes up and the waves do roll
The fog drifts in and the bells do toll
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
How long will it take 'till we break up at the seams?
How long will it take 'till we break up at the seams?
Water rushing in, boat going down, men saying prayers
Not to drown
How long will it take 'till we break up at the seams?
How long will it take for the rescuers to come?
How long will it take for the rescuers to come?
Over sea or through the air
Will the find us all floating there?
How long will it take for the rescuers to come?
How long will it take for the first time to die?
How long will it take for the first time to die?
Blow to the head or a blow to the chest
Or one last deep watery breath
How long will it take for the first time to die?
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
If the wind pipes up and the waves do roll
The fog drifts in and the bells do toll
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
If the wind pipes up and the waves do roll
The fog drifts in and the bells do toll
How long will it take to swim to Cleveland town?
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Pay The Devil Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Forged in the middle of a cold Wisconsin winter Pay The Devil plays an eclectic mix of original, bluegrass, folk, Irish, Americana, obscure, and outlaw country tunes.
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