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Mudcrutch Album


Mudcrutch (04/29/2008)
04/29/2008
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June Apple
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House Of Stone
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Special Place (iTunes bonus track)
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(Chorus)

Shady Grove, my little love
Shady Grove, I say
Shady Grove, my little love
I'm bound to go away

Cheeks as red as blooming rose
And eyes are the prettiest brown
She's the darling of my heart
Sweetest lil' girl in town

(Chorus)

I wish I had a big fine horse
And corn to feed him on
And Shady Grove to stay at home
And feed him while I'm gone

(Chorus)

Went tpo see my Shady Grove
Standing in the door
Her shoes and stockin's in her hand
And her little bare feet on the door

(Chorus)

When I was a little boy
I wanted a Barlow knife
Now I want little Shady Grove
To say she'll be my wife

(Chorus)

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My love's an ocean
You better not cross it
Yeah
I've been the distance
And I need some rest
Yeah I had somebody once
And damn if I lost her
I've been running
Like a man possessed

I don't scare easy
Don't fall apart
When I'm under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain't gonna run
I don't scare easy
For no one

Yeah, I am a loser
At the top of my game
I should have known
To keep an eye on you
Now I got a God
It ain't never the same
Yeah, I got a dream
That don't ever come true

I don't scare easy
Don't fall apart
When I'm under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain't gonna run
I don't scare easy
For no one

Sun going down
On a canyon wall
I got a soul
That ain't never
Been blessed
Yeah and I'm a shadow
At the back of the hall
Yeah, I got a sin
I ain't never confessed

And I don't scare easy
Don't fall apart
When I'm under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain't gonna run
I don't scare easy
For no one

And I don't scare easy
Don't fall apart
When I'm under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain't gonna run
I don't scare easy
For no one

. . .


An orphan of the storm
She moved to Houston
To live below
That copper colored sky
Louisiana girl
Born into losing
The skyline of the city
Made her cry

(Chorus)

So lord send me down
A fallen angel
With a miracle to perform
And I ain't the kind
Who gives up
But I'm so tired of rain
Lord I'm just an
Orphan of the storm

She'd lived there before
When she was using
Now she's standing on
The same old street again
Yeah that hurricane
It blew her back to Houston
Had to give into
The devil's howling wind

(Chorus)
---

Now somewhere down the line
There must be salvation
She thought it through
20 years ago
But sin spoke
A constant invitation
It was in her veins
And wouldn't let her go

(Chorus 2x)

. . .


Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh
I'm rollin' down the Eastern Seaboard
I've got mydiesel wound up
She's running like she never did before
There's a speed zone ahead, all right
I don't see a cop in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight

I've got ten forward gears
And a Georgiea overdrive
I'm taking little white pills
My eyes are open wide
Well I just passed a 'Jimmy' and a 'White
I've been passin' everything in sight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight

Well it seems like a month
Since I kissed my baby good-bye
Could have a lot of women
But I'm not like some other guys
I could find one to hold me tight
But I could never believe it's right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight

Well the I.C.C. is checking down the line
I'm a little overweight and my log's three days behind
But nothing bothers me tonight
I can dodge them scales all right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight

Well my rig's a little old
That don't mean she's slow
And the smoke's rolling black as coal
Well my hometown's coming in sight
If you think I'm happy you're right
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight
Six days on the road and I'm gonna see my baby tonight

. . .


Crystal river
Got a woman on the other side
Crystal river
Got a woman on the other side
And nothin' can touch me here
Nothin' can touch me here
Nothin' can touch me here
On crystal river

I love her
I swear by the diamond sky
I love her
I swear by the diamond sky
And nothin' can touch me here
And nothin' can touch me here
And nothin' can touch me here
On crystal river

I'm dreamin'
Dreamin' where
The water's wide
Crystal river
Got a woman on the other side
And nothin' can touch me here
Nothin' can touch me here
No nothin' can touch me here
On crystal river

---

She's sleeping
Sleeping by the water side
She's sleeping
Out there on that bank
She lies
And nothin' can touch me here
Nothin' can touch me here
No nothin' can touch me here
On crystal river

. . .


Hey Maria with your kind eyes,
laugh through the day time. Night comes, she cries.
I am just a rider on this rough road,
driving some smoke up from old Mexico.

Oh Maria, whiskey and rye. Walking up the stairs with a man twice her size.
If I had money, I'd buy her a rose. Dress her in gold from her head to her toes.

Yeah Maria sparkles like sunlight on a lake. Every time she passes by, it's all that I can take. Maria, oh oh oh. Maria, oh oh oh.

Oh Maria stays out of the sun. Waits for the rain to fall down on her tongue. Hey Maria, give me a smile. Let me come over and stay for awhile.

Yeah Maria sparkles like sunshine on a lake. Every time she passes by, it's all that I can take. Maria, oh oh oh. Maria, oh oh oh.

Maria, oh oh oh. Maria, oh oh oh.

Yeah Maria, send me a smile. Let me come over and stay for awhile.

(end)

. . .


This is a good street. We never walked it. You never held my hand as we crossed it. We never stopped along here to light a cigarette.
This is a good street.

This is a good house. It wasn't our home. It never scuffed you here on this threshold. I never waited for you by the window.
This is a good house.

This is a good room. You never slept here. You can't betray the faith that is kept here and then no more tears will be wept here.
This is a good room.

This is a good bed. We never laid here. You can't erase the love that was made here. And a love that's love will not fade here.
This is a good bed.

This is a good heart and you can't take it. You can bend it, bruise it and shake it. But no my dear you can't break it.
This is good heart.

This is a good bed.

Tis is a good room.

This a good house.

This is a good street.
This is a good street.
This is a good street.

. . .


Well, my daddy took me campin'
Out under the stars
Left me by the fire
While he hit the bars
And I broke my finger
On a trailer hitch
Mamma called daddy
That son of a bitch, alright

Well a hundred miles to go
You draggin' your ass
I'm in a Japanese car
That ain't gonna last
And you forever drivin'
On the wrong side of the road
Wearing dungarees
That your mother stole

(Chorus)

Well my mamma loved me
But my daddy don't
I'm tryin' to work it all out
But I probably won't
I got a woman waiting
At the top of the stairs
It's the wrong thing to do
But I don't care

---

Well she was blond and tall
She was 23
Brought into the world
To get the best of me
And she never paid back
Half what she stole
She wanted my money
So I gave her my soul

(Chorus)
---

Well I was flying half mast
On the 4th of July
In a bar in Lake City
With a western tie
And I was thinkin' hard
About changin' my name
And headed for Miami
When the daylight came

(Chorus)

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Darlin' you know I'm leavin' in the mornin'
And it's true I might not be comin' back
But you don't need to go into mournin'
Because for love you will never lack

(Chorus)

'Cause you're the Queen of the Go-Go Girls
You're laughin' while you work
But I don't ever seem to get the joke
You're smilin' at all the guys
In the shadows where they lurk
Gazing through their cigarette smoke

Well I've had a good time hangin' with you baby
In your fantasy world I've learned a lot
And I can't say that I won't miss you baby
And all the royal treatment that I got

(Chorus)

Well I guess I'll be goin' now I'm leavin'
But I won't forget the way you treated me
Don't give me too much of that cryin'
I know you'll be happy that you're free

Cause you're the Queen of the Go-Go Girls
You're laughin' while you work
But I don't really see what's so funny
You're smilin' at all the guys
In the shadows where they lurk
So I'll just have to see you later honey
Yeah you're smilin' at all the guys
In the shadows where they lurk
So I'll just have to see you later honey

. . .

June Apple

[No lyrics]

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(Byrds cover song)

Catfish pie in gris gris bag
I'm the lover of the bayou
Pack your doorstep with a half wet rag
I'm the lover of the bayou
I was raised and swam with the crocodile
Snake-eye taught me the Mojo style
Sucked and weaned on chicken bile
I'm the lover of the bayou

I learned the key to the master lock
Learned to float in the water clock
Learned to capture the lightning shock
I'm the lover of the bayou
And I got cat's an' teeth and hair for sale
I'm the lover of the bayou
And there are zombies on your tail
I'm the lover of the bayou

I cooked a bat in a gumbo pan
I drank the blood from a rusty can
Turned me into the Hunger Man
I'm the lover of the bayou, yeah.

. . .


I see her riding. See her riding every day.
I see her riding. See her riding every day.
Well, she's my Topanga Cowgirl. Comes at sunset every day.

Pacific Ocean between the rocks and the sky.
Pacific Ocean between the rocks and the sky.
and my Topanga Cowgirl waves her hand as she rides by.

It's Golden Hour for the shoot-down on the sand.
It's Golden Hour for the shoot-down on the sand.
yes, and my Topanga Cowgirl holds the reins in her right hand.

My Topanga Cowgirl.
My Topanga Cowgirl.

(end)

. . .


I'm a bootleg flyer, and I work alone.
I'm a radar hider, turn your head and I'm gone.

Gonna set her down easy on a dirt road. I'm gonna land her on sand. Moonshine on the Redwood Forest with money across my hand.

I'm a bootleg flyer, oh oh oh.

I'm a bootleg flyer, cargo in the back.
I'm a tree-top glider, I never leave the track.

Thrown over napalm, I've flown under fire and I go rain or sun.
In a world where no one knows me, I'm a motherless son.

I'm a bootleg flyer, oh oh.

I'm a bootleg flyer, and I work alone.
I got wings for hire, drive my load and I'm gone.

I'm a bootleg flyer and I work alone.
I'm a tree-top glider. Drive my load and I'm gone.

(end)

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House Of Stone

[No lyrics]

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Special Place

[No lyrics]

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