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Old Alabama
04:11
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Old Alabama
Old Alabama j’ines the state of Floridy x2
At Mobile, lawdy, at Mobile
Old Alabama is hog-killing country x2
E’vy fall, lawdy, e’vy fall
Did you hear bout that water boy gettin drownded? X2
In Mobile Bay, lawdy, in Mobile Bay
Did you hear bout the men all gonna leave you x3
Next pay day, lawdy, next pay day
Did you hear bout Louella Wallace? X3
Poor gal dead, lawdy, poor gal dead Mud
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Arkansas Beardstalker
03:12
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The Ballad of Jedediah’s Goat
There are 12 days to Christmas and a lot of bars to this song,
There’s a lot more to go, so I’d better move it along,
This here concerns the tale of the neighbour of a friend of mine,
By the name of Obediah and the day he crossed the line.
Now Jedediah had a goat and he called him Lucky Jim,
Jedediah had a stable where he took good care of him,
When Obediah saw his goat, he couldn’t put him out of mind,
For when it came to lovin’, he liked the four legged kind.
One night of rain and thunder, a thousand bullfrogs croaked,
And in the dark was heard the bleat, of an un-lubricated goat,
Up jumped Jedediah, to see what Obediah had done,
He reached to the cupboard to get the bullets for his gun.
Now that gun was old and rusty, from the American Civil War,
A sign read ‘Never Fired in Anger’; He took it down and swore.
Through the rain he saw Obediah, toiling behind the unfaithful goat,
He raised the gun to his shoulder; rage welled up in his throat.
He pulled the trigger of the gun; there was a Lord Almighty blast,
The exploding gun took his head clean off, Jedediah had breathed his last.
Jim the goat died of a heart attack with Obediah at the back still stuck,
Jedediah had tried to shoot his ass, but his own ass got lit up.
Now there’s a moral in the Bible or some other storybook
About ‘thine neighbour’s ass’ or goat, I don’t know, I don’t really read that stuff,
But if Jim the goat had a few bleats left he’d a helped me sing this song,
‘bout a tale of love between man and beast and how it all went wrong.
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The Killer Set
02:39
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The Killer Set
The dead men all a killer set tonight
Oh father blooded son gang tonight
Where they came from they get things done all right.
We’ve got the bullet from the Archduke,
Got Stalin’s dirty slippers, and that’s not everything.
We’ve got a hundred nuns a’ crying
Over a thousand sores a’ weepin,’ we’ve got everything.
Now your spleen’s a gently melting, too late to look around,
And Ebola’s got you spinning, round and round
The cold winds blow tonight. The chill wind blows tonight
The cold winds blow tonight, Oh father blooded son
Now your spleen’s a gently melting, too late to look around,
And Ebola’s got you spinning, round and round
We’ve got the sofa Hitler sat on with his chucky little fist-knot
Oh Ebola shortnin’ day
Now your gun’s a rusting, and tauntress Ebola got you,
All the livelong day
Now your spleen’s a gently melting, too late to look around,
And Ebola’s got you spinning, round and round
The dead men all a killer set tonight
Oh father blooded son gang tonight
Where they came from they get things done all right.
We’ve got the bullet from the Archduke, Got Stalin’s dirty slippers,
We’ve got a hundred nuns a’ crying got the sofa Hitler sat on
Got Ed Gein’s supper with his chucky little fist-knot
Over a thousand sores a weepin,’ cut on a lockjaw can…got everything.
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Hammerhead Boy
03:19
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Hanging Man
02:58
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The Devil's Trombone
04:03
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No More My Lord
03:44
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No more, my Lord, No more, my Lord,
Lord, I'll never-turn back no more.
I found in Him a resting place,
And He has made me glad.
No more, my Lord, No more, my Lord,
Lord, I'll never-turn back no more.
Jesus the man I am looking for,
Can you tell me where He's gone?
Go down, go down, among flower yard,
And perhaps you may find Him there.
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