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Jumpsuit Jenny
04:15
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Well I'll never forget that day I met my little felon out of Santa Fe.
She's chain-gangin' on the side of the road, picking up trash from here to San Antone.
Jumpsuit Jenny - she's ornery as a feral cat.
Better be careful with that kitty, she'll get you like a heart attack.
Well, I followed that state bus home, pulled over and got my lawyer on the telephone.
I told him, "Hey Buddy, wind, sleet or hail - you get the money, man and throw her bail"
Jumpsuit Jenny - she's ornery as a feral cat.
Better be careful with that kitty, she'll get you like a heart attack.
- She came at me with her eyes ablaze
- First taste of life she'd had in days
- She must be hidin' that heart of gold
- Come on Jenny don't you lose control.
First thing she did when I got her home - stripped off that orange jumpsuit and began to roam. From room to room, checking out every door.
I knew I had that felon when she hollered for more.
Jumpsuit Jenny - she's ornery as a feral cat.
Better be careful with that kitty, she'll get you like a heart attack.
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Sweet Valerie
04:56
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Creole Mama
05:18
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I was down in Louisiana, north of Baton Rouge.
I caught a hankerin' for some French-Cajun loving
And a little hundred proof
I took a chance on this Creole with crazy golden eyes
She offered me a glass of warm malt liquor - taste like formaldehyde
Stop messin' around, my time has come
One more drink - one more taste of that voodoo rum
This side of town ain't safe for me
Come on, girl - grab your things and let's merrily
Old town Slidell - on the outskirts of Hell
We walked along the bayou; summer-thickened air
I couldn't take my eyes off that creole's tied up ebony hair
I spied an old cabana and I felt my breathing ease
Caught my boot on an old grave marker - wondered why I didn't care
Well I staggered on, but I couldn't run
That last drink; that last taste of her voodoo rum
Caught from behind, mouth full of blood
No more fight, face down in Mississippi mud
I'll fight the tide - headlong, head strong, but I won't be back in time
I woke up cold and hungry - angry by degrees
This big ol' boy with a mouth full of Beech-Nut welcomed me to Tennessee
I spit my grits-n-gravy; cursed her up-and-down
He just smiled with those crazy golden eyes and I figured I'd just back on down
I ain't messin' around, my time has come
One last chance - let me end what I should never begun
If it's fight-or-flight, well I'm on the run
Time is nigh:
Something wicked this way comes
I'm Northern bound - first road outta town
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Hey Hey Whiskey
06:59
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CH: Hey Hey Whiskey won’t you take a bow
Come on in – tell us how you never meant for any harm to come
Hey Hey Whiskey look what you’ve done
V1- An awkward girl – shy of seventeen
She’d rather be alone – preferred unseen
Her first taste of liquor was her old man’s Jim Beam
And she slept in peace that night with no dreams
V2- She was never far from her new found friend
Oh they’d laugh, they’d cry, they’d condescend
One day she packed her suitcase and she was gone without a word
Left her old man to drink in fear for his girl
CH
V3- She quit her job, dropped out of school
Living on the streets, invisible
First time a man paid her for what she thought was love
She died inside, no one to trust
BR: She never gave herself a chance to grow
Into the woman she knew lived within her soul
The man that took her mother had been drinking all day
One last trip to the liquor store, took her life away
CH w/ steel lead over second CH
V4- She still drank to ease the pain
Lashed out at the numbness with cocaine
She OD’d the first time smoking methamphetamine
She and Jim – they swore next time to get clean
BR- They fell into a cycle of abuse
He’d only hit her when she drank or she used
But the last time was different and she bled out on the floor
She died alone on a Tuesday night – so tired, scared, and cold
Hey Hey Whiskey won’t you take a bow
Come on in – tell us how you never meant for any harm to come
Hey Hey Whiskey look what you’ve done
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An Innocent Time
04:59
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VI: There’s something ‘bout September – you just can’t feel old
Singing along to songs about freedom – turnin’ down Cemetery Road
Well we all met up in Louisiana
Drove south across Lake Pontchartrain
J.D. and Becky makin’ out in the backseat – I’m jealous, but I can’t complain (x2)
CH: Cause we’re all headed down to the river
We’ll be drinking – the time of our lives
Good friends, white lies told around the fire – it’s the essence of an innocent time
VII: Sun comes up real early – this time of year
It’s 85 at 9 in the morning – Heaven help us as we carry down the gear
I grab my lights and my whiskey
My cooler of franks and beer
J.D. and Becky holdin’ hands by the water – dogs barking, everybody’s here
As another summer sunset nears
*CH, steel/gtr over CH, Intro
VIII: I can barely remember – as my yellow faded memories turn
We were young and living in the minute
No worries, no lessons yet to learn
We drank and we danced that evening - of passing time we were unaware
JD wonders whatever became of Becky – and for a moment can smell that summer air
Feel his fingers running through her hair…
CH x2, Outro
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Broken Hearted Life
05:05
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Tell me why – why should I come back to you
After all – all the things you put me through
Did you really want to hurt me - knock me down the way you done?
You left me hangin’ on
Will you take my name – or will you realize
You’re the one to blame – for my broken-hearted life
Tell me all – all the things you’ve done for me
When you know – know my lovin’ isn’t cheap
I’m spending money – like I never did on you
Cause she gives me everything
Have you seen – seen the one I’ve taken on
Well she’s young – she’s got me feeling strong
(That’s right) I met your sister – she’s prettier than you
And I’ll teach her everything
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Hey Friend
04:43
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Hey Friend – Why’re you here tonight?
I should be working a late night shift up at Harlan Light
Hey Friend – That should come as no surprise
You’re the one that I was covering for – when you asked me last Friday night
Hey Friend – What’d you have in mind?
We’ve been running ‘round since kids, but there’s a fine line
Hey Friend – I’d give my life for yours
If you’re here for my woman, son – I’ll drop you with no remorse
You better think about the afterlife – if you’re gonna make a stand
You can see that we’re together, Son – I ain’t forcing her hand
One more step and I will send you to the promised land
Hey Friend – How’s this going to play?
You can crawl back to your truck and live another day
But Friend – If I ask you one more time
I’m coming at you with a 2-by-4
And beat your ass across the county line
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Excuse Me
04:48
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You don’t like the way I sing country - You say my blues are a little too loud
That I ain’t ever set foot in Texas - I’m not good enough for your Tractor Tavern crowd
It’s true, I’ve never been to Texas. I ain’t seen Austin, or that Alamo town
But I spent my summers in the Carolines, on the banks of the Albemarle Sound
So, Excuse me if I got it wrong
I like to drink – and dance – I like carryin’ on
I wasn’t looking for trouble when I wrote this song
So excuse me if I got it wrong
I was born in Northern California - I grew up in the San Francisco Bay
Spent some time above the Humboldt line - gettin’ high and learning how to play
20 years of playing bars and nightclubs Any roadhouse I could sing for my pay
Then up to Seattle where the rain is king - I know Hank didn’t do it this way
So, Excuse me if I got it wrong
I like to drink – and dance – I like carryin’ on
I wasn’t looking for trouble when I wrote this song
So excuse me if I got it wrong
I’ll always look back on Carolina – Catfish Hunter and the Charlie Daniels Band
Uncle Donald and Denny – may they rest in peace
Taught a city boy to love that southern land
The trailers, the dirt, and the whiskey - Chain lightning turning night into day
Big block Hemis and a Hertford girl…
That’s my country, and I’ll sing it my way
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Parking Lot
05:27
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I dropped my baby in a parking lot
Cause I had somewhere else to go
I’d given her everything I was gonna give
But that woman just want more
You wouldn’t listen – wouldn’t shut your mouth
Or you’d-a heard I’s bustin’ out
I bring you fire cause you’ve turned to ice
Open up – recognize
You’re gonna lose this time
You don’t believe me – I’d drive away
Don’t think I can bear to be away for long
You must be higher than you’ve ever been
Cause Sugar - Sugar, you wrong
Time and time, lord I’ve done my share
Don’t get crazy – scratching and pulling hair
She’s up and at me with a switchblade knife
I break a bottle of Olde English Ice
You’re gonna lose this time
En Garde!!
Cut and bloody – chipped a tooth or two
You’re gonna want to put some ice on that, baby
It’s looking a little raw
You fall in my arms, like on the night we met
Knocked out cold in the back of a pool hall
You know I hate you, but I love you more
Called you every name – went and learned some more
And if someone dare raise their voice your way
Come and get me – we’ll make ‘em pay
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