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He’d play for a shot of corn whiskey
He’d play for handful of coins
He’d keep ‘em dancing all night, straight into the mornin
The called him Pig and Whistle Red
They called him Hot Shot Willie too
He painted the hot Georgia nights a cool shade of blue
He had a tenor as pure as an angel
There was no devil in his tone
He was the king of the 12 string up on his milk crate throne
On the third Sunday of the month
He’d write a letter to Kate
He said, “I miss you baby, and I’m sorry the money is late”
Kate was back in Augusta
Raising up Rev and Sarah Belle
While Willie worked the parking lot on the corner of heaven and hell
He could take you to the pearly gates
Just like he’d tell the evening news
He sang Broke Down Engine and The Dying Crapshooter’s Blues
He always dressed up like a banker
He had a sound that shined like a bar of gold
Blind Willie always told the story the way it was meant to be told
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Doug Davis - The Lot
04:07
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I had a dream, I had a strange dream
that my house was full in motion
Can anybody dare to read the headlines
from the days to come?
Turned in all my paperwork
submitted all my plans
Just to find the word of god
Rejected our good banns
Apprentice to my masters
I have done what was required
But these single brothers keep me
from the heart I most desire
So it’s “yes” or “no” or “nothing” but
nothing’s gonna come between us
They can cast their Lot but Hannah, I swear
history will always redeem us
and it’s time to go home
Did you ever get the feeling you were
Living in the wrong time, there was
somewhere you should be
This love I can’t begin to temper can’t
refrain from all the light you mean to me
I’ll move you to the Petersbach
I’ll build a home of brick
we’ll live outside the law
outside the body politic
Cause I don’t need approval
From the men that judge my face
some day we’ll march broad streets
And take our place in courts of grace
So it’s “yes” or “no” or “nothing” but
nothing’s gonna come between us
They can cast their Lot but Hannah, I swear
history will always redeem us
and it’s time to go home
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Corky - Rusty Blade
03:31
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Rusty Blade
80 braids and the snakes are alive
40 candles light the dark still hive
My hands are tied and they ain’t comin’ loose
She’s got a mini-me that’s fit for a noose
Eyes have jaded glow
I try to run but there’s nowhere to go
It’s like getting cut with a rusty blade
That voodoo magic that never fades
Those murky waters makes it hard to see
I feel the sting of a jagged edge rusty blade
I don’t remember how I ended up here
She must’ve hit with her potions and tears
She’s got a leg up on the frog’s that don’t hide
She takes a rattlesnake that’s twice her size
I kinda like her show
There’s no way she can ever know
It’s like getting cut with a rusty blade
That voodoo magic that never fades
Those murky waters makes it hard to see
I feel the sting of a jagged edge rusty blade
I’m never goin’ home
I’m stuck to ride in these tails & bones
It’s like getting cut with a rusty blade
That voodoo magic it never fades
Those murky waters makes it hard to see
I feel the sting of a jagged edge rusty blade
It’s like getting cut with a rusty blade
That voodoo magic that never fades
Those murky waters makes it hard to see
I feel the sting of a jagged edge rusty blade
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It’d been a while since anyone saw Monk’s name on the bills
They’d took his cabaret card and barred against his will
Devised as a privilege and not a right He played music under a shadow
Cast by the threat of a cabaret card At the whims of the cops revoked
Arrested on 42nd street They drove him out of town
Said he couldn’t work But monk always found a way around
he said Ernie could make it So they put his name up on sign
Ernie show up and looked a lot like monk And even played all of monk’s lines
Have you heard of Ernie Washington No ones ever seen his face
When monk was down, ernies name showed up To take his place
Monks gone but ernies here So make sure to pay him in cash
Cuz Ernie Washington earns the Washington’s On the loneliest monks behalf
Arrested in 1948 Banned from playing clubs
They took his chances To earn a wage And what he had wasn’t enough
So he showed up and played anyway And said pleased to meet you Ernie is my name
Then he told his friends They can take my card But they can’t take away my soul
Have you heard of Ernie Washington No ones ever seen his face
When monk was down, ernies name showed up To take his place
Monks gone but ernies here So make sure to pay him in cash
Cuz Ernie Washington earns the Washington’s On the loneliest monks behalf
Targeted because of bizarreness And the color of his skin
He sweat it out in frisco and Paris aNd Berlin
He used his own name Everywhere Except in nyc
But when he came home he changed his name to Ernie
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v1:
14 stories high, watching the money flowing by
Dan knew he had to try to make it his
He never owned a gun, but he found himself on the run
He said, "ain't this some fun, it is what it is"
pre:
Things rarely go as planned
But you can bet that this is the place to go
if you're not ready to make a final stand
ch:
Ex-pat Dan in the San Miguel square
Rubs his eyes and prays to disappear
He says, "I wonder how did I get here"
I say, "how do we get anywhere?"
Ex-pat Dan with his Mexican tan & American beer
v2:
He knew they'd probably count
and that they'd find the wrong amount
Just like the sermon on the mount,
You take 'em for what they're worth
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He repented for his lies, sitting under cathedral spires
Honoring the southern skies, his final years on earth
pre:
Things rarely go as planned
But you can bet that this is the place to go
if you're not ready to make a final stand
ch:
Ex-pat Dan in the San Miguel square
Rubs his eyes and prays to disappear
He says, "I wonder how did I get here"
I say, "how do we get anywhere?"
Ex-pat Dan with his Mexican tan & American beer
br:
Now the only problem is the ice cream on his shirt
He thanks his lucky stars that no one got hurt
v3:
3 stories high, watching life crawling by
Dan knew he had to try to make it his
ch:
Ex-pat Dan in the San Miguel square
Rubs his eyes and slowly reappears
I say, "how do we get anywhere?"
He says, "thank God that I wound up here"
Ex-pat Dan with his Mexican tan & American beer
Slowly comes to understand, year by year
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LUCKENBACH STEAMSHIP COMPANY
HEY I’M FEELING SO FAR AWAY
BUT I’VR NEVER BEEN DOWN
TO THE LUCKENBACH STEAMSHIP COMPANY
HEY WHAT CAN I SAY
BUT I’VR NEVER BEEN DOWN
TO THE LUCKENBACH STEAMSHIP COMPANY
ON DECEMBER 3RD 1956
THE BLACK SMOKE FILLED THE EVENING NIGHT
HIGH ABOVE BROOKLYN SKY
HEY TAKE ME AWAY
FAR AWAY FROM LUCKENBACH STEAMSHIP COMPANY
HEY YOU KNOW I’VE HAD MY SAY
CONCERNING THE LUCKENBACH STEAMSHIP COMPANY
ON DECEMBER 3RD 1956
THE BLACK SMOKE FILLED THE EVENING NIGHT
HIGH ABOVE BROOKLYN SKY
HEY I’M FEELING OK
CAUSE I’VE NEVER BEEN DOWN THE
LUCKENBACH STEAMSHIP COMPANY
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Once upon a time there was a hill to climb
Some ugly flames to fan
Suddenly the meek found it hard to sleep
And the long slow torture began
There was a dark cloud hangin
Over Sycamore Shoals
When it finished raining
The Cumberland River was gone
Tensions rose when the settlers chose
To encroach upon sacred land
They heard him say, it's time to find a way
To sugar coat our demands
There was a dark cloud hangin
Over Sycamore Shoals
When it finished raining
The Cumberland River was gone
Daniel Boone put a bottle of booze
In Oconostata's hand
With burning lips and a trembling fist
He signed over the bloody ground
There was a dark cloud hangin
Over Sycamore Shoals
When it finished raining
The Cumberland River was gone
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