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Doctor's Orders
02:15
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The Saint of All Killers
03:27
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Ooooh, I aint nothing but a sinner
one day Ill pay for my crimes, to the Saint Of All Killers
buck knife in my pocket, South Texas is my home
no cowboys and indians, just their blood and bones
ooooh, murder is a thriller
one day ill pay for my crimes, to the Saint Of All Killers
love has been my victim, deep down in the south
but when he cocks his pistol, stop running your big mouth
ooooh, aint no better way or quicker
to pay for my crimes, to the Saint Of A ll Killers
got my black leather jacket, black boots to match
blood stains on my t-shirt, and then I see a flash
ooooh, give me one more drink of liquor
before I pay for my crimes, to the Saint Of All Killers
black chaps and a duster, big 10 gallon hat
2 6 shooters on each hip, quicker than a cat
ooooh, devil man pull the trigger
one day Ill pay for my crimes, to the Saint Of All Killers
Ooooh, I aint nothing but a sinner
one day Ill pay for my crimes, to the Saint Of All Killers
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Firewood
03:50
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come on pretty baby take a walk with me
down where the kudzu grow
were gonna build a fire, as to what will transpire
aint nobody every got to know
were gonna sing some songs to the darkness
were gonna take off all of our clothes
were gonna spread some powder, get my dogs to bark louder
and I’m hoping that the devil shows
come on pretty baby grab your clip point knife
and sway like a willow tree
you can run and hide, but not from whats inside
and you can be who you wanna be
let the warmth of fire embrace you
let the demons inside you come out
and when the morning comes, we’ll hear the native drums
and you will know what its all about
come on pretty baby let the powers rise
through your naked skin
it wont be long, and it feels so wrong
but its the only way you’re gonna win
hear the cackling laughter of firewood
hear the moan of thunder and wind
see the demon eyes, in the moon so bright
dont forget to let the evil in
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I been from the same place all my life
aint made a lot of money, don’t have no wife
theres plenty of places Id rather be
but Texas is the one thats calling on me
I gotta get myself to Austin
I gotta get myself to Austin where Im gonna make myself a home
and when I get myself to Austin I believe I wont never roam
In New York City there aint nothing for cheap
Jerseys the same man it aint for me
Boston and Philly can be nice for a day
but BBQ and Blues is the Texas way
I spent some time Memphis and Nashville too
North Caronlia and Baton Rouge
I been to Chicago and New Orleans
but the Lone Star states always in my dreams
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she aint from Mississippi, but she sure got mud up in her vein
the way my baby treat me, bout to drive po’ me insane
I’d jump into the ocean, drown at the bottom of the blue
thats to rid me of my troubles, woah yea and forget about you
i aint never been mistreated, like a hound left out in the rain
she aint from Mississippi, but she sure got mud up in her vein
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6. |
Jalopy Stomp
01:45
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Sarah
04:21
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Sarah, won’t you turn and look my way
well i know you don’t want me, but my love wont lead you astray
Sarah, hit me with those granny smiths
cause my heartbeat does vanish, every time you serve that dish
Sarah, let the snow come falling down
i can’t stop from staring, when i see you walk around
Sarah, I got loving in my heart
let me hear some sweet sugar, that can tear my world apart fix
Sarah, I may be young but not a fool
i’d slave for you baby, like a big ol’ brown haired mule
Sarah, come and ride the bus with me
wont be mad if you decline, and there aint no apology
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8. |
Whisky Winds
03:37
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well Im leaving in the morning, I packed my close
chasing that southern sun down
well my father just shook my hand and, said to me “son,
go on and make me proud”
only thing that worries me is
whether I know how
well now two thousand miles are up ahead
like a river wild
and I’ll sleep baby, when I’m dead
ol’ Pete can reconcile
whiskey winds keep blowing
with each and every mile
well i passed through Virginia and Tennessee
but left them in my dust
every town here looks just the same
filled with shacks and rust
blues billowing around me
like some bonfire musk
well I strum my guitar and i blow my harp
sing to the pale moon light
and I’m not in a bad place and i feel free
make way for southern night
hard time might be ahead but that
road will make it right
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9. |
Ain't Got Nothin'
02:39
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i aint got no friends
who needs em
all they do is let you down
i aint got no one to love
who needs it
all it does is break your heart
i aint got no food to eat
who needs it
all it does is make you fat
i aint got no beer to drink
who needs it
all it does is make you sad
i aint got no books to read
who needs em
all they do is make you dumb
i aint got no car to drive
who needs it
all it does is keep you poor
i aint got no money in the bank
who needs it
all it does is make you weak
i aint got no fear in god
who needs him
all he does is turn his back
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Born to Be a Loser
02:48
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Now gather round and listen to my lonesome tale
i was born to be a loser and destined to fail
i live with disappointment its a way of life
and Ill never get out of this dead end strife
i wish i were a winner but i just cant change my ways
im my own worst enemy i don’t know why
i cant change my ways no matter how hard i try
smoking and drinking never did me no good
and I’m sick of living down in this dirty old hood
there aint nobody gonna lend a helping hand
just leave me in the gutter where i belong
i got to keep moving even if it feels wrong
ill never know why i cant get ahead
and the only releif will be when I’m dead
ill make this easy and you don’t have to say goodbye
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11. |
Dance of the Wolf Spider
03:32
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12. |
Sugar Cane
04:26
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somebody tell me, where has my sugar cane gone
i used to get so high, them good ol’ days have moved on
my mom and dad, I can hardly recognize
that sugar cane, yes its got me hypnotized
I traded in my bike, for a v-8 pickup truck
so pass me the bottle, cause I don’t give a fuck
Faya well, i aint coming back no mo
tell me why i gots, to have sugar cane for
somebody tell me, where has my sugar cane gone
i used to get so high, them good ol’ days have moved on
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13. |
Brother Robert
02:18
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brother Robert, brother Rob
keep your train right on the track
dont know when you're coming back
brother Robert, brother Rob
keep on moving down the line
blow that whistle, feeling fine
brother Robert, brother Rob
engineer of the Nickel Plate
come on, brother, don't be late
brother Robert, brother Rob
hauling lumber, coal and corn
ever since the day you’er born
brother Robert, brother Rob
build a railroad to the sun
all aboard another one
brother Robert, brother Rob
keep on dreaming of the dawn
locomotive rolling on
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Vin Mott Austin, Texas
Vin Mott is currently a rising star out of the Austin, TX music scene who is building a reputation for his loyalty to the traditional sounds of the Chicago/Memphis/Delta style blues and his talent as a singer, harmonica player, band leader and hard work ethic. Mott's records have received worldwide radio play and praises from the blues world’s top publications. ... more
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