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Buck 110 Blues
02:52
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well my baby she cut me, cut me with a Buck 110
that thing is big and sharp but I didn’t know that then
well its got rosewood scales, and shiny brass bolsters too
but when that 440 steel cuts you, you know just what happened to you
there aint nothing in the world, more frightening that a woman with a knife
that big ol’ Buck 110, gonna be the end of my life
well i aint been no chicken but I, never wanna see that again
my old lady coming at me, with big mean ol’ Buck 110
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2. |
The Werewolf
03:28
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it was the midnight hour
under a crimson moon
when my heart stopped beating
and my soul was on fire
well i looked in the mirror
and terror came over me
i could see my face changing
and paws were my feet
my eyes looked like cherries
blood ran from my teeth
i could run on all fours
and make women weep
i brought darkness around me
as i howled at the sky
feel the heat from the ground
on a cool autumn night
aaooooowwww
well i blazed a trail
right into town
and the leaves kept falling
as blood hit the ground
i tore into bodies
in a flesh hungry craze
didn't know where i was
but remembered the taste
i made love to a witch
and her potion’s the best
and the little girls
they were all possessed
i did commit murder
the cold blooded kind
i am the werewolf
let me howl one time
aaaaaooooooowwwww
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oh yea, tell me whats causing me to drink
everything i fought to build, crumbled underneath my feet
i wonder if my drinking, gonna keep me from moving on
oh yea, i got rambling on my mind
and every time i ramble, i end up on my knees
gotta find me a home, where i can do as i please
oh yea, the devil got me by the neck
ill submit to his candor, and get high as a man can be
aint nothing but booze and women, far as they eye can see
oh yea, when will i stop this jive
and break my silence, and fight for my life
ill get 13 hound dogs, and make drinking my wife
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4. |
Twister Dream Blues
02:20
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I woke up screaming, had a terrible dream last night
this twister tore up every cotton field in sight
my hands were trembling as i looked up at the sky
it looked so real i thought that i might die
i hid myself under a sycamore tree
i felt that big ol twister comin for me
i watched that twister rip up an old black barn
it danced on the rubble like a cat playing with its yarn
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Hoppin' John
04:15
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been slavin’ my life away
been slavin’ my life away
been slavin’ my life away
workin’ all night and day
been slavin’ my life away
here comes ol’ Lucyanne
here comes ol’ Lucyanne
here comes ol’ Lucyanne
pullin’ a plow with an ol’ field hand
here comes ol’ Lucyanne
fix me some Hoppin’ John
fix me some Hoppin’ John
fix me some Hoppin’ John
my boss man is dead and gone
fix me some Hoppin’ John
aint gonna work no more
aint gonna work no more
aint gonna work no more
grab me a bottle and hit the floor
aint gonna work no more
leave me n my woman alone
leave me n my woman alone
leave me n my woman alone
come knockin’ aint nobody home
leave me n my woman alone
I aint want no part of this world
I aint want no part of this world
I aint want no part of this world
just give me a cabin and my girl
I aint want no part of this world
you can find me where I belong
you can find me where I belong
you can find me where I belong
in hell with the devil cause I done wrong
you can find me where I belong
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6. |
Man From Hell
03:00
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Baby whatcha got cooking
in the frying pan
dont smell like nothing
fit for a man
get my shotgun ready
gonna hunt you down
gonna send you back
underneath the ground
well you aint no chicken
and you aint no pig
make you howl like a dog
making me sick
if you kill my brother
gotta drink his blood
it’ll get you high
make you roll in mud
i aint no devil
im a man from hell
only love is evil
got me under your spell
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7. |
Beans, Bread, And Water
04:23
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Well I hear them old hound dogs, barkin and howling for me
I done left my comfy home in the state penitentiary
well there aint no place to hide, down in these country farms
i wish they’d call off searching cause I, didn’t do any man harm
there aint nothing but cotton, far as the eye can see
if i make North Carolina, I should be home free
the shot gun don’t scare me, nor do shackles and chains
its those beans, bread, and water gonna, put me in my grave
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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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