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Gypsy Death Rattle
04:09
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Come one come all, here we go
Buy a ticket to the traveling show
We got freaks, obese, and Siamese twins
Seeing is believing, let the fun begin!
So we set upon them at about a quarter past three
Said do you wanna catch a show for cheap
And if you got a couple minutes, some nickels and dimes
Come on in and have a good time!
I know I can't help myself
I'm just an ol' Gypsy looking for my wealth
And I can see death around the way
So I roam from town to town
Just another passerby never bedding down
And I won't change
No I won't change, that's just the Gypsy way.
Been working way too long
Them eyes have long since gone
They couldn't wait to see
Well we got just about ten minutes to show
And after that there won't be no more
So come on man
Get your freak fix in!
I know I can't help myself
I'm just an ol' Gypsy looking for my wealth
And I can see death around the way
So I roam from town to town
Just another passerby never bedding down
And I won't change
No I won't change, that's just the Gypsy way.
See I'm a nomad, a vagabond
A drifter if you will
This here's the kind of life that we Gypsies live
I'm like a vampire on the first blood of the night
Beware of the Gypsy girl batting her eyes
Cause it's the Gypsy Way, the Gypsy Way
It's the Gypsy Way, the Gypsy Way
At the end of the day, it's all I know.
I know I can't help myself
I'm just an ol' Gypsy looking for my wealth
And I can see death around the way
So I roam from town to town
Just another passerby never bedding down
And I won't change
No I won't change, that's just the Gypsy way.
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2. |
Slow Down Dave
04:39
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A case of Schmitty on the grass patio
Burn another palette on the fire
She's on about the next Olympics
Or the cars in the garage
Or a girl that he used to know
Go down to drink at the General's grave
Maybe then a walkabout
The days are shorter now than ever before
All more reason to be stepping out
But you better
Slow down Dave
You can sleep when you die so in the meantime
Put the pedal to the floor
Never mind the cars in the lake
Or the one that got away
Yeah we're on a holiday
He's off to the cabin in the woods
To set it all ablaze
His only solace is that jesus
On those nine-month days
And I think you better
Slow down Dave
Let's go for a stroll
Let the good times roll
Let's go for a ride
Put all your troubles aside
But you better
Slow down Dave
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3. |
Jitterbug Perfume
03:52
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I sold my soul to a Voodoo queen
At a dive in New Orleans
She sent me on my way with new dancing shoes
And Jitterbug Perfume
She said "I warn you girl,
There ain't much in this world
That a man wouldn't do
To get a little taste of you."
My little primrose honey
I'm sweet on the way you move
You got me ranting and raving
You're so intoxicating
And so I lured him home
Like a dog to a bone
Didn't realize it'd kick in so soon
That Jitterbug Perfume
Another soul
To make my own
Can't seem to shake
That feeling feels so right
A girl could get used to this.
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4. |
Waiting to Collide
04:07
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Well I knew, knew, knew the day would come
When I'd make that call
But I'll save that love for another day
And I sang, sang, sang the songs
That our fathers sung before
And those better days are dead and gone
These modern times, these co-called "men"
Enough to drive you mad
Squandered souls disgrace us all
They fill their greedy pockets
All up to their tailored trim
But that gold gets heavy when it's sink or swim
So come what may
The train rolls on
Only for so long
These complicated tomes.
And I'll ride, ride, ride until the desert sands
Wreck my hide
They cross my path and catch my wrath
Just waiting to collide
Well it's all just a bit of a toll
And it's all a lot of out of control
All right
And I'm lashing sticks
Right to the steel
While heathens get their sums
The fuse I lit will light that path
From here to Kingdom Come
Well you told me what I wanted to hear
But your future's never sounded so clear
All right
But come what may
The train rolls on
Only for so long
These complicated tomes
And I do, do, do everything that I can
This absolution don't come easy to these dirty hands
And I do, do, do everything that I can
This absolution don't come easy to these dirty hands
These dirty hands
These dirty hands.
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5. |
Ishmael
03:49
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You can call me Ishmael
I've been looking for a white whale
On account of Captain Ahab
What a man
God rest his soul
I've been out here chasing dreams
And licking oil from the seams
At the mercy of a madman
Oh man
But it takes its toll
Been at sea for a little bit
A little longer than I would like to admit
I seen him walking on a fish bone
A crew the color of the rainbow
But to him it don't matter none
He knows his role
Let me breathe for a little while
Let me breathe for a little while
You just keep on closing in
You just keep on closing in
Keep on keep on closing in
Keep on keep on closing in
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Hey pretty lady with your red dress on
Lean a little closer let me sing you a song
You got somewhere we can go for a while?
I can tell you're talking 'bout a roll in the straw
Girl your huff 'n' puffin' is shaking me
You got me buzzing like a honey bee
I wanna feel your sting, let me get you alone
Well I hear you come a-knockin'
But you can't come home
Hey pretty lady you're next in line
Buy me a drink and I might give you the time
I'm swimming in the scent of your sweet perfume
Stick with me babe, I'll make you howl at the moon
Girl your huff 'n' puffin' is shaking me
You got me buzzing like a honey bee
I wanna feel your sting, let me get you alone
Well I hear you come a-knockin'
But you can't come home
Huff, puff, blow the house down
Hey pretty lady, saved the best for last
Lips can do me service, they can kiss my ass
Girl I got what you need, girl I can be your fix
All you need to do is hit the bricks
Girl your huff 'n' puffin' is shaking me
You got me buzzing like a honey bee
I wanna feel your sting, let me get you alone
Well I hear you come a-knockin'
But you can't come home
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Hightail
03:23
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I got that pedal to the medal
I got her beggin' for more
That engine's screamin' and wailin'
And I keep it on the floor
I got her thinkin' it's magic
She got me thinkin' it's tragic
My momma told me I'm in over my head
Oh no, oh no, oh yeah
But make no mistake, I'll hightail it and run
My little lady's ridin' shotgun
Down that Route 66
The bells are ringin' in that chapel
Where we gonna get hitched
I got her thinkin' it's magic
She got me thinkin' it's tragic
My momma told me I'm in over my head
Oh no, oh no, oh yeah
But make no mistake, I'll hightail it and run
Black hair pulled back
Red lips, painted up like Betty Paige
The gang's all here now let's kick back
And let The King take the stage
I got her thinkin' it's magic
She got me thinkin' it's tragic
My momma told me I'm in over my head
Oh no, oh no, oh yeah
But make no mistake, I'll hightail it and run
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8. |
On Down the Road
02:47
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I got the Devil riding shotgun
A .44 on my side
Whispering in my ear
"Let's take a ride"
On down the road
Nothing standing in the way
Of my black top Chevrolet
I got miles and miles to go
Before I sleep
Come on sing it now
On down the road
I'm going 90-to-nothing
Towing a heavy load
If I can just hang on
I'm gonna be there in
1-2-3-4
In the taillights' fading glow
I let those behind me go
For better or worse
I'll never know
Come on sing it now
On down the road
I'm going 90-to-nothing
Towing a heavy load
If I can just hang on
I'm gonna be there in
1-2-3-4
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9. |
River's Edge
05:21
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Everybody holds their own little secrets
No I'm not anybody new
I'm sitting here with myself
And I'm cold and I'm lost
And I'm haunted by
The heavy ghost of you
If I walk you to the river's edge
You're gonna wind up on the riverbed
I took two lives and I called them best friend
I took two lives and I'll do it again
Know he probably deserved it
And I ain't never gonna speak the names of the dead
So kindly pour me a whiskey
And let me hang my head
You know I've got to hold on
Hold on this prophecy
And wait until they get it out of me
If I walk you to the river's edge
You're gonna wind up on the riverbed
I took two lives and I called them best friend
I took two lives and I'll do it again
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10. |
Nightery
04:39
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Got a belly full of lead
And a heart made of stone
Well they don't come much harder
Than where I come from
Oh yeah, alright, get along.
Go to sleep in muddy water
Give me chill to the bone
Dry my head on a cold tombstone
Oh yeah, the only place I ever feel at home.
The scene is set, the actors wait in tow
Take the stage, we're ready for a show!
Come with us, frolick in the moonlight
Come now, get lost in revelry
With the beauties from East Berlin
Drown your sorrows in a bottle of gin
What you'll see is such a sin
At Nightery!
The curtain comes down, the players have had their fun
The show may be over, but our night has just begun!
Go to sleep in muddy water,
Give me chill to the bone,
Dry my head on a cold tombstone.
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Tennessee Stiffs Red Wing, Minnesota
Tennessee Stiffs formed in late 2011. Fueled by their eclectic musical interests, they were determined to create something never heard before. Seamlessly blending blues, rock 'n' roll, folk, and alternative country into a powerful and provocative product. They released their third album, a concept double LP "Dearly Departed" in 2022, and now reside in Red Wing, MN. New acoustic album in the works ... more
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