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By Way of Fat Sam
03:47
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Got your curled up lip
And your clothes don’t fit
So let your backbone slip
And put your name on the list
If the creek don’t rise, and the moon don’t shine
And wakes no man
I’ll take you there as fast as I can
One step forward, two step back
Won’t derail the plan
Cos you know we can
By way of Fat Sam
Got your coal black bruise
And your uptown shoes
Got some backyard blues
That you’re fixing to lose
I gotta change my ways, she says
And make my stand
I’ll take you there as fast as I can
If the rattlesnake shake won’t seem to break
The rope you hang
You know we still can
By way of Fat Sam
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Sleepy old Slim gone and caused a rift
Preaching on the corner all day
Took a minor fall for a major lift
Hallelujah gonna make it ok
But in time he’ll see
It was the problem and the remedy
Lisa sad lisa used to come around here
Don’t ever see her no more
Some high rollin' drifter come and stole her heart
Heard they found it on the bathroom floor
But in time she’ll see
It was the problem and the remedy
I’ll steal all the silver from your lover’s eyes
Take it down Mexico way
Ride a pale horse through the tainted town
With a hundred ways to make you pay
But in time you’ll see
It was the problem and the remedy
Used to make gold wherever I roamed
Now it’s only grieving I see
Maybe they’ll drag me all over the coals
I hope they only crucify me
But in time they’ll see
I was the problem and the remedy
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South of Nowhere
03:27
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Don’t open that door
Don’t answer your phone
Don’t leave the light on
Baby, you’re not home
Just wait out the sunrise
And forget the things we’ve done
I’ll meet you just south of nowhere
We’ll raise some sand and run
I’ll shave my face
You can dye your hair
Get a silver tooth
Honey, I don’t care
Just keep your head down low
Till well past the border line
Meet you just south of nowhere
We’ll leave all the scars behind
Got no time for regrets
Got no time for repose
Just the way I always was, I suppose
I got a bone-dry heart
And ice in my veins, I swear
Meet you just south of nowhere
Maybe they’ll understand us there
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The Canyon
01:40
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Face Don't Fit
04:39
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Take another leaper, there’s nine hundred miles to go
Trying to find a station on the busted old radio
Dig a little deeper, keep the dust out of your eyes
Dawn’s desolation, sure to make the hurricane rise
Still talking to myself as the rolling clouds collide
Scattershot across the great divide
Ready up and don’t look back, cos they already made it clear
Face don’t fit, don’t fit round here
Your face don’t fit round here
Just won’t quit, so we’ll make it clear
Your face don’t round here
Sometimes there’s a reason, sometimes it means nothing at all
Who knows the difference when the darker ones come to call
There’s blood in the water, static on the telephone line
A fading transmission, lost between the dirt and the dial
Still talking to myself as the rolling clouds collide
Scattershot across the great divide
Ready up and don’t look back, cos they already made it clear
Face don’t fit, don’t fit round here
Your face don’t fit round here
Just won’t quit, so we’ll make it clear
Your face don’t round here
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6. |
Gallows Pole
03:11
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Cold, shake and shiver
Draggin’ on, this tired old soul of mine
Cos I been sold down the river
For loose change, one too many times
Oh lord, I just can’t keep from crying
I need a place where I can pray for what’s inside
Or burn it down till the pages fall from the sky
Could be going to Hell, you never can tell
Gold, dust and silver
And high times, almost broke my mind
I ain’t too cold to forgive her
For playin’ me, with sixes sevens and nines
I don’t know, but surely I been told
You make peace when you’re swinging from the gallows pole
Laid low from draggin’ my tired old soul
Could be going to Hell, you never can tell
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Some people think they jive me
But I know they must be crazy
Don't see their misfortune
I guess they're just too lazy
Walk throughout the fire
Fly throughout the smoke
See my enemy
At the end of their rope
Walk on pines and needles
See what they can do
Walk on gilded splinters
With the King of the Zulu
Kon kon the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters
Kon kon the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters
Put gris-gris on your doorstep
And soon you be in the gutter
Melt your heart like butter
And I can make you stutter
Walk throughout the fire
Fly throughout the smoke
See my enemy
At the end of their rope
Walk on pines and needles
See what they can do
Walk on gilded splinters
With the King of the Zulu
Kon kon the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters
Kon kon the kiddy kon kon
Walk on gilded splinters
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No More Trouble
09:12
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I got no more trouble from you
Done all the bad days I’m gonna do
I got no more trouble from you
Done all the bad days I’m gonna do
And if I never make it back home no more
May the long nights help you through
Tried to keep you by my side
Working my bones all day
That ring slipped from your finger too many times
Till I finally gone and lost my way
I got no more trouble from you
Done all the bad days I’m gonna do
And if I never make it back home no more
May the long nights help you through
Used to think the sun walked beside you
Shows just how little I know
Gave up guessing why people do what they do
A long time ago
I got no more trouble from you
Done all the bad days I’m gonna do
And if I never make it back home no more
May the long nights help you through
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Dust Radio UK
Crackles with intensity and intent – Blues in Britain
UK-based blues and roots
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Paddy Wells – vocals/harmonica
Tom Jackson –guitars/vocals
Stu Baggaley – bass
Rob Kenny – drums
All music by Jackson/Wells
(except I Walk on Gilded Splinters)
Paddy Wells officially endorses The Harmonica Company.
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