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Songs We Made Up

by The Matchsellers

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edgeoflove50 You guys are incredible! I have always felt like I was from a different time.. where things were simple and the little things admired. Your music takes me there. Thankyou for bringing the sweeter things in life back one song at a time! Just the right amount of kooky and nostalgia♡
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Betty Sue 02:51
Now hey Betty Sue, what did you do? You went around talking to who you shouldn’t to, uh huh Lordy me, lordy my! Way out west in Colorado You ran into your cousins Billy and Joe, uh huh They smoked out all night Whoa Betty Sue All I want want want want want want is you But every time I try to get you to stay You’re always going going going going going going away Well you hopped on a bus and plane and train And you crossed the ocean, you went to Spain, uh huh Was a long day Walked around with shaky knees All the way to the Pyrenees, uh huh Like a-Hemingway
Now Tom F. Bates, he went away On one very fateful day But he didn’t fly or hit the road He rode away on a riverboat Now the boat was called the Eulenspiegel No one knew if it was legal It was made from a bunch of trash It was cheap and it didn’t go fast Said goodbye mother and goody bye father And goodbye sister and goodbye brother And to his dog he said, adios! And he went away on a riverboat He started out from Kansas City Went down that old Missouri Switched out to the Mississippi When he got to St. Louis When he wanted to get himself clean He had to take off all his clothing He was butt-naked but he didn’t mind He jumped in the river and he had a good time Now people do ask him, why’d you do it? Tom F. Bates just smiles a little bit He says doesn’t it sound like fun to go Down a crooked river on a riverboat?
All day at the office makes a body grow weak I've gotta dress up all fancy, be polite when I speak I wanna kick off my shoes, grow my beard long Take fewer showers and sing this song Oh find me a place where guitars strum all night Where strangers share drugs in the firelight Where the bands play a show in the woods somewhere And the whiskey smells like dirt and beard hair Well I've filled up my cooler with string cheese and beer Got my bag chair and my flip flops 'cause it's that time of year I'm gonna cram all my friends in the old pickup truck And we'll all hit the road heading for you know what
Every time I look at you I fall down to my knees and ask the lord please, Why oh why oh why did you do this to me? Every time I think of you I get water in my eyes, try not to cry Somebody kill me or at least tell me why! I’m going back, back, back, back Back back back back back back back back back back Every time I taste that taste Of old strawberry ice cream, I begin to dream ‘Bout the time we smooched while eatin’ ice cream Every time I smell your soap Well, I get to feeling mean, I kick and punch and scream Don’t throw me back into that dang time machine!
I was standing out on old Bourbon Street Smoking my sister’s cigarettes and listening to sneakered feet When I saw her on the other sidewalk Wearing a golden jacket and makeup caked like chalk Green hair, eyes blonde My mama says you’re all backwards, but I know that’s wrong! ‘Cause you’re the cutest thing this boy’s ever seen You must’ve been the Mentone Egg Queen You went into The Bulldog and you got yourself a beer And all the men sitting in there looked at you mighty queer Someone took a hit of crack, sat down next to you You punched his nuts, he fell to his knees and sneezed A-CHOO!
Help me in my weakness Help me in my pain I'm so far from home I forgot my name The houses there are plenty The nickels there are few The day I walked away I was tootin’ my own kazoo Wicked is the world Oh whoa is me I want to hold my lover But I went across the sea The houses there are plenty The nickels there are few The day I walked away I was tootin’ my own kazoo
Wake up Sally, wake up Sue Wake up Johnny I'm in love with you Oh tell me what to do I see you running, I hold my breath If I can't get you what kind of life is left Oh you know what to do Get the phone and call the courthouse clerk Come on babe, now's not the time for work The time is now, the day is right Come on Johnny run away with my tonight Oh you know what to do I'd drink with Jesus, I'd say a prayer If I could wake up with you right there Oh you know what to do
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose Sometimes you have to play when you don’t want to Sometimes you’re right, sometimes you’re wrong Sometimes you just get taken along Hey there ma, hey there pa Looks like I must’ve done something wrong They put a bag on my head, covered my face And they haven’t let me sleep in the last five days They got me chained up against the wall Punched me in the face and nearly broke my jaw Remember my old friend Charlie, that psychopath kid Who tried to bomb the school with that old science kit? Apparently he’s the reason I’m stuck in here now I haven’t seen him in years and wouldn’t even know how But he said my name when they got him in Spain So they busted down my door, hauled my ass away
Well it’s cold as it’s ever been in San Antonio Even the trees, they got frostbite I’m alone freezing to my bones And I see those lights But they ain’t the lights I wanted They don’t have the right glow And they ain’t getting dimmer As I go on down the road And it’s dark as it’s ever been in San Antonio Can’t see the stars in the sky I’m alone 1000 miles from home And I see those lights
Look at Me 02:22
Look at me and I’ll look at you Look at all the little things that we do Look on your cellphone look on the screen Everybody look at me Look at the crabgrass look at the fence Look at a dime, look at ten pence Look at the barbed wire, it’s twisty Everybody look at me Look at the shack, look at the shed Look at aluminum foil instead Look at the fire, now at a tree Everybody look at me Look real fast and then real slow Look at all the little things that you know Look at the hair that’s down on your feet Everybody look at me Look to the left and then look up Look at the bug inside of your cup Look real sad and now happy Everybody look at me Look at your car’s rearview mirror Objects are closer than they appear Look at the Chapstick you bought last week Everybody look at me Look at the glue inside of a book Look at the pictures we coulda took Be sure to look before you pee Everybody look at me
Well I asked you to leave But you ate all my crackers Along with my fancy Swiss cheese When the morning came you were all gone And you stole my poor heart from me Well you took my favorite socks And my remote control You hauled off the big screen TV When the morning came you were all gone And you stole my poor heart from me
The dandelions and dust are a- floating through the air I’m all alone, you don’t even care So I’m gone, oh mama I’m gone You’re coming down the stair in your flip-flop-dee-floobies I’m walking out the door singing shoo-be-doo-be ‘Cause I’m gone, oh mama I’m gone Yodel-a-hee, yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee, yodel-a-hee Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I’m taking your spaghetti sauce and throwing it on the floor I’m gonna skateboard right through it, break the lightswitch at your door And be gone, oh mama I’m gone I’ll put a firecracker underneath your pillowcase Stick a bottle rocket up your butt, a roman candle in your face And be gone, oh baby I’m gone Yodel-a-hee, yodel-a-hee Yodel-a-hee, yodel-a-hee Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Well I know you hate me like a dentist hate pop Like a toe hates a jam, like a nose hates snot Like dandelions and dust hate getting caught When they’re floating through the air up by some treetop So I’m gone, oh baby I’m gone


This album was recorded live on a single microphone in Julie's living room in Kansas City, Missouri, in October 2015. Andrew Morris and Julie Bates wrote and performed on all tracks, Julie on her Czech-made Dvorák violin and Andrew on his 1975 Mossman Tennessee Flat Top guitar. We were joined by Matthew Hawkins on 5-string banjo and Chris DeVictor on upright bass on tracks 1, 5, 6, 9, 10 and 11.


released February 12, 2016

Julie Bates - Fiddle, Vocals
Chris DeVictor - Bass
Matthew Hawkins - Banjo
Andrew Morris - Guitar, Vocals

All tracks by Andrew Morris except track 3 by Julie Bates and track 12 by Bates/Morris.
Engineered by Andrew Morris
Mastered by Johnny Kenepaske in Independence, Missouri
Printed by Nuvidea in Overland Park, Kansas
Cover photos by Mathias Kang in San Antonio, Texas
"The Matchsellers" sign made by Casey Jones in Silver Lake, Indiana
Album Art by Julie Bates


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The Matchsellers Kansas City, Kansas

The Matchsellers are Warsaw, Indiana native Andrew Morris and Julie Bates of Kansas City, Missouri. The two met in Germany in 2012. Since then, they have collected influences from various regional styles of American folk music. Their work has delved into subjects as academic as “German-American Musical Exchange” and as wild as “Science Fiction Bluegrass”. ... more


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