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Lowdown and Depressed, In The Hot Sun Of Vernon
Wishing that my heart would stop hurting
well it ain't been a long time
Sunburnt regrets
And Blakes homemade moonshine
Jim Cut Kevin
But I was further, further down your line
Now you can lock my heart in a cedar box
but promise you'll never give up
Dreams the only thing
that won't leave you in a break up
people of plasticine and my tears seem to scare them
can you really blame this poor merritt man now just for caring
While I cried all Over B.C
Oh Lord nothings wrong with me
Shouldn't live in my feeling
but fuck it
it's rent free
Now i found a flinging singing lady
and i told her that i loved her
her Ex man said he oughta kick my teeth in
now I'm in the boat with him
and let me tell you buddy
well I'm pretty sure it's sinking
and I don't seem to be good
at nothing, but sitting here and drinking
-- Inst --
So I'll drink another round
pushing up that boulder till i tell myself I'm proud
You fade to the background of the crowd
and the horn section sounds
like a bomb
dropping on a town
Now I'm Lowdown And Depressed In The Hot Sun Of Vernon
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Well there's dust in the air lord
Boys in the Field
Now there's dust in the air
Boys they in the fields
I'm driving like a dead man baby I'll ride
that coffin with the wheels
Now it's a long way to the horse tracks
just to lose some dough
Now it's a Looooong Stuff
Just to lose some dough
If the 99 won't take ya baby
take a gram or two and you'll be good to go
Only Lord Knows
Should I kill myself or make a cup of coffee
Chord Organs Poor prose
And the Devils In Your Food
Now boys
Ya
Boys
Ya
Boooooooooys
Now Jamie said
Said i gotta great idea
said i gotta great idea great idea great idea
We'll move to smithers
settle down and open up a bar
sell drugs to people in arm chairs
(people in arm chairs)
Well i said hey buddy that's a great idea
I left all my drugs back in north korea
he said that's fine give me 20 dollars
and i never saw james again
Well
Only Lord Knows
Should I kill myself or make a cup of coffee
Chord Organs Poor prose
And the Devils In Your Food
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Curlys in the backseat singing like a lark
I'm in the front seat rolling up a dart
Burton Montana now he can't stand up
got too drunk at the bottom of atlanta
say stop your smoking and your K snorting
Could if I would but If I Did I'd Be dead
Said I Got Too drunk I forgot my name
say what's my name?
Say what's my name
Ol Spanky Will
I bet she calls me
I bet she will
In another lifetime
She'll be yours
But I only got one life brother tell your sister and your mother, your mama and your papa don't talk to no coppers if I had a lot of money then I'd have a lot of money but I'm broke
--Guitar licks--
-- Sax Solo --
-- Drum Solo --
Strolling down the street with my last john player
Got drunk all day so call it all Day'r
Some born rich well i know it ain't fair
just leave it to your son and put it in your air
Born to be blue and i do it damn well
Ain't got a clue if this is heaven or hell
I got too drunk i forgot my name
say what's my name?
Say what's my name
Ol Spanky Will
I bet she calls me
I bet she will
In another lifetime
She'll be yours
But I only got one life brother tell your sister and your mother, your mama and your papa don't talk to no coppers if I had a lot of money then I'd have a lot of money but I'm broke
im broke im broke im broke
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I got her letter in an old mail box
I forgot I had at a little truck stop
And I read it once, and then I read it again
I could hardly keep from cryin'
I've been drivin' around the last week or so
With an empty truck, I don't have a load
And I don't care 'cause to tell you the truth
I think I might be dying
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
At the side of the road, he said you're a mess
When I told him she didn't leave an address
Then he got another call said wait right here
I'll be back in a little while
I put my head across my arms
Slept on the wheel for an hour or more
And I started it up and took off into the night
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
I've been high-centered, low throttle
When I couldn't stop, I peed in a bottle
I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams
Look like a party of five
I've been beat up, broke down
Loaded on a truck and driven into town
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
I always thought she'd be there at the end of the line
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up in a recipe
Coca-cola and coffee to wash it down
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
Sometimes I feel like my wheels ain't touchin' the ground
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How's it going
OhY'know
oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow
ain't so bad
can't complain
feels like somethings
never change
feels like somethings will never be the same
How's it going
OhY'know
oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow
Hole in my boot
and my shoelace broke
shit outta luck spent my last buck on a pack of smokes
How's it going
OhY'know
oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow
fell in love
for the first time
since the first time
that i fell in love
now we're holding hands holding hands holding hands
--guitar solo--
How's it going
OhY'know
oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow
Well the girl of my dreams she don't love me anymore
my best friends fucking dead he ain't make it to 24
feel like i'm always working so why am i so poor
feel like i'm always drinking i don't want to anymore
How's it going
OhY'know
oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow oh yknow
It's been a looooong time
we've come a looooong way-ay
there's been some haaaaaaa-ard times
there's been some gooo-oood days
we've lost a goooooood friend
but we gonna be
oh yknow
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I had a dream I was under the ground
My friends and family were buried all around and a
Worm took a bite of me
And then he washed it down with a bite of you
The same worms that eat me will someday eat you too
They gonna eat you
Nibbled on your feet and they nibbled on my toes
They become the same when our bodies decompose
You'll turn into dirt someday, same dirt as me
Like one becomes a two and a two becomes a three
The same worms that eat me will someday eat you too
I had a dream I was under the ground
My friends and family were buried all around
A worm took a bite of me
And then he washed it down with a bite of you, a bite of you
The same worms that eat me will someday eat you too
They gonna eat you
They're gonna nibble on you hair
They're gonna eat you up
Gonna slither all around you, touch you everywhere
We got the same worms
We got the same worms
We got the same worms, baby
They gonna eat you
The same worms that eat me will someday eat you too
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she drank gooseberry wine
from a gentlemans cup
Me i'm doing fine
well I can't stand up
Quart of Canadian club
in a lane of my own
somebody took my drugs
so then i went home
If i could only be somebody else
while I'd probably love my life
have a car in the garage
two kids in the yard and a decent looking wife
but those drinks of shame and grapes of pain
while they leave me ass on the grass
if i could only be somebody else
while anyone else would pass
-- Guitar Solo --
-- Tenor sax solo --
She drank gooseberry wine
and put a dime on the tracks
broken boys drink from there cracked cups
and watch a clarient dance
Said she'd always be true
then told a lie of her past
she wears a dress of champaigne boys
i wear a suit of broken glass
Now boys
Ya
Boys
Ya
Boys
Ya
Boys
Ya
Boys
Can the Goose talk?
Ya
Can the Horn Honk?
Ya
Can the boy Sqwonk?
Ya
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Ya Ya Ya
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All night long on the broken glass
Livin' in a medicine chest
Mediterranean hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk
The monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan
They paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My baby's coming home today
Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
Get me out of town is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's the festival
Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
Get me out of town is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's the festival
Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
Take me down to buy a tux on Red Rose Bear
Got to cut a hole in the day
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My baby's coming home today
Sell me one of those if I shave my head
Get me out of town is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's the festival
Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
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Well Matt He spoke
Of No True Love
On the couch where he grew up
his cancer grows stronger everyday
but boys her hair was made of dreams
up on the hill where travelers scheme
of love and hope and sadness
just for a change
while i thought i could walk
i thought i could stand
but then i saw them holding hands
it hurt worse then when she stabbed me in the rain
while i tried to sleep and i tried to cry
and i put up my favourite records to remind
myself of my dreams and why i'm alive
well you may of hurt me
but i'm still alive
and it's pretty damn lucky
i'm never gonna die
while i'll write my symphony
and try to survive
my pain
while i cried so much
my heart turned blue
i know that he's
in love with you
i know that i'm
in love with you
well
oh, lord, what's a poor young merritt man from merritt meant to do
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Recorded Live On Spankys 25th birthday, the boys lay down one of the sets they have cooked up from a bus-stop off of main and 3rd. Lotta noise noise noise, words words words.
released November 24, 2023
Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar - Spank Williams
Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals - Emmett Jerome
Bass Guitar - Cyrus Jordan
Drums - Tyler Murray
Tenor Saxophone - Adam Kyle
Mixing, Recording - Jackson Gardner
