77 - 87 Broken Trucks and Bottles
Gern f
CPR
Dayle Stoliker
I Love You
Gern f
Lay Me Down Father
Shawn Beauchamp
Life Bearable in Texas
Kershaw / Pedliham
My Cat Smells Like Place St. Henri
Gern f
Number Four
Gern f
The Promise
Gern f
Trigger
Courderoy Leda
Union Man
Shawn Beauchamp
Wandering Eye
Sarah Ouellet / Matt Watson
Where the Green Grass Grows
Eric Bibb
You Left Me Lefty
Gern f
77 - 87 Broken Trucks and Bottles
Gern f
Busted truck out of Kaladar
Radio crackles on without me
Rod Busted ride
Cops like flies and a broken bottle dropped
Corina in the seat beside
With her head back out the window
And the wind busting through her long curly hair
Break?n down the pretentious thin man?s legs
Break ?em down, break ?em down
My time is flying
My time is flying
My time is flying
From here [ho hooo]
Daluca smokes the football grift
By the light of his Ford dash
The smoke it drifts
Boot leg beer and the boys under the hood
Flashing yellow lights bring on the springtime
My time is flying
My time is flying
My time is flying
From here [ho hooo]
Like grease from a seized nipple
Like geese on goose grease
Like babies on acid
Why?s the cradle drippin??. Ma
My time is flying
My time is flying
My time is flying
From here [ho hooo]
My grandfather?s farm is now a factory
He?s got nothing left to show for 40 years of misery
I dream romance, sleeping underneath the stars
28 below they lay their head beneath the railway cars
You can be from Deseronto
you can be from Peterborough
Armprior, Dunchurch, Campbellsville, Etobicoke
The signalman winks at me and says
You don?t reap what you sow.
You could work for pay
Just about 50 cents
You better change your ways
or your shining with the other gent
Work?n just as hard
the wife and kids 100 miles away
Now I?m hearing Preston say
Remember the good old days
You can blame the immigrants
You can blame the residents
Don?t blame it on no ministers
Don?t blame it on no Presidents
Zodiac blames the stars
I blames the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
I was there in spades
When they laid the last spike
They didn?t want to go
Ended up I had to go
Like to cut my arms off
like to get my sea legs
when the work?ns done
I?m sittin? back and blowin? breezes
Well Alexander hit them right on the head
Given up the railway
And leaving me there for dead
1/2 a man lazy bones
Eatin me daily bread
Zodiac blames the stars
I blames the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
Goddamn the CPR
I like coffee when it?s hot
Pours like magic from a pot
I like smoke as it drifts across the sun
I love morning when it comes
And I love you
I love you
I love time when it runs away
I love the moment with nothing to say
I love the air of a cool night?s breeze
I love your nose when it wrinkles when you sneeze
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love the road when it winds
Snakes through the rocks and snakes through the pines
I like the wind as it blows through your hair
I love drivin? when you?re there
And I love you
I want you to hold me
I love your arms around me
I know your love is something real
I feel its just beginning
Oh my old heart is swimming
And if you say I do I know I always will
I love you
I love the shade on a hot old day
I love the summer till it goes away
I like you ?cause you ain?t been fair weather
I love that you were made to measure
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Lay Me Down Father
Shawn Beauchamp
Lay me down father on this bed of earth
Take my life for all it?s worth
Fair to midland I wish I?d had
The sand to be a better man
Please let me lie on this bed of mine
Take me down father to the rivers of my youth
So I can remember the trials they ran through
Hard times have come and gone
They never really mattered for very long
Please let me lie on this bed of mine
Raise me up father to the heavens above
So I may see the glory of your love
Hallelujah I?ve dreamed so long to see your face I wasn?t wrong
Please let me lie on this bed of mine
Hallelujah I?ve dreamed so long to see your face I wasn?t wrong
Please let me lie on this bed of mine
Please let me lie on this bed of mine
Life Bearable in Texas
Kershaw / Pedleham
Working on a rig way down in Texas
What else would he be doing?
Suppose he fell in a well of a long stiff drink
And grew to fat in the head to get through it
Don?t ask him "why'd you leave your babies?"
'Cause daddy too had his reasons
He likes to sweat the oil of all those songs
About highways and freedom and leaving
He says come on over baby, Maybelline
This four four two's gonna overheat
Devil made me do it
I was born to be wild
I went out for a ride...
Staring at a great big hole in nothing
Stubborn and blue as the sky
Dents in his head
Dents in his heart
From all the hammers and paychecks and lies
He says "water?s for crying
Bourbon?s for drinking"
But there?s a country song tear on your cheek tonight
Was it dreams you work from
Or lap-steel mirage
About El Dorados in every garage?
Or was it "come on over baby, Mabelline
You're the prettiest girl that I ever seen
Devil made me do it
I was born to be wild
I went out for a ride...
Well the sun goes down
And the moon comes up
The world spins away
Beneath the wheels of his truck
Goin? home
Where no true love waiting
Silently for him lives
Could be the wrong road, he thinks
About no particular place to go
Could be a whole lot like sitting still
So he turns on that radio
This four four two's gonna overheat
Devil made me do it
I was born to be wild
I went out for a ride...
And I never came back
My Cat Smells Like Place St. Henri
Gern f
Goddamn I miss my baby
It?s driving me crazy
As I?m working all night to get home
Windsor in my mirror
Toronto?s getting clearer
Looks like another weekend alone
But I remember the scars, on the girls in the bars
And the way that t you tilted your head
Beneath all the stars
Between all the cars
We slow danced in Place St Henri
Hank Williams never had a sweethear
That made him sing his bleeding heart
Like the girl that I met when I found you
Through the radio I hear a mission
The same old country station
Every tune that I hear is about you
But I remember the scars, on the girls in the bars
And the way that you tilted your head
Beneath all the stars
Between all the cars
We slow danced in Place St Henri
Cornwall?s got me pittin?
My brain?s ?gainst my mittens
And my eyes they are dragging me down
Hope my baby?s still my baby
Hope she?s not driving someone else crazy
Hope I don?t fall asleep before the next town
And I remember the scars, on the girls in the bars
And the way that you tilted your head
Beneath all the stars
Between all the cars
We slow danced in Place St Henri
Oh we slow danced in Place St Henri
Yeah we slow danced in Place St Henri
I got a 2-4 in the Refor
Change in my pocket from the corner store
454 and four-barrel carbs
I got 400 horses
Four speaker stereo
Four on the floor and that?s for sure
Cruisin? on the dark side of the fourth line
Of Northumberland County
Momma told me don?t be late
Nearly crashed into her gate
Out past the dark outside
Where the lights of small towns
go behind the pines and hide
Cresting the hill I see shining eyes
Two quick thuds it?s all behind
Cruisin? on the dark side of the fourth line
Of Northumberland County
I had a good friend I?ll call him Ray
Told his mom he might be gay
Had to move out of these here parts
Far away he used his smarts
Got a good job man does it pay
All things considered I miss old Ray
Cruisin? on the dark side of the fourth line
Of Northumberland County
I got a 2-4 in the Refor
Big shiny black 4x4
454 and four-barrel carbs
I got 400 horses
Four speaker stereo
Four on the floor and that?s for sure
Cruisin? on the dark side of the fourth line
Of Northumberland County
I was never for the Gulf War
Done my time on the killing floor
At McDonald?s with the whores and the poor
I had wine, whiskey and whores
Slept with pigeons and watched them soar
Cross the steeples above staples and ended up here
Cruisin? on the dark side of the fourth line
Of Northumberland County
Jenny Sikes she was half right
When she summed me up with all her might
Never gonna get out of here
You got too much to hide too much to fear
You?ll end up in a dead end job
Drink beer with your step father Bob
Cruisin? on the dark side of the fourth line
Of Northumberland County
I got a 2-4 in the Refor
Big shiny black 4x4
454 and four-barrel carbs
I got 400 horses
Four speaker stereo
Four on the floor and that?s for sure
Cruisin? on the dark side of the fourth line
Of Northumberland County
Momma told me when I was young
That 3?was a magic number
I ain?t no he-man
Done never played the part
I?m no lady killer
Killin? ladies just ain?t smart
Got no money
Stocks and bonds are dice
I ain?t starvin?
I?ll get by on beans and rice
I ain?t no saviour
Well I?m not homeless
I ain?t a preacher
But I do believe it?s time
I ain?t no leader?
I?m not a trucker
I gave up the open road
I?m a workin? man
Use my back to carry the load
I?m no looker
My fancy pants have holes
I?m no movie star
I?m looking into supporting roles
I ain?t no saviour
Well I?m not homeless
I ain?t a preacher
But I do believe it?s time
I ain?t no leader?
I am grievous
In all my outer ways
I am caring
?Bout the boys out on the fray
I am building
Four straight walls to go around
I am planning
Brick from top to ground
I ain?t no saviour
Well I?m not homeless
I ain?t a preacher
But I do believe it?s time
I ain?t no leader?
I am dreaming
Of a world that?s straight and flat
I?m not waiting
For this to come to that
I will be there
When my brothers come hear the news
I will be there
I?ll be there girl with you
Marie-Anne?s the kinda girl
Who always wears sunflower dresses
Almost always with a hat that matches
Her bright blue mascara
She?s sitting in a lawn chair
That sags down the middle with her in it
As the boys go by on their BMX bikes
She whispers:
I may not be beautiful
Like Harry Chapin says
I may not be beautiful
But at least I?m not blind
Trigger?s sitting hunched over
On the curb of the road again
The street lights up her scars
She says:
I?d rather he paint me black and blue
Than to beat me with his word, you know
At least in the morning
I can turn around and say to him:
I used to be beautiful
Until I met you
I used to be beautiful
Now there are hardly parts I can see
Bobby?s running barefoot
Blindfolded through the cut grass
He says:
I aim for the clouds
?cause the stars are just too goddamn well far away
Trips over Trigger and Mari-Anne
Picks them up takes their shoes off and says:
I can feel that you?re beautiful
Even though I?m blind
Doesn?t matter that I?m blind
Marie-Anne?s the kinda girl
Who always wears sunflower dresses
Seen my daddy lose his job for breaking his foot
Seen my mama cry when we had no food
Seen them scream and shout when the taxman come
Eight dollars an hour for a family of six
Just ain?t no good for anyone
I?m gonna be a union man
Help my daddy stand on his two feet again
No longer this one man stand
Together we?re stronger for the working class
I?ll always be proud of the man he is
Rather make his kids smile than pay his rent
But it just ain't right that anyone should have to live like this
So I?m gonna be on the right side of this line
When the fan meets the shit
When the fan meets the shit
I remember those monthly checks, how quickly they?d go
Seen him work for thirty years, with nothing to show
Ain?t no-one giving out trucking jobs to fifty year olds
This government couldn?t care less it seems
Or maybe they just don?t know
I?m gonna be a union man
Help my daddy stand on his two feet again
No longer this one man stand
Together we?re stronger for the working class
I?m gonna be a union man
Help my daddy stand on his two feet again
No longer this one man stand
Together we?re stronger for the working class
I?ll always be proud of the man he is
Rather make his kids smile than pay his rent
But it just ain't right that anyone should have to live like this
So I?m gonna be on the right side of this line
When the fan meets the shit
So I?m gonna be on the right side of this line
When the fan meets the shit
When the fan meets the shit
Wandering Eye
Sarah Ouellet / Matt Watson
My man?s got a wanderin? eye
That follows me around
And every other skirt in town
You can send me faraway
On a ship faraway
But a word?s too far away
From my man, from my man
He holds his head up high
With his banjo by his side
While the girls wait to watch him play
You can send me faraway
On a ship faraway
But a word?s too far away
From my man, from my man
Well he?ll come home tonight
Smelling of whisky and of rye
But I wouldn?t have him any other way
You can send me faraway
On a ship faraway
But a word?s too far away
From my man, from my man
But to me that?s alright
?Cause I know where he sleeps at night
It?s faraway in NDG
If you see him out tonight
Laughing with those boys in the band
You know I?m not too faraway
You can send me faraway
On a ship faraway
But a word?s too far away
From my man, from my man
Though my friends think I?m insane
Can?t help but love him all the same
?Cause he?s my banjo pickin? smooth talking man
You can send me faraway
On a ship faraway
But a word?s too far away
From my man, from my man
On a ship faraway
But a word?s too far away
From my man, from my man
Out in the car you were always the star
Behind the bar you were Queen of bizarre
You made me see what I wanted to be
Only wanted to be with you
Years go by, you left me there standin?
Never felt like I was ever commandin?
Always flying, never landing
Always wanted to be with you
Now you?ve left me
Left me there alone
No calls no faxes
Like no one was home
Took my car, my keys
And the rhyme that goes here
Only wanted to be with you
Now I?m the King of the Solo dance Queen
Always the watcher, never part of the scene
There were remnants of love, but always obscene
Only wanted to be with you
Cold and alone ain?t got no one to screw
Got my right hand, a candle and a picture of you
Only wanted to be with you
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