1. |
Get Off the Pot
02:39
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Where are you when I need you the most?
You’re off smokin’ weed
It’s not a matter of what I want
It’s a matter of what I need
When you’re not around I tend to fall
Got a tendency to bleed
Where are you when I need you the most?
You’re off smoking weed
Where are you when I’m feelin’ bad?
You’re off gettin’ high
When I try to reach your phone
Your voicemail tells me a lie
I don’t feel like you’re ever there
I’m not gonna lie
Where are you when I’m feelin’ bad?
You’re off gettin’ high
Where are you when I’m in trouble?
You’re off gettin’ stoned
When I confront you about it
You only grunt and groan
I don’t know why I call you a friend
You always leave me alone
Where are you when I’m in trouble?
You’re off gettin’ stoned
Were are you when I need to talk?
You’re off gettin’ baked
You used to be so solid
But now you’re just a flake
You used to lend an ear
Whenever my heart ached
Were are you when I need to talk?
You’re off gettin’ baked
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2. |
Grey Day Relapse
05:05
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Why do I need to get high?
Why do I feel uncomfortable when I’m dry?
Why does my body start to shake
If I go a whole day without a drink?
Why am I so discontent?
And a grey day makes me so hell bent?
Why does whiskey look so good
When I’m in a rotten mood?
Why don’t I feel ok?
Will I live to see my next birthday?
Will I find happiness? Perhaps.
Oh leave it to a grey day to relapse
Why do I need that cigarette?
What is it in my life I regret?
Why do I put powder up my nose?
Why can’t I have highs if I have lows?
Why, when I get my paycheck
Is my first thought to go out and get wrecked?
Why do I drink moonshine from a jar?
Why am I the last one at the bar?
Why do I have to be so broke?
Spend all my cash on booze, tabac, and coke?
Why does my memory have gaps?
Oh leave it to a grey day to relapse
Why am I partyin’ if it ain’t fun?
Why’s the liquor store my final destination?
Why, when there’s so much out there to see
Am I sittin’ in the dark watching TV?
Why do the bottle and I kiss?
She knows me on a first name basis
Why is she my lover and my friend?
Along with my Turkish/Yankee blend?
Why am I filled with disdain?
I shut the blinds when it starts to rain
Why’m I drinkin’ alone, when I could be at Cap’s?
Oh leave it to a grey day to relapse
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I spoke a word
Everyone turned
What did I say?
Why do they stare?
Two syllables
I’m in trouble
I must ascend
Escape to air
The clouds don’t mind
If I’m not kind
Their tears came from
The fall from grace
They have accepted
That we’ve rejected
The fighting life
All there is is race
Which brings me back
To my original crack
Didn’t recognize
Cause and effect
Now there’s a lynch mob
To catch this heartthrob
And who will save me?
Who will protect?
It’s in my nature
To be a hater
But I swing both ways
Bad and good
I’m capable
Of bein’ full
Of myself
Or brotherhood
I like suspense
When things are tense
I sure like jogging
On an outer plane
Balancing
As I sing
Walking a light beam
Scaling a flame
Transition slowly
Where are you going?
I’ve found a path
Must sweep the dust
In lands where holy
Mountains glowing
Reach that peak
It is a must
I spoke a word
Everyone turned
What did I say?
Why do they stare?
Two syllables
I’m in trouble
I must ascend
Escape to air
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Lately I’ve been thinking ‘bout leavin’
You’ve been makin my life purdy hard
I’m packin my bags
I’m breakin’ my lease
I won’t kiss you goodbye in our yard
You say gamblin’ has come between us
But honey, this is how I have fun
You’ve got yer gun shows
And I’ve got my cards
And a gambler’s work is never done
That’s why I’ve got to run
I’d rather play hold ‘em than hold you anymore
My buddies you scold ‘em and kick them out the door
We’re trying to play poker
You disrupt our game
I don’t have no fun no more
And you are to blame
Oh do you even remember?
You came home all drunk last night
You told my friend Larry that he was ugly
And flipped our card table out of spite
I was just dealt a full house
And I was fixin’ to win
I was going to spend that money
On your breakfast this mornin’
But I guess it’s cold oatmeal again
Oh baby, you treat me so badly
And you can’t redeem yourself now
I’m hitchin’ a ride
To the southside
And hoppin’ a train out of town
I’m hightailin’ to Vegas
Find a woman who understands
I’m yearnin’ for chips
Not the touch of your lips
Or the cold embrace of your hands
Or whiskey comin’ out your sweatglands
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5. |
Another Wasted Day
03:38
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Another wasted day
I woke up in the afternoon
Another wasted day
I have to run off to work soon
Another wasted day
Shouldn’t have stayed up all night
Howlin’ at the moon
I’m turnin’ nocturnal
Cursin’ out the Colonel
Cursin’ out the bellhop
Cursin’ out the cops
I’m on my way
To the party on the bay
Ridin’ bike down Roeder
Smell an awful odor
Headin’ up to Squalicum
With a bottle of Rum
Gonna hit it good
And burn a pile of wood
Before I shut my eyes
I saw the sunrise
6 out of the 7
Days this week – I’m gettin’
Drunk and poor
And always wantin’ more
I know all the bartenders
My bike does not have fenders
Get drunk with a muddy back
I can’t get my money back
That’s what I say
‘Cuz I pissed it all away
Spend my time with Megan
God my head is achin’
From the night before this
When we were gettin’ pissed
Now I’m gonna pay
I’m gonna waste the day
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6. |
I Go to the River Alone
02:24
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We used to go out
And have a picnic
Out on the banks
Of the ol’ Missisip
But now that yer gone
And I’m on my own
I go to the river alone
We used to go out
To our favorite spot
The grasses were high
Got away with a lot
But now we don’t talk
And you’ve changed yer tone
I go to the river alone
We used to go out
Sit on a tree limb
Swing on a rope
And then go for a swim
But now that you’re gone
Don’t know where yer goin’
I go to the river alone
We used to go out
We used to have fun
We used to just sit
And watch the river run
But all yer cheatin’
I cannot condone
I go to the river alone
We used to go out
I’d look into your eyes
But now when I look
At the river, I cry
When I think of you
I’ll just skip a stone
When I go to the river alone
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7. |
Fool of a Man
04:13
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These old dusty records
They sit in their sleeves
And all of the oak trees
Are losing their leaves
It’s the beginning of Autumn
The drugs, I bought ‘em
It’s time for my mind
To unwind and release
These old rusty paintcans
Are dried up and hardened
What did you say to me?
I beg your pardon
I cannot hear ya
I feel delerium’s
About to set in
Yes I fear that it’s startin’
The pills, they never help me
In the long run I’m still blue
I’ve tried so many kinds
And mixed them with other drugs too
I know I’ll never find happiness
At the bottom of a bottle or can
And the fact that I’ve even tried
Proves that I am a fool of a man
This old musty attic
Is so full of mildew
There’s a hole in the floor
Where I once fell thru
I busted my skull
I’ve turned from fun to dull
Now I just lie in bed
And that’s why I don’t see you
These old crusty boots
That sit inside my closet
Have not touched my feet
Since my last deposit
On a trip to the bank
The economy tanked
Now I ain’t got no money
And my life’s turned to shit
The old gusty outside’s
No place for a scared
Agoraphobe
No I don’t feel prepared
I ain’t got no clothes
That ain’t got no holes
I called Social Services
Nobody cared
This old trusty rifle’s
The source of my bliss
I’ve used it for huntin’
And target practice
It’ll be my final thrill
Do what the drugs never will
And that’s rid me of pain
I guess it’s come to this
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I wish you could see
Inside of my heart
See the cobwebs
The cracks and the ghosts
I wish you could give it
A warlock test
To see if it sinks
Or floats
I wish you could see
The state of my heart
It’s been sacrificed
Like a calf
I wish it would pump
Like your speakers
But it’s as dead
As my old phonograph
My heart it pouts
It’s blood ran out
It don’t circulate
My skin’s turned white
I don’t feel right
You wanna save me
But it’s too late
I wish you could see
Inside of my heart
See the dust,
Shattered glass, and decay
I used to be so happy
But now
That’s all gone away
I wish you could see
The state of my heart
It’s held together
With string
Don’t know if
I’ll make it thru winter
Don’t know if
I will see the spring
I wish you could see
Inside of my heart
See the rats
And the crumbling wall
It don’t resemble
A healthy heart
No it don’t look like that
At all
I wish you could see
The state of my heart
It’s holy
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout pure
The holes are so big
It don’t hold liquid
And it don’t beat
No more
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I can’t fall asleep
I’m just lyin’ on my back
There’s 3 empty bottles
Of Russian Cognac
Sasha’s sawin’ logs
He’s a hard drinkin’ man
And I’m lyin’ here
Thinkin’ ‘bout Pollyanne
Pollyanne
God damn
She’s the finest woman in the land
And I would travel to Moscow again
To see her
I’ve been around the world
And I’ve met a lot of gals
Some of ‘em were lovers
And some of ‘em were pals
I remember Ruby
And I remember Fan
But the finest of them all
Was the sweet Pollyanne
With yarn in her hair
That has probably been glued
I can’t figure out
If her makeup is tattooed
With a sly smile
There’s a devious plan
Being concocted
In the head of Pollyanne
Her friend took her hand
And said they should depart
I knew from the start
That she would break my heart
But she turned and blew a kiss to me
Just before she ran
Now I’m standin’ in the street
Thinkin’ ‘bout Pollyanne
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10. |
Consolation
03:24
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You may not be rich
You may not have a car
You may not dress like
A magazine superstar
You may have to work
Make just enough for a bed and a bite
But if you’ve got someone who loves you
You’re doin’ allright
You may be a grunt
In some big company
You may shine the shoes
Of the successful and wealthy
Every day may be a struggle
Every day may be a fight
But if you’ve got someone who loves you
You’re doin’ allright
You may have no pressure
Comin’ from your faucet
You may have a negligent landlord
It might make you upset
You may look out your window
Get depressed about the site
But if you’ve got someone who loves you
You’re doin’ allright
You may be low income
Have a sub par apartment
You may have to have roommates
Just to pay the rent
You may be awoken
By arguments in the night
But if you’ve got someone who loves you
You’re doin’ allright
You may be down on your luck
Desperate and downtrodden
You may be eatin’ the dust
Of those who are hotroddin’
And even though they zoom past you
Someday they’ll hit a red light
And if you’ve got someone who loves you
You’re doin’ allright
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11. |
Winter in Canada
03:18
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As I head north
The birds fly south
I can see my breath
Comin’ out of my mouth
On holiday
To see my ma
Because it’s winter
In Canada
I pitch my tent
The cool winds blow
I drive the stakes
Into the snow
I wrap a wool scarf
Over my jaw
Because it’s winter
In Canada
I see a snow goose
Spread it’s wings
It knows the harsh times
That winter brings
It sees the trail left
From a bobcat’s paw
Because it’s winter
In Canada
I saw a poacher
Shoot a spotted owl
I was a witness
To somethin’ foul
He said he’d kill me
If I told what I saw
Here in the winter
In Canada
I see a buck
I see a doe
The temperature’s
30 below
It might be colder
In Siberia
But here it’s winter
In Canada
Hundred kilometers
From the nearest town
My sleeping bag
Is made of down
You know this weather
It can kill ya
Because it’s winter
In Canada
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12. |
Goodbye Traincar 8
03:38
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Together we’ve gone
5000 miles
Since I passed thru
Those eastern turnstiles
I’d rather do this
Any day than fly
But now it’s time
For me to say goodbye
We’ve gone past trees
We’ve gone past ferns
Gone past lakes
And controlled burns
It’s a site to behold
With the eye
But now it’s time
For me to say goodbye
Thru Ulan Ude,
Omsk, and Kirov
I never wanted
To get off
Now I think
I’m a well traveled guy
But now it’s time
For me to say goodbye
It’s been fun
But I must leave
I’ve been aboard
For 1 solid week
I’ve seen the lows and
I’ve seen the highs
But now it’s time
For me to say goodbye
Goodbye traincar 8
This is our final date
You’ve taken me so far
Now it’s time that we must part
Goodbye traincar 8
This is our final date
You’ve taken me so far
Now it’s time that we must part
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Lumpkins Bellingham, Washington
Lumpkins play uniquely Northwestern Country Music
Lumpkins
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David Ney - Guitar, Voice
Kevin Lee - Guitar, Voice
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Christopher Stainback - Bass
Ross Robinette - Drums
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