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Whistle Pig Blues
(C)
You better run little whistle pig run
Run little whistle pig run
I see a farmer and he's carrying his gun
You better run little whistle pig run
(V)
Well the fox and the hound are on the prowl
Fox and the hound are on the prowl
the're mighty hungry and their noses to the ground
The fox and the hound are on the prowl
(V)
Well living in a hole in the ground
Living in a hole in the ground
Its dark and its damp but there's shelter to be found
Living in a hole in the ground
Old Mountain Time
(V)
Well there's not much to do in this green mountain town
Just to fish by the river till the sun goes down
We used to go the barn dance on Saturday night
Drink the homemade liquor till the feeling was right
(C)
So won't you take a turn with me Liza Jane
And we'll have a nip of whiskey to ease the pain
Lets drown out all this heart ache dance and sing a rhyme
To a claw hammer banjo in old mountain time
(V)
I've been working in a log camp all winter long
Eatin' food from a can around an old tin stove
Gonna get off of this mountain when my big check comes
Go to town with my old lady and I'll stay up till dawn
(C2)
So won't you take a turn with me Liza Jane
And we'll have a nip of whiskey to ease the pain
Lets drown out all this heart ache dance and sing a rhyme
To a crossed tuned fiddle in old mountain time
This Old Guitar
(C)
Oh I'll site here alone with this old guitar
Spending my time in a dream
I quit working to ride this rail
And I'll sit here alone with this old guitar
(V)
Sometimes she wake's me in the morning
Sometimes she sings me to sleep
Nothing much here but wood and steel
And I'll site here alone with this old guitar
(V)
The clock is ticking in this world
This old train is running out of steam
No wasting time rushing around
And I'll sit here alone with this old guitar
Piece Of The Pie
Well I can tell you mister I've seen better days than these
But Lately I've been walking around with this dark cloud over me
Well I'm gonna point my compass to a place where the sun shines everyday
There's a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow that's waiting for me
(C)
Four Flat Tires and a Hurricane Couldn't keep me from truckin' along
There's a whole in the sky I 'm just along for the ride
And I'm waitin' for my piece of the pie
(V2)
There's a man on TV who says Jesus is waiting for me
Just a five dollar contribution he can save me
I don't know but I've been told to watch out for those snakes in the grass
So I'll just keep on running so I don't get bit in the ass
(V3)
Yeah there's too many pretty girls in this world you know you can't have them all
So I'll just have one we'll kick back and have a ball
Life's too short for regretting all those things I did or didn't do
So lets stop and look around, enjoy the view
Even God Gets The Blues
(V)
I went out walking just to see what I could find
Came across an old friend haven't seen for a while
HE was down on his luck he was lonesome and blue
Said his days were numbered his time coming soon
(C)
He said the angles in heaven have got nothing to loose
And the're cold days in hell and even god gets the blues
(V2)
He said he's got no regrets he's loved and he's cried
Its all you can do when you live and you die
The he looked me in the eye said son don't be sad
I'm going where its better and that's not too bad
(C2)
He said the angels in heaven have got nothing to loose
And the're cold days in hell and even God gets the blues
So if you go walking lost on the shore take a good look around at life's open door
Cause those angels in heaven have got nothing to loose
And the're cold days in hell and even god gets the blues
Where Have You Gone
(V)
Well it seems like so long ago
You left me standing at a crossroad with nowhere to go
Well I took sometime to find myself but your memory just keeps hanging on
Oh darling where have you gone
(C)
Oh The flowers outside have withered and died
Off in the distance a Robin Cries
Oh darling where have you gone
(V)
Well I've made some choices made some mistakes
But I find no answers at the end of the day
Well the sun used to shine down on me
All that's left know is your memory
Oh darling where have you gone
Weekend Musician
(V)
My old man would come home from working in the saw mill
Sawdust in his boots pine pitch in he hair
Just enough time to change his clothes and pack up his guitar
Head out in that old Dodge Dart to a honky tonkin' bar
(C)
It's a hard hard livin' for a weekend musician
Cause Monday mornin' comes so fast slaps you in the face
Well he used to tell me son don't do like I've done
Just to spend your time putting on a show
(V2)
Sunday afternoon he changed the strings on his guitar
After catching up on sleep shovel snow from the yard
Summertime he'd take us fishing to Marshfield Dam
If we didn't catch a thing maybe fry a can of spam
(V3)
Well he used to tell me stories about the late nights and bar fights
And the time that he met the Drifting Cowboy Band
And the long ride home tryin' to keep her between the lines
The sun coming up as he pulled into the drive
Rich Girl Poor Boy
(V)
She was raised in the city with the finest of things
had no need for money or the want of anything
except the love she desired from a sawmill man
Why he'd never settle down she'd never understand
Well Friday night when the work was done to the taverns he would go
He loved booze and women and the late night music show
Another night she's waiting in the cabin in the hills
Wondering if he'd make it home or where he's finding thrills
(C)
Well her heart's in a fury for a love she cannot have
And over time a raging fire and here thoughts are turning bad
Thinking of how she could end it all and put him in his place
A spade shovel and a shotgun you can see it in her face
(V2)
Well it all came to head one night he was walking up the steps
She'd been awake for hours her heart beating through her chest
No words spoke just a shotgun blast and he fell down to the floor
She knelt down whispered in his ear you won't go out anymore
(V3)
Now no one seemed to miss him they just seemed to carry on
They figured that she'd kicked him out or he had to ramble on
But way down in the cold clay way down in the shade
Wood ash burning through him sleeping in a shallow grave
Jeremy Sicely Music
Diversify
(V)
Well I can't make a living in these green fertile hills
The milk prices are down so low that I can't pay my bills
I gotta think of something boys to get me out of this jam
Gonna put my head together come up with a brand new plan
(C)
Some might say that I'm walking on the wrong side of the law
But most of you'd do the same thing if your backs against the wall
Out in California you know their gettin' high
And the man from the state department says I need to diversify
(V2)
Well I've got a good thing going these days just selling by the pound
I'm paying my tax bill taking care of the ground
And its true what they say my friend it grows like a weed
This is the green prohibition twenty first century
(V3)
I got a United States Marshall he's living next door
He's also a Veteran of the Vietnam War
Says he's got better things to do than to fool around with me
Cause there's people selling people and that dirty methamphetamine
Until The Sun Comes Up
(V)
They came to town on a foggy afternoon
It was a cold October day
The winter came on hard and lasted long
It wasn't easy finding their way
Every once in a while the sun would shine
They's all get together and stop their feet
(C)
Invite the neighbors in the town
Tune up the fiddle break out the barely wine
Sing and dance a little eat and drink
Until the sun comes up
(V)
Springtime came and the rain seemed to last forever
River banks overflowed
I walked behind my best horse Olie
To pull that plow through a field of mud and snow
Then that sun came out and the grass turned green
we'd all get together and stomp our feet
(V)
That muddy field where the farm used to be
is nothing but a cellar hole now
They dammed the river where we used to sit and fish
To turn the lights on in the town
But every once in a while when the sun goes down
You can almost hear the fiddle ring
Rounders Blues
(V)
I'm gonna start a new band
I'm gonna get out of here
Been doing the same thing
Year after year
This hustlin' life's
Been bringing me down
I'm gonna drive this old car
Right into the ground
(C)
If you run into Jesus, don't tell him I'm here
I know he's been looking for me
I've been out honky tonkin' till the wee hours of the morning
An the Hell Fire's nipping my heals
Yeah the Hell Fire's nipping my heals
(V)
Don't try to change me
Your wasting your time
Cause I'm gonna ride on the train
Till the coal fire dies
And I'll jump in the river
Wash away these dirty sins
And I'll wait around till Friday night
Just to do it again
(C)
So if you run into Jesus, don't tell him I'm here
I know he's been looking for me
I've been out honky tonkin' till the wee hours of the morning
and the Hell Fire's nipping my heals
Yeah the Hell Fire's nipping my heals
Old Mountain Time
Diversify
Rupert Depot used for Stowe Mountain Resort Mid Winter 2012 Video
Rum Runner Man
(V)
The waters cold
on the rocky shore
And there's a Custom's agent
trying to sink my boat
But this engine's fast
and I run at night
with my stern light off
I cruise on the shoreline
(C)
Rum runner man
where have you been
selling booze on the lake in the cold dark night again
One of these runs
gonna be your last
When that old wooden boat breaks up or runs out of gas
(V)
I know this lake
like the back of my hand
From Port Henry
to Oh Canada land
When I cross that border
the Frenchman smile
Untiltled Work In Progress
There's an old man by the river sleeping in a pork barrel grave
Just a hired hand logging man and river drivin' slave
Heads into the when the snow falls down Fells the trees until the sun goes down
Whiskey dreams at night of the lights of home
Punched out of work at five o'clock on friday night
Fired up my pickup truck and I headed into the the night
Bought a six pack a beer and pack smokes
Filled up my tank and I hit the road
One night on the town is all I need
Ain't had a day off for a couple of months now
This old grind is weighing down on me
When I left work said I wont be in on Monday
They didn't say word but they knew what I mean
Well sometimes you gotta let your hair down
Sometimes you've got to take a ride
Down a wrong way road well you know you should'nt be going
One night on the town is all you need
Rupert Depot
(V)
A long time ago before gasoline and on the go locomotives ruled the land
Hauling freight this man made machine no better way to see
The mountain sides cities and this land
(C)
But they tore up the track twenty some odd years ago
That's when that old station house just seemed to loose its soul
And I'm pretty sure you'll never hear a train whistle come this way again
Blue Yodel
(V)
Well they thought they had it made when that diesel engine came
The old water tower rotted away
But it couldn't keep the pace with the rural route's and the interstate
So say goodbye to that high lonesome sound
(C2)
Just tell me about the time it brought a soldier home from war
And that mail order guitar from the Sears and Roebuck store
And I'm pretty sure you'll never hear a train whistle come this way again
Blue Yodel
