Shotgun

Shotgun

Your baby’s got one

Trouble loves

Trouble loves

Trouble loves that trouble

Pump action Mr. Jackson

I was cocked and loaded

Woke up in the mornin

Both my barrels smokin

Buck shot

Salt rock

I’m climbin up a ladder

Window sills and doctor bills

And she keeps gettin fatter

With a shotgun

Got a plastic West Virginia truck-stop cowboy hat

You can not buy true love

But you can shoot its ass

Pawn shop Package deal

Shotgun and a ring?

Pink eyes hot to rise

Said let the angels sing

(outro)

Oh Its that six pack family plan

Earth mover

There's an old grey shack by the edge of the woods
It's where I long to stay
Where the creek it can run with the noonday sun
and the rent it affords my pay
This morning I woke smellin' diesel smoke
Saw a man in a yellow hat
Said they sold this land to a developin' man
Who thinks that the world is flat
Yes he thinks that the world is flat

Earth mover
Mighty big mover
Whoa earth mover
Is tearin' my old shack down
And there ain't no way I can stake my claim
This here is a movin' town
No there ain't no way I can stake my claim
This here is a movin' town

(guitar solo)

Whoa earth mover
Mighty big mover
Whoa earth mover
Is tearin' my old shack down
And there ain't no way I can stake my claim
This here is a groovin' town
No there ain't no way I can stake my claim
This here is a groovin' town
This here is a movin' town
This here is a movin' town
This here is a groovin' town

Come on and move it
Come on and move it
This here is a movin' town
Come on and move it
Come on and move it
This here is a movin' town
Come on and move it
Come on and move it
This here is a movin' town
Come on and move it
Come on and move it
This here is a movin' town
(etc - adlib to end)

Dance for Me

(instrumental)

Banana Pudddin'

Banana puddin 4X

Moma's hard at work back in the kitchen

Day old banana puddin (repeat  below)

and daddy's on the sofa just a moanin and a bitchin

I want somethin good and sweet to eat

Something that's easy on the gums and teeth

pud pud pud pud ain't that a slippery groove

it takes a little time to develop the flavor

to soak it all up with your vanilla wafer

so get out your bowl and your wooden spoon

cause I can smell your puddin clean across this room

well Momma's still at work back in the kitchen

daddy's on the sofa still a moanin and a bitchin

what goes good with my meat and three

a little pinch of puddin and some sweet tea

(bridge)

yeah its day old and bold baby

so give me somethin funky with the skin on top

somethin funky that's what I got

||: somethin funky with the skin on top

somethin funky that's what I got :||

I want some day old

whoo whoo banana puddin

give me that day old banana puddin

I want some day old banana puddin

Give me that day old

40 Miles to Vegas

writer: R. Miller (1997)
publisher: Monkey Dog Music
affiliate: BMI

Broken-down busted on the state line road

A lonesome truck driver on the only pay phone

Just our luck, look what just rolled up

A one-eyed man in a yellow tow truck

So come on, come on, won’t ya get it on the rack?

I got a gig in Vegas and I ain’t looking back

Oh, sweet baby, the money we’ll be makin’

It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin’

Chorus:

40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’

40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’

I been givin’ what the road’s been takin’

40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’

Dreamin’ of 8-balls and one-eyed jacks

The tow truck driver was high on crack

He was talkin’ ‘bout some friends that had died

When his head started twitchin’, my mouth went dry

My man, my man, take it real slow

We’re in no hurry, just keep us on the road

I opened up his smokes ‘cause his hands were shakin’

It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin’

Repeat chorus

Dreamin’ of 8-balls and one-eyed jacks

The tow truck driver was high on crack

He was so high like the desert sky

I thought to myself, man we’re all gonna die

You work so hard just to get to a place

Wonderin’ if the catch is worth the chase

When I get to where I’m goin’, you know I’ll be stayin’

40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’

Repeat chorus

Love-A-Rama

Hey love a rama

||: Love a rama :||

lets all have a love a rama

well the higher the mountain the colder the breeze

The young girls will get more the tighter they squeeze? 

love a rama

lets have a love a rama

well ?????????

your the darlin that I'm after

love a rama

lets have a love a rama

hey hey hey

(solo)

well the stronger the mule

the deeper the plow

I need your lovin and I need it right now

well ? ? ? ?once around the stall

your my darlin I should have known

but love a rama

well lets have a love a rama

Deja Varoom

(Instrumental)

Country Funk

What's that there on your pantleg boy

It must be that country funk

Dirty elbows and grimy knees

I was hers from the very first squeeze

now all I got is my magazines

country funk

What's that drippin down them (bibs)? there boy

it must be that country funk

What's that drippin down your bibs there boy

curly hair and a factory tan

painted nails on some callused hands

she found a boy but she left her a man

(solo)

she ? herself I can't get no relief

I saw things I should have never seen

now all I got is my magazines

and now she's gone

I'm all alone

and its so hard in the mornin

won't you please come home

until then I'll pretend

what's that there on your pantleg boy?

Strangest Ways

my baby's got the strangest ways of sayin

hoo hoo who wheee

strip a jerky long and lean

serve it up with a side of mean?

she's the one she's crazy and wild

knocks me out with that hillbilly style

got her number off a bathroom stall

it was late but she took my call

come on baby won't you give me a kiss

she knocked the ceiling with her balled up fist

she's a meaner than a hog in heat

kicks me in bed with them big old feet

now roll it over baby your so sweet

cause there's a (rubber neckin)? country geek

she's the one she's a crazy and wild

she knocks me out with that hillbilly style

Theme From the Cheaters
(instrumental)

House of Bamboo

number 54

the house with the bamboo door

bamboo roof and a bamboo walls

it's even got a bamboo floor

you must get to know

soho joe

he runs an espresso

called the house of bamboo

it's made of sticks - sticks and bricks

but you can get your kicks

in the house of baboo

well in this casino

you can drink a 'chino

and its got ya swingin to the cha cha

dance the bolearo? in a sombraro

shake like a snake

you wanna a (?) when the cats are hoppin

let your two feet move a to the big beat

pick yourself a kittin

and listen to the platter that rocks the jukebox

i'm telling you

when you're blue

well there's a lot to do

in the house of bamboo

go big boy

(solo)

lets go go

Carve that Possum

Well my dog (bark and )I went to see

carve on to the heart (repeat throughout)

a possum on a limb starin down at me

well I reached up and took him on in

It was the last damn thing that possum ever did

you got ta carve that possum

you got to carve on to the heart

lay sweet potato's in a pan

the best darn eatin in the whole southern land

well that possum meat is just all right by me

always so red and always so sweet

Hidden Track (Put your shoes back on?)

Rick spoken

Plastic seat sweat

oh my  butt is mighty wet

I got that plastic seat sweat

in the summer

when it gets real hot

going to the beach or sittin in a parking lot

you get that plastic seat sweat

plastic seat sweat

my balls sure are wet

I'ts that plastic seat sweat

mmmm

that(stopped)

I get them in the car

when were takin a drive

got a sweaty butt by the time I arrive

plastic seat sweat

my balls sure are wet

with that plastic seat sweat

mmm whoo

gettin kinda sweet

I ain't washed them all week

plastic seat sweat

mmm mmmm mmm

(instro)