Humu Records
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Seuraa
Low-down people walk around with their eyes on the ground all the time
Low-down people walk around with their eyes on the ground, eyes on the ground
Look up, for the silverlining, for better timing
Low-down people walk around with their eyes on the ground. Look up for a better time
Low-down people walk around with their head on the ground, eyes on the ground...
Wading down, wading down
Look up, for the silverlining, for better timing, a better time
Good old fashioned murder boogie
I tell you people I'm going to drive up to Texas
buy myself a mule, gonna drive up to that poor boy's house
Gonna shoot that fool
You should have stayed away, I told you so, I done told you, I done told you twice
I'm going up to Texas, buy myself a mule, I'm gonna drive up to that poor boy's house
Gonna shoot that fool
Good old fashioned murder, you gonna get hit
Good old fashioned murder, you gonna get whipped
Better leave my wife alone, she's my woman
You should have stayed away,
Now Papa Brown is going to have a good old fashioned murder on his resume
Do you ever feel lowdown?
I happens to call this the Nashville Funk
When good times are so far away you can't even wait for'em no more
Nashville Funk, when you're feeling kinda lowdown
Nashville Funk, if you stand out in a tough crowd
Nashville Funk, when the mailman's son looks a hell of a lot like your daughter
Nashville Funk, can't get laid can't get paid
Nashville Funk, and your mama don't wanna know ya
Nashville Funk, and your daddy just disowned ya
Nashville Funk, When somebody comes knocking on your door and your glad to see that Jehova
Nashville Funk, when you're feeling lowdown
Nashville Funk, and you can't get no love
This here song is called: Who are you to judge
Who are you, to judge?
Now who are you to judge my mama's beaver?
Calling me a piece of shit
Now who are you, to judge my mama's beaver?
Calling me, a piece of shit
Now don't you judge my mama's beaver
She's a good woman
Who are you, to judge my poor old mama's beaver
Don't you judge my mama's beaver
Cause she is a good woman
You dont even know my mama
And you don't even know me
Old Hashbrown is playin' on the corner
Come five o'clock his wife come calling
Old Hashbrown is playin' on the corner
Pretty soon you can hear her holler
And all the folks are dancing and the kids are jumping
The band is swinging and that old bass bumpin'
Old Hashbrown is playin' on the corner
Old Hashbrown is playin' on the corner
Give him a fifth of bourbon and he'll stay a bit longer
She'll whoop his but though he's three feet taller
You can bet your bottom he'll be back in the morning
And all the folks are dancing and the kids are jumping
The band is swinging and that old bass bumpin'
Hashbrowns lady and his dinner burning
You can bet your bottom he'll be back in the morning
Dr. Jesus saves the blind man
Dr. Jesus saves the deaf
Dr. Jesus scares the children,
that are laying in their bed,
with the questions in their head
Dr. Jesus, Dr. Jesus
Dr. Jesus heals the blind man
Dr. Jesus heals the deaf
Dr. Jesus scares the children
and he shure can't bring back the dead
Dr. Jesus
Dr. Jesus, sets us free
Dr. Jesus, who are the?
You know it, you bought it and you threw it away
But one day all our rubble comes on over that hill
One day all our trouble comes on over yonder hill
We know it, we bought it and we threw it away
It comes creeping in your house, down your hall
It will grease up your kitchen, it will flood your bathroom floor
And we know it, we bought it and we threw it away
It comes crawling on to the stairs, to your bathroom
You know it you bought it and you threw it away
And all them people hungry
We know it, we have seen it
You can't throw it away, can't make it go away
One day all our trouble comes on over yonder hill
A toothless comb and a senior pass two dollars and a piece of string
A rusted ball and a bended copper screw
A hankerchief stained with snot, ketchup, coffee and you know what and tears
There’s Gusses old dog tag, his pocket comfort since 1985
An I owe you and you owe me and I never get out of here alive
And a phone number of who knows and when
One empty lighter on a chain with a little white molar
A right hand glove with a finger cut whose partner had just gone solo
A reminder of this bank for bills overdue
A letter from the doctor and a note for his son
A picture of an old lady and a loaded gun
Half a key to the highway that poked his gut for as long as he could remember
Now he’s gonna hit that road since she left him in December
Though he startled when he saw the fear in the eyes of the cashier
Though he startled when he saw it was better than these casual looks of discontent
they used to give him over god knows what
Little did he know that his grandpa long ago had welded the barrel shut
His heart was beating in his temple, sweaty palm around a stone cold ivory grip
He whispered “come on Jack the sun of a bitch is coming” and shot one from the hip
A finger tumbled through the air, the security guard fell of his chair when it backfired
And there’s a bus ticket to Bocca on the table a magazine and some smokes
One of the three buttons missing on his jacket, now he’s got this brand new county jail overcoat
And he notices from a mirror, that it fits him quite well
And he cannot help but wonder, did I just step in or out of hell?
Ain`t life a bitch says the warden as he throws his belongings in a box
Yeah, don’t you know it and go fuck yourself
Do I get to keep my sox?
Hold on...Right about now... Yeah....wheeehoo
Out here in the country this is how we sing that old tune
We play that Rampatamp from April until June
Willy, stuff it in there....hum, here or there
Hoist that tabbernackle high
And there ain't no tellin' why, nah, you just got to hang in there
If you pull that then it's to short on the other side
Hear him sing, hear that fatboy sing, can you hear him sing
Us laughing, they're laughing, and that jug over there, that jug
Naaah, the other one. Yesterday I had one, but...
Just fill it up you gotta really like stuff it in there
This morning he was fine
It gets blue anyway in the end. Bit greenish blue
Like that blue-green thing right over there. stuff it in there...
I always did it. Ain't gonna fit, ain't gonna fit
Sometimes it snows in spring
You got to turn them over when they are done
And there he stood with a mouth full of cum
And she can't tell but she's got a nice pair
Corn? That ain't corn
Who that?
Who that in the kitchen?
Who that in the kitchen yanking my chain?
Grey Eagle was a Blackfoot. I met him when I was on the road
They said that he was a wise man but he didn’t talk much at all
It was late and dark and we were sitting by the campfire
And he never really looked at me, always seemed to be looking somewhere in the distance
A mysterious man he was, you know what he said to me
He said: Gggu guk ahum, I got something stuck in the back of my throat
Yeah, unlucky...he never said a word after that, but he farted once
Grey Eagle
Choking Bird
He who smells like a bear
Hey good looking
Where did you come from?
Haven’t seen you in a long, long time
What it’s been, 60 years?
Bend over mama
My love is two feet tall
Looking mighty fine there
You didn’t age at all
I said bend over mama
Because my love is two feet tall
Two feet tall
Two feet tall
Move for me baby
Hot Stuff!
Bend over mama
My love is two feet tall
Are you lost and you don’t know where to turn to?
Do you need a better religion?
Then you need The Big Cheese in your life
To show you the way to the heavens
He’ll let you ride that buffalo
For that you'll need a Holy Carrot
Available on my website for 29,99$
And then stick it up your ass...Hallelujah
And then you ride that buffalo
For miles and miles over the prairie
And then you spin ten times around real fast
To get in a trance
Sinners might call this dizziness but that’s blasphemy
Amen
And after about ten miles of chanting The Big Cheese's name
Theigh shall relieve yourself of this carrot
And you will feel reborn
Looks like the devil won't have me, my bad has never done me no good
No angel on my shoulder, lady luck won't waist time on me
Got two rabbit feet made a stew, something old, something broken, nothing new
She leaves me
The lord has left me, you and all the needy, these are the days of the cruel and the greedy
All them children starving while others overeating, these are the days of the cruel and the greedy
Ohh, I get by
I walk the underground and byroads, night and lifetime I curse the world, avoid the crap
Getting by on all their scrap
Wars turn into movie plots, children shot, popcorn popped
money in the bank, the devil pulled a prank on you
These are the days of little glory, some people dying everybody walk on by
This is the world where no land is holy
These are the days of little glory
Bring back the day of miracle and wonder
Where holy man ain't fighting for the love of god
The devil pulled a prank on every soul that is breathing
Some walk with HIV in their blood five mile to a muddy well avoiding stepping on landmines
in the burning sun
Some walk on a treatmill with Pepsi in their stomach, avoiding bikini lines
Maybe we have come a long way since the stone age but we left some so far behind
We are the last stinking plastic cherry on the cake we call mankind
War cries are the gospel, vengance on their mind, killing for their brother
while their sister is dieing, murder for their brother while their children are crying
We are walking through a valley low
These are the days, Hey Buckle up! for there are going to be many more
We are blind, your gods have left me. Looks like the lord has gone fishing
When your battery is dead you better park on a hill
That's all I can tell you before I go
Nothing I can teach you, I can tell you no more
but when your battery is dead, you better park on a hill