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Big Ass Gun
03:09
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Big Ass Gun
(written by Forrest Rowe)
Maybe I should make a big ass gun
and point it at the sky
Blow a hole right on through that firmament
Maybe then, I could go touch God
Maybe I should dig a deep, dark pit
and in that darkness lie
Perhaps Yahweh will have pity on me
Maybe then, I could talk with God
Maybe I should gulp a magic drink
and just get really high
Learn new things like others all say they do
Maybe then, I could go see God
Maybe I should pray and fast a while
It might be fun to try
Put all my thoughts upon the Holy One
Maybe then, I could go with God
Maybe then, I could be with God.
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2. |
Gone, Gone
03:24
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Gone Gone
(written by Wyatt Rowe)
A little birdy, I once knew,
Packed its things and away it flew
Pray to God to watch its flight
‘Cause little birdy’s gone out of sight
Chorus:
Well they’re gone, gone, gone the ones I knew
But there’s nothing I can do
Well they’re gone, gone, gone the ones I knew
I know one day you’ll be too
Had a woman in my arms
She had beauty, and she had charms
Well, after midnight, she went her way
I wish oh Lord, that she could stay
Had a friend back in my youth
We chewed gum and ate Baby Ruth
Well, he climbed high to Paradise
Left this world of sin and vice
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3. |
Run Away
03:35
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Run Away
(written by Wyatt Rowe)
“Run away!” said the rabbit to the fox
“Don’t you know that I’ve got a gun?
Run away, to the mountains and the rocks
And be glad you can still see the sun!”
Chorus:
And it’s okay, everything’s alright
And it’s okay, tomorrow’s looking bright
“Run away!” said the Joker to the King
“Don’t you know there’s an Ace up my sleeve?
Run away, ain't Jack that you can bring
And be glad from the table you can leave!”
“Run away!” said the angel to the man
“Don’t you know your time is almost up?
Run away, do the best that you can
And be glad you ain’t drank the cup!”
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4. |
Lonesome, On'ry and Mean
03:37
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Lonesome, On’ry and Mean
(written by Steve Young)
On a Greyhound bus, Lord I’m traveling this morning
I’m going to Shreveport down to New Orleans
Been traveling these highways, been doing things my way
It’s been making me lonesome, on’ry and mean
Well, her hair was jet black, and her name was Codine.
She thought she was the queen of the Basin Street queens
She got tired of the smokey-white dream
And she started looking lonesome, on’ry and mean.
Well now, we got together, and we cashed in our sweeps
We gave them to a beggar that was mumbling through the streets
There’s no escaping from the snowy-white dream
We were born feeling lonesome, on’ry and mean.
Now I’m down in the valley where the leaves turn so low
At dawn I pray to the Lord of my soul
I say “Dear Lord, do right by me!”
“Well,God, I’m tired of feeling lonesome, on’ry and mean.”
“God, I’m tired of feeling lonesome, on’ry and mean.”
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5. |
Billy Yank's Ballad
04:10
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Billy Yank’s Ballad
(written by Forrest Rowe)
The war was still not over in the year of ’63
A young man signed his papers, a soldier he would be
He walked to meet his sweetheart, in the cold and pouring rain
He told of how he’d fight with, the other men from Maine
“Billy, If you leave me, I know that I will die.
Please don’t leave for anywhere and don’t you say goodbye!”
They then embraced each other, but their sobs they could not quell
He then left her alone there, her heart too grieved to yell
The lad went to his parents, to reveal just what he’d done
Their faces both grew somber, he was their only son
“Son, we’re so proud of you. In case, though, you should die,
We will tell you now, dear boy, we love you and goodbye.”
The train it left the station, someone took him to the grounds
Each day he practiced fighting, and fired off his rounds
Sent down into the Southlands, he got his first taste of war
Trembling he shot a rebel, prayer from his mouth did pour
“Father God, please hear me. This man is soon to die.
Carry him to Heaven, Lord; it’s time for his goodbye.”
Many months later Billy had made himself a good friend
A victim of conscription, a strong man ’til the end
When cannon balls were soaring, and the shots from rifles flew
His friend fell down to the grass, a blade had ran him through
“Billy Yank, they got me! I know I’m gonna die.
I long for my wife and kids to kiss them off goodbye.
Billy live on for sometime, he saw when the Union won
But he was wounded badly, by brave Johnny Reb’s gun
He looked up to the skies when, the surgeon came to his cot
This Yankee raised a weak hand, treatment he wanted not
“Please don’t help me, Doctor! I’m ready now to die.
I’d like to see Jesus, now, so thank you much, goodbye.”
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6. |
Bite the Bullet
02:50
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Bite the Bullet
(written by Wyatt Rowe)
I shot Big Brother
Put it right between his eyes
I shot Big Brother
All that he told me were lies
Chorus:
And I don’t feel bad
Don’t ask me why
And I don’t feel sad
‘Cause he had to die
Big Brother had to die
I shot Uncle Sam,
Put it right into his gut
I shot Uncle Sam
He’s been with that Babylon slut
Chorus:
And I don’t feel bad
Don’t ask me why
And I don’t feel sad
‘Cause he had to die
Uncle Sam had to die
I shot Liberty
Put it right between her breasts
I shot Liberty
In graves she put children to rest
Chorus:
And I don’t feel bad
Don’t ask me why
And I don’t feel sad
‘Cause she had to die
Liberty had to die
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7. |
Wicked Man Blues
03:35
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Wicked Man Blues
(written by Forrest Rowe)
Hang this man from a high, high tree
For his crimes against God and humanity
He has chosen a path of destruction
That scars the whole world and all that is within
The ways of God are just and right
By them a man may live, the have life and light
They bring peace to the soul and clear the mind
Nothing more filling will a soul ever find
Trespasses have been committed
This man’s sins rise high and he needs to be dead
Vainglory pursuits are what he lives for
And his booze-filled lusts in a strange woman’s door
Tie his hands tight behind his back
Keep that noose tight, too, don’t give him any slack
When he’s limp leave him for the birds that fly
That’s what I deserve, this wicked man am I
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8. |
Far Behind
03:54
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Far Behind
(written by Forrest and Wyatt Rowe)
Many something years ago, we both had each other
(I sold my soul) (I don’t know why)
as cannon-fire wrecked our homes, killing sisters and brothers
(So far below) (So far behind)
There I was, upon the hill, I saw you far below (I sold my soul)
I watched as you tripped and fell ( I don’t know why)
I heard your crying yell (So far below)
I turned away, with tearing eyes, and left you far behind ( So far behind)
Just a couple weeks ago, the train pulled to the station
(I sold my soul) (I don’t know why)
With prisoners of war freed by heroes from our nation
(So far below) (So far behind)
You stepped down onto the deck; your face had many scars (I sold my soul)
I damn nearly tripped and fell (I don’t know why)
I heard your crying yell (So far below)
I turned away, with tearing eyes, and left you far behind (So far behind)
Just a little bit ago, their soldiers came back fighting
(I sold my soul) (I don’t know why)
They tried to take you away and others that were hiding
(So far below) (So far behind)
There I was, I struck them down, sorry for leaving you (I sold my soul)
Wounded here I tripped and fell ( I don’t know why)
Now don’t you cry nor yell (So far below)
Just turn away your tearing eyes and leave me far behind (So far behind)
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9. |
Drink of this Bottle
04:16
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Drink of this Bottle
(written by Wyatt Rowe)
Chorus:
Well i drink of this bottle of beer
Each swig drowns my worries and my fear
And Lord it does help hide death so near
I drink of this bottle of beer
Well I can’t find a job with good pay
It seems there is none up this way
So I reach for the bottle, each night and each day
I can’t find a job with good pay
No woman beside me to hold
The Lord knows I’m only getting old
So I reach for the bottle, so smooth and so cold
No woman beside me to hold
Ain’t as much bread on the table
To fill Lord, I’ve hardly been able
So I drink with good souls to keep my mind stable
Ain’t as much bread on the table
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10. |
Hunger Strike
04:08
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Hunger Strike
(written by C. Cornell)
I don’t mind stealing bread from the mouths of decadence
But I can’t feed from the powerless when my cup’s already overfilled
But it’s on the table, the fire is cooking
And they’re farming babies, the slaves are all working
And it’s on the table the mouths are all choking (Repeat)
I’m going hungry, yeah!
I’m going hungry.yeah!
I’m going hungry, yeah!
I’m going hungry, yeah! (Repeat)
Well, I don’t mind stealing bread
No I don’t mind
I’m going hungry, yeah!
I’m going hungry,yeah!
I’m going hungry, yeah!
I’m going hungry, yeah!
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11. |
Black
03:25
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Black
(written by Wyatt Rowe)
Well I found a little flower and the seeds it sowed were black
I took a little bite and the dreams I had were whack
I took it to the doctor and the doctor said I’m ill
He took the little flower and he gave me back a pill
Chorus:
And now I watch as a jet flies east
With the winds of plague on its wings
A serpent of Hell and the Second Beast
Hell’s Fire is what it brings
I went mining and the gold I found was black
Worth a million dollars in a barrel and a stack
Every royal hand came to claim their portioned share
To sell it to the mass for a price, for a traveler’s fare
I looked into the heart of a man and it was black
He went up to his brother and he stabbed him in the back
He kissed him on the brow as he spoke his last goodbye
Never felt ashamed as he watched his brother die
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12. |
The Shire
04:19
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The Shire
(written by Forrest Rowe)
All the Valkyrie are sent down here below
God’s holy angels, tell me did you not know?
Helping the men to wage war and shed blood
Which will soon dry up within the mud
Purple and orange light up upon the clouds
A lonely mountain stands brave and it stands proud
Westward ho! The sun plows through and through
But the night will keep me from seeing you
(chorus)
I’ve just been trying to get back to the Shire
‘Cause I’m quite weary of all the smoke and fire
If I could reach that Hundred Acre Wood
Well, I’d be well on my way if I could
A broken family lives there beside the hill
With brand new tombstones in the ground they use to till
White rose pedals from the bushes gently fall
As the scream of another banshee calls
Too many heartless lie in the shadow’s gloom
It seems the Light has nearly met its doom
Paradise lost is something on my mind
But precious memories are always there to find
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13. |
Little Birdy
04:41
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Little Birdy
(written by Wyatt Rowe)
Well fly, little birdy, spread your wings and fly away
Well fly, little birdy, down here’s no place to play
If I could I would fly, too, but my wings got lost on the way
Goodbye, little birdy, is all that I can say
Goodbye, little birdy, live for a better day
Goodbye’s so hard to say to you, but this time, I’ve got to stay
Don’t cry, little birdy, just bow your head and pray
Don’t cry, little birdy, we’ll meet again, we may
Tears roll down from your eyes blue, like rain from clouds colored grey
Well fly, little birdy, spread your wings and fly away
Well fly, little birdy, we’ll meet again we may
If I could I would fly, too, but my wings got lost on the way
If I could I would fly, too, but my wings got lost on the way
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