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Hubcaps and Things

by St. Peter's Dog

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1.
San Juan 03:52
If I could be a fish in the sea I'd fly away If I could be a bird in a tree I'd swim away Walkin' along, castin' song Just hookin' hubcaps and things Walkin' along, castin' song Just hookin' milk cartons and strings If I could be a bird in the sea I'd swim away If I could be a fish in a tree I'd fly away Walkin' along, castin' song Just hookin' hubcaps and rings Walkin' along, castin' song Just hookin' milk cartons and strings If I could be a fish in a tree I'd swim away If I could be a bird in the sea I'd fly away Walkin' along, castin' song Just hookin' hubcaps and things
2.
Moonlight over Placerville Cats in the alley, snakes in the well I don’t like when the birds fight Footsteps keep me up all night Coyotes boast, coyotes rave Ghosts in the attic, bones in the grave Go to sleep, get some rest Fire in the east and ice in the west I’m goin' down, down to the river Down to the river to fetch some stones I’m goin' down, down to the river Down to the river to skip some stones Bubble gum, sunflower seeds Baseball cards, bugs in the weeds Yuengling gives me burps Laugh about possum ‘til my belly hurts His dad died reachin' for the key To some blue car 1990 Victoria’s behind the shack I know she knows I’m comin' back I’m goin' down, down to the river Down to the river to fetch some stones I’m goin' down, down to the river Down to the river to skip some stones I’m goin' down, down to the river Down to the river to fetch some stones I’m goin' down, down to the river Down to the river, down
3.
Hey Betty, you ain’t gonna believe this… He’s got bones made of cotton And a house made out of hay He’s got bones made of cotton And a house made out of hay He’s got bones made of cotton And a house made out of hay Well, that’s Carolina Carolina James Oh, that’s Carolina Carolina James He rides six white horses Just to get to the corner store He rides six white horses Just to get to the corner store He rides six white horses Just to get to the corner store Well, that’s Carolina Carolina James Oh, that’s Carolina Carolina James I haven’t seen you since that Domingo, man… He’s got bones made of cotton And a house made out of hay He’s got bones made of cotton And a house made out of hay He’s got bones made of cotton And a house made out of hay Well, that’s Carolina Carolina James Oh, that’s Carolina Carolina James
4.
There are good people People good as gold People good as their word People good for what they’re sold Mighty good people Better than me Mighty good people Good for nothin’ Better than me Good times are comin’ Or so they say Good enough to drive The big bad away Mighty good people Better than me Mighty good people Good for nothin’ Better than me You ask for a favor I’ll give it back You ask for a penny And I’ll give you it back Pretty good for a girl Pretty good for me Your pretty good is as bad as me You're pretty good Good enough for me Bad apple Pretty good fruit Low hangin’ Sweetest at the root Call me Adam I can call you Evie Slip on your goody two-shoes Go on, kick the bad out of me
5.
Well, hello there Mrs. Maybe Meant to be no harm Did you see me in your flowers Pissin' in your front yard? Well, that’s the thing about a tryin’ man He walks home each night With moon drops in his hands And I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again Yes, I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again Well, hello there Mrs. Maybe How’s it goin' on the farm? Did you see me in your flowers Pissin' in your front yard? Well, nothin' in my pockets Nothin' better to do They say, "Hey boy, grow up, you gonna be a man" Well I say, "That’s your point of view" I’m walkin' this way I’m goin' home I’m walkin' over here (by the sucklin’ tree) I’ll find my way home And I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again Yes, I’m accidentally drunk in Waynesville again Mrs. Maybe, you have a good night I’ll see you tomorrow in the afternoon When I wake up from this lonely night From this long, damn, cold and lonely night Mrs. Maybe, you lookin’ pretty good Ah, you wanna come home? Well, I think you should Mrs. Maybe, is there a Mister? Oh, look, I just kissed her Hey Mrs. Maybe, why call you that? Make up your mind, girl Come home with me
6.
Santa Fe 01:44
What happened in Santa Fe What happened in Santa Fe Why that’s between my Lord and my savior You can clank the dishes, you can slam the door But it ain’t gonna do you no good no more Because I ain’t gonna say a thing No, I ain’t gonna say (Should have seen her) What happened in Santa Fe What happened in Santa Fe Why that’s between my maid and her chamber You can shake and rattle through all the chores But it ain’t gonna do you no good no more Because I ain’t gonna say a thing No, I ain’t gonna say
7.
Savannah 02:55
Savannah lived alone And who would’ve known? If I hadn’t placed her among the white flowers Who would’ve known? Down by the riverside there’s a ledge And the ledge is lookin' over Six feet down, down, down, down The page is turnin' over Savannah, she died alone And who would’ve known? If I hadn’t pressed the blade up against her Who would’ve known?
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9.
Well, this a case of the wrong place at whatever time it is Shotgun pressed on the window, man, can’t you see he’s just a kid? Boy don’t know that he’s parked himself in the middle of a situation No, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out This is a case of the wrong man caught red-handed $200 cash stuffed into the back of his pocket Put your guns down, keep you voices low—after all, ain’t it a church? Where the holy son, better move on, you got five seconds to run Well, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out He’s tongue-tied, hog-tied, washed-up, knocked-down, penniless, son You can bet he’s never comin’ back to this part of town again Isn’t everybody waiting on someone? Isn’t everybody waiting for their man to come around? Well, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out No, the boy don’t know what you’re talkin' about But you can bet he’s thinkin' hard to figure it out
10.
Baby, baby Baby blue hearse Coming to take my baby away Baby, baby Baby blue hearse Coming to take my baby away Through the night wrapped around her tightly Come on, dear, inside—out of the cold The one I love most is now The one I love most is now A ghost Baby, baby Baby blue hearse Coming to take my baby away Baby, baby Baby blue hearse Coming to take my baby away
11.
Out here in the country There’s this ritual we do We draw colors from the forest And then we toss 'em in a stew And then we brew it ‘til it’s right We brew it ‘til it’s good And then we pass the jug to the left Just like John the Misfit would Well, I beg your pardon Let me tell you about the farm It's an endless acre And it only got one barn Jack talks to the tulips We all got our own thing We all got our own fruit tree I grow peaches in the spring Tell it to the Gypsum Train Tell it to the Gypsum Train Tell it to the Gypsum Train Kid don’t mean a thing Kid so boring But the jezebels really like how he Two step tango Evangelist from Los Angeles Duke his go-by name Wears a sheepskin helmet To keep his head inside his brain If you don’t like how this song is goin' Well, you can catch a truck Don’t let the fryin' pan hit ya Nothin’ but best of bad luck Not much goin' on here today Well, that’s alright with me Maybe I’ll fish for sheepsheads Or sleep in the shade of a hickory Don’t want to hurt no one Don’t want no one to get hurt Some call me lazy bones I prefer King Comfort Tell it to the Gypsum Train Tell it to the Gypsum Train Tell it to the Gypsum Train Kid don’t mean a thing Kid so boring But the jezebels really like how he Two step tango
12.
Tennessee 03:07
Beyond the docks of Baltimore A hundred miles and furthermore Some sail to settle a score Of Tenne’s crew – the last few Lord knows what they kill for Chew leather and iron ore Drink ice by the barrel four Of Tenne’s crew – the last few Nothin' like the honesty Of the endless open sea But honesty’s got a price you see You must roll the dice of ivory The break that they crave Carries on the weakest wave Reaches for a bastard’s grave Of Tenne’s crew – the last few
13.
Big Baby 02:46
I don’t want to go to school I don’t get the golden rule I don’t want to make my bed I’d rather make a mess instead Whichever way the cold wind blow I guess that’s where I’m supposed to go I don’t want to go to work My boss is bald, he’s such a jerk The poor boy’s lazy He’s such a big baby The poor boy’s lazy So lazy, so lazy But now he’s growin’ old I want her to take care of me While I figure out what I want to be And I want to be over there Where the grass is as green as the world is fair The poor boy’s lazy He’s such a big baby The poor boy’s lazy So lazy, so lazy But now he’s growin’ old
14.
Willow 02:49
Oh, where she go? Mrs. So & So Ice hangin’ from the trees Bad blood on the breeze Willow, where you weep? Twenty miles out of town Weight pressin’ down Willow, where you weep? Oh, where she go? Mrs. So & So Moon slippin’ down the hill Light on the windowsill Know the slit in this door Took these steps before Willow, where you weep? Oh, where she go? Mrs. So & So
15.
Growing Old 05:39
Sunshine, honey wine; the river runnin’ slow and lazy Memory — swollen, sweet, green-thick, and hazy Who knows how but wow just now on a daisy petal Ain’t nothin’ here that can’t completely amaze me a little I’m growin’ old, ancient old Growin’ old, ancient old In the noonday sun In the noonday sun The fruit so full its weight has pulled the shadows from the branches Time don’t slip away it avalanches A cloud over water exchangin’ glances With its reflection fadin’ as the maiden dances I’m growin’ old, ancient old I’m growin’ old, ancient old In the noonday sun In the noonday sun Calico from Jericho perched — ears extendin’ To points cuttin’ ‘cross all that’s bendin’ In time, ‘tween rhyme, and I’m blendin’ Into, out through you who’s never endin’ I’m growin’ old, ancient old I’m growin’ old, ancient old In the noonday sun In the noonday sun

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released April 21, 2015

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