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October Appalachia
03:52
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I'm movin' up, I'm movin' up
A crisp old night, but the sun is warming us
Got a full cup 'o coffee, ain't a dent put in the pot
Think I'll keep fillin’ it to the top
I'm movin' up, sure movin' up!!
Finally see o’er the pines; the mountaintops
And the fire pit from last night all burned up
Oh that Moonshine, we ain't even left a drop… no, not a drop!!
October Appalachia, curbed my constraints
Things that weighed me down, no longer wearin’ on my brain
Mornin' back porch pickin’ makes the drive home less mundane
One more kiss & cup of coffee an’ I'll be on my way
No matter what the rest of my day has in store
Got an old dusty book on an old back porch
Readin' up on things, that I ain't known before
Lordy Lord!! Have you seen page 44?!?
I'm lookin' up, ohh nice and high!!
Through a spider's mornin' web to a blue fall sky
The sun hangs like a dartboard, I’m’a hit that 'ole bullseye
Take my aim at the day, oh, bye & bye… whoa Lord, bye & bye!!
October Appalachia, curbed my constraints
The things that weighed me down, no longer wearin’ on my brain
Mornin' back porch pickin' makes the drive home less mundane
One more kiss & cup of coffee, an’ I'll be on my way
One more kiss & cup of coffee, an’ I'll be on my way
One more kiss & cup of coffee, an’ I'll be on my way
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Mississippi
03:57
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Well my baby ain't pretty but he sure acts sweet
He puts the food on the table, shoes on my feet and you know
I ain't lettin' him go
Oh, oh, oh, cuz he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi
Well you know
Well he don't act smart and he don't act tough
The only time he's ever mad is when he's had bad luck and you know
I ain't lettin him go
Oh, oh, oh, cuz he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi
Well you know
Well I met him on a train. I was headed down south.
He had a hat upon his head, a cigarette in his mouth and you know
how the story goes
He said "Hi, well it's nice to meet the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi"
Well you know
Well I don't love him for his looks and I don't love him for his money
I love it when he's serious and when he's acting funny, you know
Cuz he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi
Well you know
Oh, oh, oh, well he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi
Well you know
Oh, oh, oh, well he's nice to me, the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi
Well you know
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Alberta
04:36
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Alberta, Alberta, skipped out in mid dance
I’d sure hurt Alberta if I just had the chance
Spent years of my lifetime to save up that dough
So if I see Alberta, I’ll kill her for sure
Conniving Alberta, she sure could deceive
If I saw her hangin’, I’d sure be relieved
The broke men all scroungin’ by the riverside
They all danced with Alberta, got took for a ride
And we won’t see her again, as she speeds off ‘round the bend
But I know it’s just a mouth to feed
And I know there’s a place for me, down by the riverside
One bright day down in town, I was panhandlin’ ‘round
Her necklace was pearl and her trusting eyes brown
I washed off my face and buttoned my shirt
Remembered everything Alberta did that had worked
I asked her to dinner and dancing, scrounged nickels to pay
Made love to her strong, trusted more every day
I got safe codes & PIN’s, she was out with the girls
I cleaned out her savings and all of her pearls
And she won’t see me again, as I speed off ‘round the bend
And I know just how much it hurts
But I know there’s a place for her, down by the riverside
Her Mercedes made good time to Mexicali
The saloon doors swung open and who do I see?
Alberta mid-dance with a bottle of rum
I waltzed up to her kindly, “Would you care to share some?”
And they won’t see us again, as we dance around the bend
Yes I know I’m a hypocrite
But you know, sure don’t give a shit if they’re by the riverside
Well this love’s a dirty game we play
Think it’s yours, gone the very next day, down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
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Cabin Song
06:11
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Can’t pick my head up from the pillow, can’t close my eyes to the sun
I’m feeling like a weeping willow, my roots are too spread out for me to run
I’m like the porch that’s on this cabin, an inch above the dirt beneath my feet
Yesterday I kicked my smoking habit, but there’s another three or four I haven’t beat
Been looking for an answer for I don’t know how long
Thought I’d find it in a bottle, and then I thought I’d find it in a song
But that’s just me
Can’t say a thought without a punchline, can’t make a joke bigger than me
I hang my heart out on a clothesline, hoping a strong breeze will set me free
Been looking for an answer, been looking at the stars
Constellations dance around me, laying, waiting, not getting too far
But that’s just me
Don’t turn your faces when you see me, this isn’t how I usually am
And if you think I’m too far gone to save me, just admit to yourself you don’t give a damn
Been looking for an answer, thought I’d find it in myself
But you know there’s always pressure comin’ in from everybody else
Been getting lost in pages and pages of words in my mind
Try to keep‘m deep inside me cuz when I let’m out it’s always the wrong time
But that’s just me
I am free
Been looking for an answer for I don’t know how long
Thought I’d find it in a bottle, and then I thought I’d find it in a song
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Abeline
04:34
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Oh my Abeline, Oh your name’s been on my breath
And I can’t tell you what I meant that night
Oh my head just wasn’t right that whole damn day
And in the summertime with the warmth upon our skin
We’ll forget the shape we’re in
It will be like this whole thing never happened
Oh Abeline… Oh Abeline…
Oh Abeline… Oh Abeline…
Oh sweet love of mine, if I had just one regret
I didn’t tell you all about your light
How you radiate in every single way
Oh if you take your time, and you decide to see it through
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do
God I’d do anything to make it all up to you
Oh Abeline… Oh Abeline…
Oh Abeline… Oh Abeline…
We can take our time…
...won’t change my mind
Tell me what you find…
Oh my Abeline, Oh your name’s still on my breath
I still can’t tell you what I meant that night
Oh my head just isn’t right since you’ve been gone
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Kookaburra
03:38
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I’m gonna fly way up high. I’m not gonna stop ‘till I touch the sky
I’m gonna fly. Oh Lord, I’m gonna fly!
Just like a bird on guilded wing, I’m gonna open up my throat and Lord I’m gonna sing!
I’m gonna sing, to every living thing!
And ain’t nobody gonna slow me down,
Can’t keep a kookaburra down on solid ground
Gotta live a life of laughter, spreading it around
With every song, while the day is long.
Got an old beat up Chevy, lord it loves to drive
Never failed to start though the paint is chippin’ off the side
Oh what a ride, Oh lord its quite a ride!
Got an old man too lord he loves to dance
Like he caught a little critter just a crawlin up his pants
He loves to dance. Oh lord he loves to dance
Chorus
With every note of blues and every pair of worn out shoes
I find myself ‘a thanking God, whatever god I choose.
My god is love. Too big to fit in one small glove.
And ain’t nobody gonna slow me down,
Can’t keep a kookaburra down on solid ground
Gotta live a life of love, just a spreading it around
With every song, cuz the day is only just so long.
So I’m gonna fly way up high. I’m not gonna stop ‘till I touch the sky
I’m gonna fly. Oh Lord, you know I’m gonna fly!
Just like that bird on guilded wing, I’m gonna open up my throat and Lord I’m gonna sing!
I’m gonna sing, to every living thing!
Chorus
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7. |
Sight Left For The Blind
05:04
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Oh, sideways sure ain’t forward, only a coward tries to buy some time
Oh, my way sure ain’t appeased the Good Lord, so I been pacified in purgatory grind
We know a good thing can be overpowered, if we don’t see when to draw the line
Sure hope this ember won’t be soured, and let it grow into a glow that spreads & shines
If a good man can waste the best years of his life
Just biding on his time, no reason or rhyme
Once he listens and believes he can relieve the burden left
Then there just might be some tunes left for the deaf
If there’s a rough start on a bright path, the wind will swiftly cast unworthy ones aside
But if a man can find a way, instead of pinin’ on yesterday,
he may one day find a love right by his side
What’s seldom known by the souls who wind up alone, is it ain’t that their hearts were bred unkind
Unruly ways can take your days, then the only chessmates left to play;
The pawns stuck in that purgatory grind
If a young girl can waste the best years of her youth
Amiss, alone, aloof, her hurting yearning eyes are proof
Just look ahead, Lord, what’s in your mirror’s left behind
Then there just might be some sight left for the blind…
If a baby who maybe’s yet done nothin’ wrong
The tears still flow along, and a siren whine his song
Oh, maybe he knows the tryin’ times ahead
Or showing strength for a fighting chance instead
Oh the right path, surely not always so clear; can’t coast and just choose cheer, or falter out of fear
When you’ve packed it to the top, that heavy bag’s hard not to drop
Yet it holds what you need when you climb that mountaintop
If an old man has tallied all his years in life
The tears may flow along, and a siren whine his song
Or maybe he can look at all the good he’s done
And smile in the setting of the sun
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8. |
This Old Dog
04:03
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Would ya' let me in? No I ain’t got much, but she’s a damn fine hen at that
To lay some eggs, an’ they’ll grow some legs, and then we’ll have a plenty fat
Hot suppers at the table, where many generations sat
Break the bread & pass the spread, and thank the Lord for the hen out back
And yes this wine tastes mighty fine, if I do say so myself
I ain’t no thug but we needed a jug, so I took one from the shelf
And that old liquor store, been standin’ since Lennon fell
So I do expect they can collect their coin from someone else
This old dog sure could use a new bone
He keeps digging at some fresh dirt by a gravestone…
Won't ya' run on home!
Yes this leg was made to shake, God forsake me if I lie
And these hands were made to clap, and to pass around the rye
Oh, this mouth was made to love ya', and shout it to the sky
With my sisters & my brothers, we’ll get to Glory by and by
This old dog sure could use a new bone
He keeps digging at some fresh dirt by a gravestone…
(Won't ya' run on home!) Tryin’ to beat the sundown
(Won't ya' run on home!) Turn the tunes up real loud
(Won't ya' run on home!) Hot dogs and sauerkraut
I’ve waited all day baby…
(Won't ya' run on home!) Dim the lights way down low
(Won't ya' run on home!) Tryin’ to see them eyes glow
(Won't ya' run on home!) Hike your skirt up real slow
I’ve waited all day baby…
I’ve waited all day baby
I’ve waited all day baby…
I’ve waited all damn day...
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Take time to write that old love song,
Then you blink your eyes and your lover’s gone
I’d sing the words, but they’d come out wrong,
her tune bouncin’ ‘round my head all along
Like a boot print stomped in the dirt,
She’s heard the songs of all the ways that I’ve been hurt
So I’d rather kick off these boots and see,
A new way to swim towards another memory...
Another memory
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The Knotty G's Asheville, North Carolina
Chuck Knott and "Jill with a G" formed the funky and fun-loving group known as The Knotty G's. Established in Asheville, NC, The Knotty G's travel the country sharing their soul-soaked Americana music and sensibilities.
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