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Hayseed Dixie Album



2007
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6.
Before Your Old Man Gets Home
7.
8.
More Pretty Girls Than One
9.
10.
Walking Cane
11.
12.
Hungover Brokedown
13.
14.
The Rider Song
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18.
Barbeque
. . .


A Cheap holiday in other peoples misery!

I don't wanna holiday in the sun
I wanna go to new Belsen
I wanna see some history
'Cause now i got a reasonable economy

Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall

Sensurround sound in a two inch wall
Well I was waiting for the communist call
I dared to ask for sunshine, and I got World War three
I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me!

Now I got a reason, Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason,
Now I got a reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall

They're staring all night and
They're staring all day
I had no reason to be here at all
But now i gotta reason it's no real reason
And I'm waiting at Berlin Wall

I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
I gonna go over and over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall

Claustrophobia there's too much paranoia
There's too many closets oh when will we fall?
And now I gotta reason,
It's no real reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall

I gotta go over the Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
It's third rate
Cheap dialogue,cheap essential scenery
I gotta go over the wall
I wanna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this bit at all...
I'm gonna go over the wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
Please don't be waiting for me

. . .


I've had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the cat at my door
So I came into you sweet lady
Answering your mystical call

Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
And I knew it was a spell she cast

She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you...
She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you from behind...

Give me the ring on your finger
Let me see the lines on your hand
I can see me a tall dark stranger
Giving you what you hadn't planned

I drank the potion she offered me
I found myself on the floor
Then I looked in those big green eyes
And I wondered what I came there for...

She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you...
She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you from behind...

If you're out on a moonlit night
Be careful of them neighbourhood strays
Of a lady with long black hair
Tryin' to win you with her feminine ways

Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
You'd better get out of there fast...

She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you...
She's just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She's gonna get you...

(x3 to fade)

. . .


Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what ya done?'
This used to be the life but I don't need another one
You like cuttin' up and carrying on, you wear them gowns
So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down?

So I play along when I hear that special song
I'm gonna be the one who gets it right
You better move when you're swingin' round the room
Looks like magic's solely ours tonight

But I don't feel like dancin'
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can't find a way
You'd think that I could muster up
A little soft-shoe gentle sway
But I don't feel like dancin'
No sir, no dancin' today

Don't feel like dancin', dancin'
Even if I find nothin' better to do
Don't feel like dancin', dancin'
Why'd you break it down when I'm not in the mood?
Don't feel like dancin', dancin'
Rather be home with the one in the bed till dawn with you

Cities come and cities go just like the old empires
When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile
You got so many colors, make a blind man so confused
Then why can't I keep up when you're the only thing I lose?

So I just pretend that I know which way to bend
And I'm gonna tell the whole world that you're mine
Just please understand when I see you clap your hands
If you stick around I'm sure that it'll be fine

But I don't feel like dancin'
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can't find a way
You'd think that I could muster up
A little soft-shoe gentle sway
But I don't feel like dancin'
No sir, no dancin' today

Don't feel like dancin', dancin'
Even if I find nothin' better to do
Don't feel like dancin', dancin'
Why'd you break it down when I'm not in the mood?
Don't feel like dancin', dancin'
Rather be home with the one in the bed till dawn with you

You can't make me dance around
But your two-step makes my chest pound
Just lay me down
As you float away into the shimmer light

But I don't feel like dancin'
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can't find a way
You think that I could muster up
A little soft-shoe gentle sway
But I don't feel like dancin'
No sir, no dancin' today

Don't feel like dancin', dancin' (I don't feel like dancin')
Even if I find nothin' better to do
Don't feel like dancin', dancin' (I don't feel like dancin')
Why'd you break it down when I'm not in the mood?
Don't feel like dancin', dancin' (No, I don't feel like dancin')
Rather be home with the one in the bed till dawn, with you

. . .


She was skinny when I met her
Used to buy her lingerie, now I wish she'd wear a sweater
And all I do is work all day so I can get her more food
Well, she eats me outta house and home
I used to like to love her now I leave her alone
She's up to 300 pounds, or better
She was skinny when I met her

She likes chocolate cake, she likes t-bone steak
Now the bathroom scale is about to break
She used to be petite - now she can't see her feet
And all she does is lay around the house and eat

She was skinny when I met her
Used to buy her lingerie, now I wish she'd wear a sweater
And all I do is work all day so I can get her more food
Well, she eats me outta house and home
I used to like to love her now I leave her alone
She's up to 300 pounds, or better
She was skinny when I met her

She likes barbeque, she likes a roast beef stew
She keeps on getting bigger, Lord, but what can I do?
She used to be really hot, I used to love her a lot
But now with three inches of hair and four inches of fat, well, I run outta what I got

Yeah, she was skinny when I met her
Used to buy her lingerie, now I wish she'd wear a sweater
And all I do is work all day so I can get her more food
Well, she eats me outta house and home
I used to like to love her now I leave her alone
She's up to 300 pounds, or better
She was skinny when I met her

. . .


Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields,
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever...

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields,
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever...

No one, I think, is in my tree. I mean, it must be high or low.
That is, you can't, you know, tune in, but it's all right.
That is, I think it's not too bad.

Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields,
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever...

Always, no, sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think er, no, I mean, er, yes, but it's all wrong.
That is, I think I disagree.

Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields,
Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry fields forever...
Strawberry fields forever...
Strawberry fields forever...

If it hadn't been for cotton eyed joe
I'd have been married a long time ago
Where did you come, from where did you go
Where did you come from, cotton eyed joe

. . .

Before Your Old Man Gets Home

[No lyrics]

. . .


There I was completely wasted
Out of work and down
All inside it's so frustrating
As I drift from town to town
Feel as though nobody cares
If I live or die
So I might as well begin
To put some action in my life

Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law

So much for the golden future
I can't even start
I've had every promise broken
And there's anger in my heart
You don't know what it's like
You don't have a clue
If you did you'd find yourselves
Doing the same thing too

Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law

You don't know what it's like

Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law

. . .

More Pretty Girls Than One

[No lyrics]

. . .


Get down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down deeper and down

I want all the world to see
To see you're laughing, and you're laughing at me
I can take it all from you
Again again again again
Again again again and deeper and down

Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down deeper and down

I have all the ways you see
To keep you guessing, stop your messing with me
You'll be back to find your way
Again again again again
Again-gain-gain-gain deeper and down

Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down

Get down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down deeper and down

I have found you out you see
I know what you're doing, what you're doing to me
I'll keep on and say to you
Again again again again
Again-gain-gain-gain deeper and down

Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Down down deeper and down
Get down

. . .

Walking Cane

[No lyrics]

. . .


I see a red door and I want it painted black.
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black,
With flowers and my love both never to come back.
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away.
Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day.

I look inside myself and see my heart is black.
I see my red door and must have it painted black.
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts,
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue.
I could not foresee this thing happening to you.
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun,
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes.

I see a red door and I want it painted black.
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.
I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.

Hmm...

I wanna see your face painted black.
Black as night, black as coal.
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky.
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yeah!

Hmm...

. . .

Hungover Brokedown

[No lyrics]

. . .


Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (Too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

One look (One look) could kill (Could kill)
My pain, your thrill

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
Just wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (Too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison (Poison)

I wanna love you, I better not touch (Don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (Too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

I don't wanna break these chains, poison (Poison)
Burning deep inside my veins
Burning deep (Poison) inside my veins, poison (Poison)
I don't wanna (Poison) break these chains
(Poison) Poison

. . .

The Rider Song

[No lyrics]

. . .


Searching for a well built eighteen- to thirty-year-old man, to slaughter.
The master butcher.

Today I will meet a guy
who likes to eat me.
Smooth pieces and also hard ones
are standing on the menu.

'Cause you are, what you eat
And you know what it is!

It is my part – no
My part – no
'Cause it is my part! – no
My part – no

The blunt blade, good and right,
I'm bleeding strong and I'm sick.
I have to fight against swooning,
but I keep eating with cramps.

It is so well spiced and so nicely flambéed
And so lovingly served on porcelain,
With it a good wine and tender candlelight,
Yeah, I take my time,
Some culture has to be!

'Cause you are, what you eat
And you know what it is!

It is my part – no
My part – no
'Cause it is my part! – no
Yes, it's my part – no

A scream will go unto the skies,
Cuts itself through a troop of angels,
Down from the skies are dropping flesh and feathers
Atop my childhood with shrieks.

It is my part – no
My part – no
'Cause it is my part! – no
My part – no

. . .


everytime i walk down the street - erection
when i see a women that i'd like to beat - erection
i think of blood, i think of love - erection
i think of blood, i think of love - erection

oh, i got erection
oh, i got erection
oh, i got erection
oh, i got erection

when i set a house on fire - erection
once a liver, now she's a dier - erection
when i dig a hole in the ground - erection
when i hear that hard rock sound - erection

oh, i got erection
oh, i got erection
oh, i got erection
oh, i got erection

. . .


Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt
Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt

Und dazu
Ein belegtes Brot mit Schinken
Ein belegtes Brot mit Ei
Das sind zwei belegte Brote
Eins mit Schinken und eins mit Ei

Und dazu
Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt
Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
Bommerlunder eisgekühlt

Und dazu
Ein belegtes Brot mit Schinken (SCHINKEN!)
Ein belegtes Brot mit Ei (EI!)
Das sind zwei belegte Brote
Eins mit Schinken und eins mit Ei

Und dazu
Eisgekühlter Bommerlunder
(repeat)

. . .

Barbeque

[No lyrics]

. . .


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