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Lazy
03:27
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Don't wanna do it, just want to sit here instead
If you can deal with the guilt it can be good for your head
Don't wanna do it, just need a little time off
To be all by myself with just my couch and my thoughts
You see, my natural inclination leans toward constant meditation
And without one hesitation I can say
That I much prefer hibernation to perennial migration
If I were a goose I'd surely take a plane
They call me lazy, lazy, and I I'd have to agree
They call me lazy, lazy, ah but what's that to me
Can't you see...
That I don't deserve gettin' beat up for just wantin' to put my feet up
So please excuse me kindly when I say
I'd rather sleep the day away, because the night's my time to play
Gets my juiced flowing and soothes my insanity
They call me lazy, lazy, and I I'd have to agree
They call me lazy, lazy, ah the climb's just too steep
Why can't you just let me sleep...
"Another hour, another day", they heard old Rip Van Winkle say
As he set his alarm to go off precisely at three
And there old Rip will lay my friends, until the judgement day
You see, I know.....Because he's just like me
They call me lazy, lazy....
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Halloween
03:11
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It’s a gross miscalculation to say that I’m insane
And I’m not superstitious ‘bout a broken window pane
So I’ll hold my breath ’til ten, we’ll do it all again, it’s Halloween
While the bloody pendulum swings, i don’t know up from down
It’s the wildest of dreams now that you are back in town
So I’ll hold my breath ’til ten, we’ll do it all again, it’s Halloween
Oh the Ghosts of Canterbury and the Hounds of Baskerville
Ain’t got nothin’ on you honey, when you move in for the kill
While the wind is wildly howling, in the night the spirits prowling
Halloween…it’s Halloween
Out of nowhere phantoms leering, through the mist their faces peering
Halloween…it’s Halloween
From my bed I’m fearful-leaping, from the shadows ghouls are creeping
Halloween…it’s Halloween
So child be wary while you’re sleeping, undead souls are grimly reaping
Halloween…it’s Halloween
What’s floating in your drink, dear, is that an olive or an eye?
Is it queer to think this way, dear, should I laugh or should I cry?
Though it started innocently, came upon me rather gently
You could say that I’ve gone quite insane
And despite all my best wishes, from now on I’m superstitious
Black cats, ladders, runnin’ round my brain
So I’ll hold my breath ’til ten, we’ll do it all again, it’s Halloween
Yes I’ll hold my breath ’til ten, we’ll do it all again, it’s Halloween
It’s Halloween…it’s Halloween
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Saint James Infirmary
05:08
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It was down in old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
The drinks were bein' served as usual
And the usual crowd was there
When up stepped old Joe McGinty
And his eyes, they were blood-shot red
As he poured himself one big old shot o' whiskey
Brother these were the words he said
I went down to Saint James Infirmary
Just to see my baby there
Stretched out on a big white table
So smooth, so cold, so fair...well
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
And she'll never find a man like me
There was sixteen coal-black horses
HItched to a rubber-tired hack
There was seven women goin' down to the graveyard
But only six of them was comin' back
Now that you heard my story
Pour me one more shot of booze
And if anyone comes askin' about me
Tell em' I've got the Saint James Infirmary blues
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Steam Powered Aeroplane
04:11
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Well I'm sailin' away on a steam-powered aeroplane
I went and I stayed and I damn near didn't come back again
Didn't go very fast on a steam-powered aeroplane
The wheels go around and up and down and inside and then back again
Sittin' on a seven-forty-seven just watchin' them clouds roll by
Can't tell if it's sunshine or it's rain
Rather be sittin' in a deck-chair high up over Kansas City
On my genuine, old-fashioned, all-authentic steam-powered airplane
Well I could be a pilot on a steam-powered aeroplane
I'd turn that pilot wheel around and then back again
And I'd wear a blue hat, yeah, that says' "steam-powered aeroplane"
The letters go around the rim and then back again
Sittin' on a seven-forty-seven just watchin' them clouds roll by
Can't tell if it's sunshine or it's rain
Rather be sittin' in a deck-chair high up over Kansas City
On my genuine, old-fashioned, all-authentic steam-powered aeroplane
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Parchman Farm
04:00
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Well I'm sittin' down here on Parchman Farm
Well I'm sittin' down here on Parchman Farm
Well I'm sittin' down here on Parhcman Farm
Aint' never done no man no harm
Well I'm sittin' down here on Number Nine
Yeah I'm sittin' down here on Number Nine
Well I'm sittin' down here on Number Nine
All I ever did was drink my wine
Well I'm puttin' that cotton in eleven-foot sack
Well I'm puttin' that cotton in eleven-foot sack
Well I'm puttin' that cotton in eleven-foot sack
Twelve-guage shotgun at my back
Well I'm sittin' down here for the rest of my life
Yeah I'm sittin' down here for the rest of my life
Well I'm sittin' down here for the rest of my life
And all I ever did was shoot my wife
On Parchman Farm, on Parchman Farm...
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Gaines and Wagoner Madison, Wisconsin
Based in Madison, WI, the award-winning husband and wife duo of Mary Gaines (cello, guitar, bass, vocals) and Chris Wagoner (violin, mandolins, lapsteel, ukulele, guitar, accordion, vocals) play an eclectic mix of Americana—original and classic tunes ranging from folk to jazz, bluegrass to blues, honky-tonk and a little singer-songwriter on the side. ... more
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