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Betty Sue
02:51
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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
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The Riverboat Song
02:21
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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?
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3. |
Dirt and Beard Hair
02:25
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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
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4. |
Doktor Seltsam
03:08
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5. |
Back Back Back Back
02:48
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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!
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6. |
Mentone Egg Queen
02:26
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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!
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7. |
Tootin' My Own Kazoo
02:21
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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
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8. |
Wake Up Sally
03:16
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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
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9. |
Sometimes You Win
03:04
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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
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10. |
The Lights I Wanted
02:39
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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
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11. |
Look at Me
02:22
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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
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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
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13. |
Dandelions and Dust
02:51
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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
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14. |
The Gohlis Waltz
01:38
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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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