HOG WILD & PIG BITIN' MAD - Vargo I’m steaming like a whistlin’ kettle A low down dog stuck with nettles Writhin’ like a snake that’s skinned and fried Really got my dander up Too much vinegar in my cup Too much ‘lectricity runnin’ down my hide Hog wild and pig bitin’ mad Riled up and bone breakin’ bad Too late now I’ve lost my senses Kickin’ hard and jumpin’ fences I’m hog wild and pig bitin’ mad I’m sweatin’ like a Sunday preacher Turned into a blood hot creature Got my bullwhip, I’m snortin’ hard Punch-drunk and I ain’t quitting Standin’ up, won’t catch me sitting Lasso all you boarhogs and turn you into lard I’m meaner than a cornered polecat Madder than a rabid wombat Biggest Bigfoot you’ve ever seen Best watch out I’m seein’ double Really didn’t want no trouble Too much bein’ cordial and not enough bein’ mean HOW I FOUND THE LORD - Moran One dark and rainy night I went out for a drive And it’s a miracle that I came back alive Now I’m here to tell you jusyt how I found The Lord Standing on the roadside flagging down my Ford I slammed on my breaks and I let the stranger in He had hair down to his shoulders, he was tall and kind of thin I asked him “where ya goin’”, but he didn’t say a word You could smell the rubber as I slammed it into third The stranger never looked to the left or to the right I took a swig of whiskey as I sped off in the night I didn’t see the sign, I was having too much fun It said the rain had washed away the bridge on Highway 51 The car it left the pavement and it flipped into the air I looked into the back seat but the stranger wasn’t there All of a sudden I heard a voice comong from the sky It said “You stupid drunken cracker! Where the Hell’d you leard to drive?” WILLIE – Moran Well I killed Pretty Polly and I killed that Knoxville Girl I’m well known in Tennessee and I’m known around the world They call me Willie and I’m quite a lady’s man I’m known in every single jail cell and every prison in the land First there came Poor Ellen Smith, then came Omie Wise Some folks say I don’t like girls but that’s a big old lie It’s the same old story everywhere I go From in the pines where the sun never shines To the banks of the Ohio Some folks call me Ted, some folks call me Ed One thing is for certain – that girl’s gonna end up dead TRACKS LEADING HOME – Vargo I was raised on the Good Book By my daddy and Ma To love what is moral and despise the outlaw Some say it was bad blood Trying to find what to blame I traded love’s cool waters for the city’s bright flame The train whistle’s blowin’ as I dream of the farm The good people I left long ago The only tracks I’ve seen lately on the ones on my arm Making paths that will lead me back home Please listen to one who has fell by the way Life’s a winding dirt trail not a shining highway Your illusion of pleasure is a sea full of pain When you trade in your pride for a full dose of shame One bright Sunday morning my train will pull in The steam will surround me as I wait to get in I’ll pay for my ticket with a palm lined with gold But tonight I’ll need one last shot to keep out the cold DOOMSDAY DOORS– Vargo On a cold November night I was awakened by a light Shining in from every pain of glass Then a voice came ringing through About a fated rendezvous Awaitin’ when the final die is cast Cast away your crutches; gather up your crosses Open up your doomsday door Give me a fatal kiss from your sweet apocalypse And open up your doomsday door! The angel Gabriel came Encircled by a flame That rattled every plank within the place You can leave your clothes behind Forget your troubled mind And see the glory shining in your face Lifted by a feeling I rose up through the ceiling Below me I could hear the sinners cry Please don’t leave us behind They pleaded and they pined While the chosen sang and danced up in the sky PREACHER'S LAMENT– Moran I swear to God on my right hand That I’m not a guilty man In a room of bars and bricks The victim of the Devil’s tricks He came to her in a disguise He had my hair, he had my eyes He had her love, he had her trust Left her to die and turn to dust By the roadside they found my wife Barely clinging to her life Tell us who lead you to your death She spoke my name with her last breath I did the Lord’s work in our town My friends and neighbors gathered ‘round I hardly knew them as the mob Who tore me from my house of God And I swear to God on my right hand That I’m not a guilty man White collar’s gone from ‘round my throat And in its place is a length of rope I swear to God BOX OF PINE – Moran A box of pine about six feet long Bag of lye and a gospel song Nothing fancy, but it looked just fine A box of pine and it was mine A box of pine, twelve rusted nails Colt .45 and a cold dark jail Nothing fancy, but it fit the crime A box of pine and it was mine Well, I found that cheatin’ bastard And shot him where he stood The jury they awarded me this here box of wood A box of pine to hold my bones Old rugged cross on my new home Guess I’ll be here for a long, long time A box of pine and it was mine JOLO – Moran The widows held court like Old Testament Queens Beat a shimmering clatter on worn tamborines Electrical spirit grabbed hold of the flock With a deep breath he thrust his hand in the box He cried to Jesus don’t let my faith fail He reached for a fistful of muscle and scale With eyes rolled back white he started to rock Drawing a diamond-back out of the box His arms bore the scars where doubt found its mark A roadmap of veins running back to his heart Strange tongues and Mason jars, hot glowing coals The workings of faith held the young and the old Then he hit the floor as if made out of lead Stiff as a board talking out of his head Flesh turned to meat where fangs found their mark Veins carried poison straight to his heart He opened his eyes and got up from the floor The widows were clapping and praising the Lord He had enough strength left in him to walk And have one last look inside the box OUT FOUL DEMON SPIRITS – Moran Out foul demon spirits out! Out foul demon spirits out! Out foul demon spirits, neighbor don’t you fear it Out foul demon spirits out! I turned on my TV, switched to Ernest Angely I tuned in just in time for the affliction line Out foul demon spirits out If the spirit you can feel, there ain’t nothin’ he can’t heal Reverend Angely, I can’t hear! Ernest smacked ‘em in the ear Out foul demon spirits out From headaches to hysteria, from Akron to Nigeria If you’re a sinner or a wretch, just put your hand upon the set Out foul demon spirits out Send your love offering in for a personal blessing from him North, South, East, or West he’s the best TV evangelist Out foul demon spirits out TRIPPIN' TRUCKER (original version)- Manning Well I was flyin’ in my rig down 66 West with a foursquare windowpane swirlin’ through my head, my chest was thumpin’, Jerry Reed was a-pumpin’, and I had just picked up a load of pigs . I could hear ‘em in the back, man they was a-squealin’, but they was nothing compared to what I was seein’. Chorus 1: Oranges, purples, and reds all rushin’ ‘round my head Pinks, purples and blues baby, any color that you choose-- I was a trippin’ trucker, better look out buster! ‘cos I’m a comin’ to your town… Well I was a buzzin’ fine and havin a good old time when I passed 10 Cadillacs planted in a field sublime; they was nose-first down, tops facing west, I sd, “Damn, this acid is the best.” Well it was a far out acid cool-aid test, I couldn’t tell if I was cursed or blessed, cos up ahead I saw a silver shimmerin’ light. It was a UFO, a blinding sight, comin’ down 66 doin’ 95, I thought, Man, things really gettin’ kinda weird, all right, when I swear it was comin’ straight up that double yellow line. So I cut the wheel and my truck did skid, and jackknifed and rolled and crashed in a ditch it did, and when it came to a rest I yelled, son of a bitch, I done had myself quite a wreck. And I was shook up, cos I was fucked up, and the loose pigs was runnin’ for their lives. The rig was a-layin’ on its side and but for a few scratches and a bruise I was all right, and then I stumbled, looked up, and then I mumbled, “Good God, what a sight.” Chorus #2 I saw a swarm of green and purple men with big silver fins They was a-runnin’ all around, hoppin’ up and down whoopin’ it up and gettin’ down Runnin’ all around, hoppin’ up and down whoopin’ it up and gettin’ down-- I was a trippin’ trucker, better look out buster! Cos we’ll be landing in your town… Zoomin all around up and down, zoomin all around around up and down, hoppin’ up and down, hoppin’ all around.
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