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You had to dance with Devil son
To spin this rhapsody
Where ya gonna go when Jesus comes
When you won't bend the knee?
I've been burned by the fire and rod
To spin this rhapsody
And I'll go forth by the grace of god
But still won't bend the knee
A rolling drum shining horns
Chooglin pain
On some tracks so worn well
I could have sworn that the lord was called
To spin this rhapsody
Bird in the hand two fish on a rod
Still won't bend the knee
Struck like lightnin' from the seat of god
To spin this rhapsody
I never give it a second thought
Still won't bend the knee
A rolling drum shining horns
Chooglin pain
On some tracks so worn well
As the blood flowed down into the stream
I put my hands to god Eyes began to gleam
You had to dance with Devil son
To spin this rhapsody
Where ya gonna go when Jesus comes
When you won't bend the knee?
I've been burned by the fire and rod
To spin this rhapsody
And I'll go forth by the grace of god
But still won't bend the knee
A rolling drum shining horns
Chooglin pain
On some tracks so worn well
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2. |
Matchstick Blues
03:03
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I rode in to Vicksburg Mississippi
I'd come down from Ft Smith Arkansas
And met an ole grave robber on the banks down by the river
A snake up on a casket 'hind his door the gates of hell
I said oh well
If I'm gonna lose
Drug abuse
Matchstick blues
Spark and smoke and flame
Got family round there and I know they kinda miss me
But I've been around seen some things they never saw
And tried hard fit this rounder in the square that you all sold hell
Sat down on an old stump a felt that I failed
I know I'd settle
For My slice of pie
In the by an by
But please don't lie
And tell me this spit is rain
Turns out it was hope, and waiting round that kills me
I've looked around a seen a world that wants to brawl
revolver stowed by my side and always prepped for trouble
never in the wrong ..Its the tolling of the bell
I can't quell
The urge to run
Follow the sun
Live by the gun
I might regret that one day
I rode in to Vicksburg Mississippi
I'd come down from Ft Smith Arkansas
And met an ole grave robber on the banks down by the river
A snake up on a casket 'hind his door the gates of hell
I said oh well
If I'm gonna lose
Drug abuse
Matchstick blues
Spark and smoke and flame
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3. |
No Less No More
02:29
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Poor old Reverend Moore
Three rounds from a 44
No less No more
Young Maybelle he adored
Lay dead on the alter floor
No less, No More
If you took her life
You're going down in the dirt
Where the bones reside
No less no more
The truth I can't ignore
Half drunk from the night before
No Less No more
A worried look was worn
Hand placed on a book and swore
No less No more
If what you say's a lie
You're going down in the dirt
Where the bones reside
No less no more
Before she hit the floor
Deaths boat had rowed to shore
No less no more
Bones rolled round her hand
Maybelle do you understand
No less no more
I know he took your life
You're going down in the dirt
Where the bones reside
No less no more
Poor old Reverend Moore
Three rounds from a 44
No less No more
Young Maybelle he adored
Lay dead on the alter floor
No less, No More
If you took her life
You're going down in the dirt
Where the bones reside
No less no more
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4. |
Unbound
02:47
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A sharpened smile walked through the door
Writhe in pain rolling on the floor
I feel the devils gonna take one more
Picked up six just the night before
His head swells up as his pockets start to round
Another soul from the battlegrounds
Lightning crash and the thunder pounds
One more soul to the underground
A spit sheened mouth relayin there ain't no other way around
One more soul to the underground
Unbound
One more soul to the underground
There weren't no deal weren't no plan
No dotted line no pen in hand
A little red poke full o dividends
Says it pays to keep an eye on them
The dead picked up like a shinin' penny found
Two more souls from the battlegrounds
Lightning crash and the thunder pounds
Two more souls to the under ground
And seems sad to say it it he had no part to play in this round
Two more souls to the underground
Unbound
Two more souls to the underground
Now I can't say if I speak the truth
If I speak for god or I speak for you
If I speak for him I wish I knew.
How many more he will accrue?
His head swells up as his pockets start to round
Three more souls from the battlegrounds
Lightning crash and the thunder pounds
Three more soul to the underground
A slanted scene is raging with so much wealth to go around
Three more souls to the underground
Unbound
Three more souls to the underground
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5. |
Banks
02:41
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A sudden cold the wind does blow
Wave the grasses bends the trees
The papers fold there goes my soul
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me
My dear Lucy Bell
Her daddy locked me in cell
No more will you think of me
He tried to put me in the ground
Left his pistol laying 'round
No more will you think of me
A sudden cold the wind does blow
Wave the grasses bend the trees
The papers fold there goes my soul
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me
The sun had gone down
As I headed out of town
No more will you think of me
Hellhounds on my trail
Another bucket down that well
No more will you think of me
A sudden cold the wind does blow
Wave the grasses bend the trees
The papers fold there goes my soul
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me
Walking down the road from me
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6. |
Roll In Yer Shoe
02:20
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I see no secrets
I see no truth
All dressed in sequins
With red matching shoes
You rollin banked stowed
Wallet won't do
Writ on a tattered
Roll in your shoe
War rides a red horse
Famine on black
Savior on a white horse
Scratch on his back
Ashen was deaths horse
Followed by doom
Sound of the trumpet
Cuts through the room
Lives like trinkets
Lined on a shelf
No one can reach for
No one can help
A deadened drum beats with
Purpose and time
One hand moves closer
One tows the line
I see no secrets
I see no truth
All dressed in sequins
With red matching shoes
You rollin banked stowed
Wallet won't do
Writ on a tattered
Roll in your shoe
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7. |
Faith and Wispy Wills
02:56
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Fly true my charges and tell
The whole world I have fallen Ill
I can't be freed or pardoned
From pills that I discretely spilled
Lost my will
Had my fill
Laid down on the hill
I've left it up to fate,
Faith and wispy wills
Now had my conscience left there It could be hell I'd have to pay
But I'd seen death start stalling Cold hands I'd slipped through for the day
I got away
A slight delay
Another round I'll stay
I know when I stopped smiling Lost my teeth for a second time
My fault I started piling
Old pains that I had left behind
Now I find
There's a line
Gettin harder to define
Fly true my charges and tell
The whole world I have fallen Ill
I can't be freed or pardoned
From pills that I discretely spilled
Lost my will
Had my fill
Laid down on the hill
I've left it up to fate,
Faith and wispy wills
Go on by prayer and on wing
I've skipped his judgment twice they say
I've heard the thirds so charming
Old tape that's played till it decays
And Fades away
Ain't no trace
So long to yesterday
Fly true my charges and tell
The whole world I have fallen Ill
I can't be freed or pardoned
From pills that I discretely spilled
Lost my will
Had my fill
Laid down on the hill
I've left it up to fate,
Faith and wispy wills
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8. |
Shors Bone
02:15
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Shors Bone made a run for the timber
Shors bone made a run
Shors bone made a run for the timber
Shoes bone your time has come
Shoes bone your time has come
Shoes bone your time has come
Shors Bone Made a run to remember
Shors Bone Made a run
Shors Bone Made a run to remember
Shors Bone Gonna be someone
Shors Bone Gonna be someone
Shors Bone Gonna be someone
Shors Bone Made run for the river
Shors Bone Made a run
Shors Bone Made run for the river
Clean the trail 'for the hounds come on
Clean the trail 'for the hounds come on
Clean the trail 'for the hounds come on
Shors Bone Made a run for the silver
Shors Bone Made a run
Shors Bone Made a run for the silver
Gambled, drank, lost both his thumbs
Gambled, drank, lost both his thumbs
Gambled, drank, lost both his thumbs
Shors Bone made a run for the timber
Shors bone made a run
Shors bone made a run for the timber
Shors bone your time has come
Shors bone your time has come
Shors bone your time has come
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