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FACTORY TOWN
01:53
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Verse
This used to be a factory town
It made shoes so we could walk around
Now it sits and waits to be torn down
Chorus
So Now we’re just left out and
Now its all run down
Were rubbed down to the bone
With nowhere left to go
Verse
They sent our jobs away
And didn’t feel one thing
Despite fact they bled us
Dry
Bridge
Things are cheaper, yes that true
But they won’t last just like you
empty houses broken cars
Filled up churches and fuller bars
The lies they sold in the 70s
Poisoned my whole family tree
Chorus
So Now we’re just left out and
Now its all run down
Were rubbed down to the bone
With nowhere left to go
VERSE
Relics of a past
that offered a middle class
Now that’s all gone
And we all feel alone
Chorus
And we’re rubbed down to the bone
With nowhere left to go
Rubbed down to the bone
With nowhere left to go
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2. |
JOE HILL
02:45
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I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” says he,
“I never died” says he.
“In Salt Lake City, Joe,” says I,
Him standing by my bed,
“They framed you on a murder charge,”
Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead,”
Says Joe, “But I ain’t dead.”
“The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe” says I.
“Takes more than guns to kill a man”
Says Joe “I didn’t die”
Says Joe “I didn’t die”
And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe “What they can never kill
went on to organize,
went on to organize”
From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
Where workers strike and organize
it’s there you’ll find Joe Hill,
it’s there you’ll find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I “But Joe, you’re ten years dead”
“I never died” says he,
“I never died” says he.
“I never died” says he.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
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3. |
BONE DRY
02:14
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Verse
Thunder and lighting
Broken hearts
Whiskey and rye
Losin my girl
All feel the same
A bit good and a bit more bad
But we all hope
That bottle’ll magically refill
that lady turns around
And the storm passes on
Chorus
The good the bad and all the rest
I drank my way through it all
The storms and the lightning
Each day new and the same
But it seems I’m always left here
Alone On this island and bone dry
Verse
Stuck on an island of my makin
Always seems to be my fault
but I keep tryin
to make the day
Better than the last
But it never seems to work out
cause
Chorus
The good the bad and all the rest
I drank my way through it all
The storms and the lightning
Each day new and the same
But it seems I’m always left here
Alone On this island and bone dry
Verse
But my life been filled
with more storms
than sunny days
The beautiful girls,
And The whisky and the pills keep
Me Movin but at
End of the day I’m left here
Bone dry
Chorus
The good the bad and all the rest
I drank my way through it all
The storms and the lightning
Each day new and the same
But it seems I’m always left here
Alone On this island and bone dry
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4. |
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VERSE
Been down on my luck
old lady threw me out
My Shit’s spread out on the street
Called a buddy to bail me out
We ended up T-bonin a Honda
Bruised and broken
Ain’t got no job and insurance
Ain’t this country great so
Chorus
I’m Left with less than nothin
No place, bruised face and just a suitcase
Swallowed my pride
Moved back home
days spent in the basement
Makin music
a four track
malt liquor and Modest mouse
Verse
Broke, broken and stuck in the basement
Back here with those that taught me wrong
Tryin, really fuckin tryin to find
To find a path
But I’ll be damned
With no job, No prospects,
a pound of doctor bills but
Ain’t this country great, so now
Chorus
I’m Left with less than nothin
No place, bruised face and just a suitcase
Swallowed my pride
Moved back home
days spent in the basement
Makin music
a four track
malt liquor and Modest mouse
Outro
The four track,
The malt liquor and
Modest mouse
All the rest can go fuck themselves
Overdubs, bounces and multitracks
Mickeys, OE, and Colt 45
The Lonesome Crowded West is all I need
And all I’ll ever get
The Lonsome
Crowded West
Oh son, that’s all that left
is the Lonesome Crowded West
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5. |
ROBOT BARTENDER
02:25
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Verse
Walk to a bar
Hopin for a stiff pour
And that pure release
When what do I see
Another Robot Bartender
These bastards can’t tell
That tonight I needed a just a little bit more
But that simple human kindness don’t exist
Like all the kindnesses we’ve lost
these goddamn robot bartenders
make weak drinks and give shit advice so
Chorus
Fuck you tech man
Bring back my bar man
Finally took everything from me
Ain’t nobody here drunk
But we’re damn sure broke
Verse
algorithmic metal husks
Pour exactly one shot
Not a drop more
You can’t appeal to them
Tell em you had a shit day so
Technology finally took
The last place I had
Free from its grip
can’t no man get a stiff drink
with these goddamn robot bartenders so
Chorus
Fuck you tech man
Bring back my bar man
Finally took everything from me
Ain’t nobody here drunk
But we’re damn sure broke
Ain’t nobody here drunk
But we’re damn sure broke
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6. |
PAMELA'S KNIFE
02:15
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Verse
Pamela, oh Pamela
Now girl, calm on down
Don’t go a pullin that knife
You out on probation
After that last altercation
So Pamela oh Pamela
I’ll make you my queen
But please PLEASE
put down that knife
Verse
So Pamela oh Pamela
I’ll make you my queen
Despite your predilection for
Stabbin at me
It’s my dark affliction and I
Can stop this addiction
But please oh Pamela
put down, put down that knife
Chorus
Oh Pamela, Oh Pamela
what am I gonna do with you
When I can’t not love you
OH Pamela oh Pamela
I’m gonna love you
Until I get a knife in my back
Outro
Pamela oh Pamela
You’re gonna have to stop it with that knife
I love you so, but how can you be my wife
While wavin around that knife
Oh how can you be my wife
While wavin around that knife
Oh my Pamela be my wife
While wavin around that knife.
Oh my Pamela be my wife
While wavin around that knife.
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7. |
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Intro: (Spoken)
Now my Grandpa, when I turned eighteen, the character that he is, he pulled me aside and he said, “son I’m gonna need you to get drunk the next 40 straight nights, it’ll make a man out of you!”.
Verse
A solemn promise
To my grandpa
On his death bed
After he shared an ancient wisdom
He said son, this life goes by too fast so at least once
Chorus
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Every man needs to push his limits
Modern life has so few
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
It’ll make a man or break you quick
Cause unlike back in my time, there ain’t no War for you so
Verse
Grandpa said after a week
The weakness may set in
A desire to stop
After waking up in so many strange spots
Walking through near continuous pain
But son, you got push on
Bridge
A Yard
A Strange bed
The Jail
a few times
So much Vomit
your only friend
As you pass across the darkness
Of the crucible I’ve set for you
Damn it boy promise me you’ll
Chorus
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Every man needs to push his limits
Modern life has so few
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
It’ll make a man or break you quick
Cause unlike back in my time, there ain’t no war for you so
Verse
Be a man boy or break on quick
It’s better for us all if
You a go on and figure it out
Burn out, die, break or maybe
Come out
Chorus
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Every man needs to push his limits
Modern life has so few
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
It’ll make a man or break you quick
Cause unlike back in my time, there ain’t no war for you so
Outro
Ya hear me son
This is your war now
Ya hear me son
This is your war now
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
Get black out drunk 40 straight nights
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8. |
HANK'S OUTRO (A THANKS)
02:16
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Well that’s the record!
I appreciate you listenin to it, and Uh,
it means a lot and if you made it this far,
Goddamn!
I don’t frankly know how you did it.
But Uh, stay sane as you can, and out of the pokey and Just, Uh, try to get by day to day
that’s what I’m gonna do, just get by,
Alright, we’ll see you soon!
I love you Bastards, Goddamn!
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Hank Biscuits Providence, Rhode Island
Hank is a simple man, who loves loose cigarettes, whisky and the resultant yard
wrestling.
He has been an elusive character that has popped up throughout the years, but his of music has never been formally released to the public. Long Shot records is pleased to present his first album "Factory Town".
His music is a mix of punk and outlaw country if you like labels.
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