1. |
Ball N' Chain
02:43
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BALL & CHAIN
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
been in this joint for years, just aint no escape
it rears its ugly head and strikes when i chance
to break
that ball n' chain nothin' but a rattlesnake
thought one day i'd run, lit off down the road
heard that cocked shotgun ready to explode
that ball n' chain crazy as a one-eyed toad
CHORUS:
ball n' chain ball n' chain that ball n' chain everywhere
i go
that ball n' chain in league with the devil for shore
danglin' from a bedsheet, out the window in the dead of night
when i hit the bottom, she there with a butcher knife
that ball n' chain got me fearin' for my life
put poison in her coffee, put poison in her tea
she drank up every last drop, still she wanna fuck with me
that ball n' chain meanest thing i ever did see
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2. |
Jolly Roger Flies
03:48
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JOLLY ROGER FLIES
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
i'm insane that i know cant stop my brain so i just let it go
daytrippin' night flying stoned as it seems i land right back in
my bed
wake up shake up at night i hear screams
jolly roger flies in my head lookin for a place to be fed
shoo now i aint even dead
i should stay but now I'm real real gone...... people today they make
me feel so all alone
robbed blind, quarantined two left feet, nail my face to the wall
banana moon rising soon high as i please
that's what you get for having it all.....little rock, arkansas
time is right for fighting the law
i'm insane like all the rest.....can't complain that's how it is i guess
sing a song of sixpence 4th of July, Judys' locked up in the tool
shed
chicken pickin' ass kickin' Lucy in the Sky
jolly roger flies in my head...shoe box under my bed....nasty camels
need to be fed
orders from the grateful dead....jolly roger flies in my head...jolly roger
flies in my head
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3. |
Two More Bartender
04:17
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TWO MORE BARTENDER
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
I'm in here Jack for the very last time, that woman has finally lost
her mind
she stabbed my heart, torched my car, stold my jeans, broke my
guitar
she's out of control, she's gone completely mad.......i need some drinks
Charlie and i need them bad
CHORUS:
i want two more bartender, two more bartender, two more bartender
two more bartender, one right now and a double before i go
now five stiff ones oughta chill me out, then a coupla more so there
aint no doubt
everytime i think of that evil face, my hands start shakin' all over the
place
I've never been a mean or a violent man, but you better set em up Doggie
just as fast as you can
CHORUS:
I'm gonna ease on over to that big Greyhound, climb aboard get the hell
outta town
gonna ride up front i aint never lookin' back, I'd rather live on beans in a
roach filled shack
I wont put up with that pyscho jive, so hit me again Brother for i blow
this dive
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4. |
One Mo' Dollar
04:00
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ONE MO' DOLLA
(Bill Carter -Blame Music BMI)
stranded down by the station, watchin them trains roll by
those tracks lay out forever, and disappear into the sky
that ticket man told me somethin' i fin awfully hard to swaller
before you can ride sam, you need one mo' dolla
the rail boss raised his right arm big billy club in his hand
screamed get your ass off that platform or I'll bash out alla your
brains
I say give me a break Jake i got to get to Walla Walla
he yelled get to steppin bro' or give me one mo' dolla
CHORUS
yea i need one more dolla, one more dolla, yea i need one more
dolla' before they'll let me ride...i need one more dolla' or I'll
be here for the rest of my life
well i got a little girl way up North, aint seen her in 5 years time
been down in that Texas prison payin back for some old crime
all aboard i hear that brakeman holler.......somebody please
i need one mo' dolla
from the corner of my glass eye, the most beautiful sight in the
world
she had a big bright diamond on her finger, and her neck was drippin'
with pearls
she slipped me a bill, she said now go see your daughter
i cried thank you mam, Lord i got me one mo' dolla
i got one mo' dolla, i got one mo' dolla, i got me one mo' dolla
now they gottsta let me ride
i aint never comin' back not even for the rest of my life
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5. |
Never Again
05:00
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NEVER AGAIN
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
i got stoned, down at mr. blues
i was there most of the night
he set em up, i drank that booze
till they turned off the street
lights
i must have downed a barrel of
whiskey
i really tried to abstain
comin' home i knew would be
risky
but baby here i am again
outside tappin on your window
please let me come in
i'm really drunk its cold and i
promise
this will never happen again
i got high over on jackson
playing poker at moes'
next thing i know it was five
o'clock in the morning
where did everybody go
i only meant to have one beer
if i was going to have any
all of a sudden i start to seein
double
look like i had just one too many
baby blue put down that gun
its me your very best friend
i'm really drunk, its cold and
i promise
this will never happen again
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6. |
Feelz Like Rain
03:26
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FEELZ LIKE RAIN
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
when i woke up i heard thunder
beat against my window pane
sky grew dark in the middle of summer,
sure as hell, feels like rain
late last night when i was loaded
i said bad things, i;m so ashamed
i'm all alone, the blues are callin'
its gettin" cold,and it feels like rain
my head spins all around now
like that rooster on that weather vane
dogs they bark, they know whats comin
all over town it feels like rain
i can hear that whistle, down at the station
cry and moan for that mornin train
i'm all broke down like that beat up engine
wheels wont roll, and it feels like rain
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7. |
Tastes Like Chicken
03:25
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TASTES LIKE CHICKEN
(Bill Carter-Ruth Ellsworth - Blame Music BMI)
there's somethin strange bout mystery meat
when you find some you never did eat
bound to hear that authority explain
whether in a jar or in a can, super market
or a foreign land
they tell ya, "tastes like chicken,and looks like ham"
the other day i was in borneo i was walkin around with
nowhere to go
gettin kinda hungry so i stopped at smoky's
meat stand
i asked that wild man servin' it up, i say what can
you tell me bout this stuff
he said, "tastes like chicken, looks like ham"
CHORUS:
tastes like chicken, and it tastes like chicken
tastes like chicken and it looks like ham
fraid to try it? dont worry you'll like it
tastes like chicken and it looks like ham
sam's old lady got that look in her eye
she said, "i got somethin baby i want you to
try"
he said, "why not, you know i'm a gamblin man"
he tried a little bit, said with a grin, "hey thats
pretty good" as he wiped off his chin
tastes like chicken, looks like ham
CHORUS:
now i'm married, got kids of my own
they never bitch about the food at home
they eat every bite, spicy, hot or bland
rattlesnake, goose liver, brains in a cup
frozen peacock or the bill of a duck
they think it tastes like chicken, and look it like
ham
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8. |
Fez
03:44
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FEZ
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
night.... starin' in the ice box in the middle of the
night....it's a beautiful thing that little frigerator light
now I'm relaxin' on the sofa watchin' the big screen TV
relaxin' on the sofa watchin' big screen TV
that new test pattern look like a million bumble
bees
well I'm I'm chillin' on my king size I'm a little paranoid about the phone
chillin' on my king size a little paranoid about the
phone
why don't you just hush up Ma Bell and leave this
poor little devil child alone
REPEAT 1st verse
I'm rollin' big reefers wearin' my daddy's fez
rollin' big reefers wearin' my daddy's fez
I'm the grand pooba no matter what nobody
says
yes I'm starin' in the ice box in the middle of the
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9. |
John Ireland
05:12
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JOHN IRELAND
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
john ireland, john ireland how i hate that name
was in the winter of 82, you stold my sara jane
beneath a diamond christmas sky, her precious
heart you won
i cried out loud to that rainbow halo around the
sun
john ireland, john ireland i'll haunt your dirty
soul
you only took my first true love, because i wanted
her so
when that morning factory whistle wails, i'll lay by
the lowman bridge
i'll throw your body to the waters below and fade
into the larsondale ridge
john ireland, john ireland you made a killer of me
it was all for the love of a dear little girl
my heart burned with jealousy
they'll never know i was the one, not a trace i'll
leave anywhere
and i'll spend my life beside my love, the one with
the strawberry hair
john ireland, john ireland, how i hate that name
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10. |
April Mays
03:10
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APRIL MAYS
(Bill Carter - Blame Music BMI)
RIGHT OUTSIDE OF NOWHERE DOWN A BUMPY HAYS COUNTY ROAD
LIVED THE ZACK AND SARAH MAYS FAMILY, I WAS JUST FOURTEEN
YEARS OLD....I WAS JUST FOURTEEN YEARS OLD
THEY HAD A VERY FEISTY DAUGHTER, THEY CALLED HER APRIL MAYS
I KNEW I SHOULDNT HADNT OUGHTA, BUT I LOVED HER ANYWAY...YEA
I LOVED HER ANYWAYS
SHE NEVER WORE NO MAKE-UP, SHE ONLY HAD ONE SUNDAY DRESS
SHE WAS SUCH A NATURAL BEAUTY, I WAS A FOUR-EYED MESS...YES
I WAS A FOUR-EYED MESS
CHORUS:
APRIL MAYS, PRETTY AS YOUR NAME WAS YOUR FACE
APRIL MAYS, THAT LITTLE COUNTRY GIRL MADE MY DREAM
WORLD A HAPPY TIME AND A BETTER PLACE
TOO SHY AND AFRAID TO APPROACH HER, SHE WAS SMART AS SHE
COULD BE
I COULD NEVER FOOL THOSE GREEN EYES INTO A SECOND LOOK AT
ME.......INTO A SECOND LOOK AT ME
REPEAT CHORUS:
I'D THINK ABOUT HER WHEN I'D DAYDREAM, AT NIGHT SHE MADE ME
CLIMB THE WALLS
SHE'D BAKE HOT BREAD IN THE MORNING I'D SEE HER EATIN' IN THE
HALLS......YEA ID SEE HER EATIN' IN THE HALLS
MAMA RAISED HER TO BE SOMETHING, NO NOTHIN' LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS
WHO'D SNEAK OUT LATE IN THE EVENING WITH THEIR HAIR ALL DYED
AND CURLED....WITH THEIR HAIR ALL DYED AND CURLED
REPEAT CHORUS:
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Bill Carter Austin, Texas
"Bill Carter has an audacious knack for a roadhouse hook and a wicked tongue for lyrics, making music that is at once powerful, sly, intelligent and rocking. Carter is one of the most successful, if not the best singer-songwriter in Austin." Margaret Moser - Austin Chronicle ... more
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