Move Along: Volume One

by Terrible

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released April 25, 2013

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Track Name: Plank Row
Rather be in Michigan, midst all hail and rain
Than for to be in Nashville, boys, wearing the ball and chain

I won’t get drunk no more
I won’t get drunk no more
Won’t get drunk no more
Way down the old Plank Row

Liquored up in Times Square, almost suicide
I just don’t understand why people pay for this fuckin’ ride

Been from coast to coast oh lord knows I drank my fill
Tell me where your hovel is and I’ll go and drain your still

The road back east is winding with mountains in the sky
Sure am glad I’m not behind the wheel with twin moons on the rise

Dony, oh dear Dony, why do you treat me so?
Caused me to wear the ball and chain and now my ankles sore

On the road back home, oh lord, my head’s in such a spin
Find myself an unlocked door but this ain’t my home I’m in
Track Name: 91' Ford Machine
Been up all night rattlin’ them chains
Making that ruckus again
Baby you know I need my rest

I wish you’d stop shaking your head
You’d feel better honey, just come back to bed
Spent all day digging a hole to bury that past

And I don’t know where you’re going
When you’re gone I’ll be sorry for ever knowing your name

Got a 91’ Ford Machine
Got a 91’ Ford machine
She runs all right when I can afford that gasoline

You know the keys are hung on the wall
You know the keys are hung on the wall
Take for a ride honey, but please don’t forget to call

It’s a mile and a quarter to and from work
It’s a mile and a quarter before and after dark

You know I gotta make it on foot
Ever since you took my Ford on the move
It’s a long old way to come home alone

Got a 91’ Ford machine
Got a 91’ Ford machine
She runs alright when I can afford that gasoline

You know the keys are hung on the wall
You know the keys are hung on the wall
Take for a ride honey, but please don’t forget to call
Track Name: What I Damn Well Please
If yesterday skips or repeats
Throw your body in the street
Light a dollar bill at the bar
Don’t sell your guitar

I’ll do what I damn well please

Blood and bones
And a spirit home
All you’ll ever need
Like a bear on a stream

I’ll do what I damn well please

You once agreed that life is brief

I’ll do what I damn well please
Track Name: Hammer
My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer
With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down the barricade
Hear Jockey Full of Bourbon on the stereo replay
Mutiny and a terrible panic on the promenade

I been knocked out on the floor before
Johnny Walker is talking to me through the hallway door
Your sisters and mothers and fathers and brothers tonight remain unseen
So my dear child won’t you follow me through this television screen?

The stars are marked, it’s three in the morning, I’m walking alone
Paint boot stroke neon, cast streetlight shadows, just a strolling Van Gogh
Sign stops my eye reads “this world is not my home”
Hung round the neck of a man in the corner on a trombone

The sky is falling and I’m mauling on my enemies
Each decent man is one by one deceased
I harden and laugh and pardon all felonies
Pardon me, I did not know my grin brought on the police

My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer
With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down this barricade

Where, where do I go?
Fly, fly away home
Track Name: Sunny Day
It’s a sunny day, but it’s rainin’ hard
It’s a sunny day, but it’s rainin’ hard
My baby says loves gotten too damn hard

Well thunder clouds please won’t you roll
Said thunder clouds please won’t you roll
Force that river over the banks, driving from my baby’s door

I gave her sugar for sugar, but she wants salt for salt
I gave her sugar for sugar, but she wants salt for salt
If you can’t get along now, it’s your own damn fault

Goin’ out to east Texas where them thunder clouds don’t go
Goin’ out to east Texas where them thunder heads don’t show
If those storm clouds find me to west Texas I could go

It’s a sunny day, but it’s rainin’ hard
It’s a sunny day, but it’s rainin’ hard
My baby says loving me is too damn hard

It’s a sunny day, but it’s rainin’ hard
It’s a sunny day, but it’s rainin’ hard
My baby says loving me is too damn hard
Track Name: Turn It Around
Well I’m almost of whiskey, just about out of friends
I used to have a good old lady to kiss me and now she won’t let me in
I get her answering machine, such an awful sound
She’s the reason I been kicked out of every bar in town

I'm gonna turn it around,
Gonna turn it around tonight
I'm gonna get that woman flowers
Make everything alright

So I went to the florist to see what’s kicking in her bed
She said I'm out of roses and all them violets are dead
She said bugs got the carnations and all them daffodils
I said if I don't do something tonight that woman's gonna have me killed

I'm gonna turn it around
Gonna turn it around tonight
I'm gonna get that woman chocolate
Make everything alright

So I went to the candy store, but the door was locked
Just inside the window there was a little heart shaped box
Before I could even stop and think what the hell is wrong with me
I took a crowbar to that windowpane went running on down the street

I'm gonna turn it around,
Gonna turn it around tonight
See I got my woman chocolates
Make everything alright

I’m gonna get that woman’s door with chocolates in my hand
She opened the door said get the hell out of here
I said woman I’m your man
Said you know I love you baby, so what’s it gonna be
Just then the cops rolled up guns out screaming son you gotta come with me

I tried to turn it around
Tried to turn it around tonight
See I got that woman chocolates
Now they got me wearing stripes
See I got my woman chocolates
Now I’m sharing a cell with big bad Bubba tonight
Track Name: All Along
Cumulus, a goodbye kiss
Free Coca-Cola and I’m gone
A window seat, no plans no friends to meet
Just the moon and me when I land

Won’t hold no hand, I’ll be gone
Won’t hold no hand, I’ll be gone
All along I been gone

Diamond ring at the bottom of the drawer
Never seen nor worn, just a souvenir
I been singing to the wall
Tarring feathers to the posters
I don’t feel no holy ghost here
I could use some gasoline

I won’t be seen, I’ll be gone
I won’t be seen, I’ll be gone

Take that diamond ring to a pawnshop in the rain
Get five hundred dollars to spend

I could tell the sun, risin’ on the highway
The twisted tale of my day, or maybe just a joke
I could buy a rowboat, write some notes
Put on a winter coat and sail away

Won’t be afraid, won’t be afraid
Won’t be afraid, I’ll be gone
Won’t be afraid, I’ll be gone
All along, I been gone
All along, I been gone
Track Name: Tell Me, Oh Tell Me
Tell me oh tell me, where do you go
When you leave in the evenings from your high painted window

Cause I'd stand there for hours and I'd stand there for days
Just trying to find a way to your heart's inner maze

Said you didn't love no vagrants, so I got me some work
Down at the courthouse as a lowly clerk

But I could haven't your time and I couldn't have your smile
Cause I was more like a crocodile in wait in the Nile

Then I worked in the parlor and I played in the band
Couldn't get close enough to ever take hold of your hand

Fell off a freight train, fell down walking the line
Fell in some whiskey and I damn near died

Tell me, oh tell me where do you go
When you leave in the evening from your high painted window

Down on the corner, died in the street
Don't see nobody just the police and me

If you would just lend me your lily white hand
Think we could find our way to the promised land

But you gave me no answer and you gave no reply
So I loaded my shotgun and I'm waiting for you outside

Tell me, oh tell me just where do you go
When you leave in the evenings from your high painted window

When you leave in the evening from your high painted window
Track Name: Shortnin' Bread
Teach me to make that shortnin' bread uh-huh
Teach me to make that shortnin' bread uh-huh
Teach me to make that shortnin' bread or better yet let me sleep in your bed, uh-huh

Teach me to make that coffee black and strong
Teach me to make that coffee black and strong
If you teach me to make that coffee strong I'll sing you all my jailbird songs, uh-huh

Teach me to sing them good time tunes oh yeah
Teach me to sing them good time tunes oh yeah
If you teach me to sing them good time tunes
I'll teach you how to howl the blues uh-huh

Teach me to make that shortnin' bread uh-huh
Teach me to make that shortnin' bread uh-huh
Teach me to make that shortnin' bread or better yet let me sleep in your bed, uh-huh
Track Name: Biographer
Silver trees
Or is that snow perched upon the leaves?
Desert air
I can’t recall how I got here
Florida bridge
Where the ghosts do sleep I also make my bed
Headlight fog
Has dawn arrived already or has this slumber left me lost?

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No more questions in his skull
As far as I could tell, he lost the words to tell

A moonlit sky
On Coney Island all alone at night
Dip my toe in the beach
And I’m hopin’ that the cops don’t smell my weed
Smoke and lies
Well time is slow but she’s on my side
A long ol’ ride
Whether you’re on the road or locked up deep inside

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No more questions in his skull
As far as I could tell, he lost the words to tell

These dreams at night got me screamin’ at everyone I love
I’m hopin’ and I’m eager with my teeth all tangled up
I don’t mind what they’re saying
But I just can’t go on living this a way

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
Lonely waves on a rainy coast
I can tell you how it feels to be a living ghost

The jailhouse pit
They took my money, my guitar, and my cigarettes
I lost the bet
But it don’t matter no more, I don’t owe no rent
Say goodnight
And maybe I’ll see you in the morning light
If I’m out by then
From Atlantic to Pacific I warn you all things end

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
No one has to know my name
I can come and go and leave just the same

My biographer is dead
And my life has finally began
Track Name: Ambulance
The ambulance has stalled
Lay me down on the road side
Seems a fittin' place to die
For a man as I

Could you tell the medic
Make them sirens quit
I could use some peace and quiet
I could use some peace and quiet

Is that a stream I hear way yonder
Could use a cool drink of water
But I can't go to father
No I can't go to father

Comb my hair and button my vest
Fold my hands crossed my chest
Can't face St. Peter like this
Can't face St. Peter a mess

That highway 51 is cruel
And she ain't sufferin' fools

The ambulance has stalled
Lay me down on the road side
Seems a fittin' place to die
For a man as I
Track Name: Pistol
I died tonight like I died in years before
My true love she just don’t understand
Speeding through the Texas panhandle with love on my mind
I can’t understand what it means to be alive

If you have any doubts
Put the pistol back into your mouth

Lay the barrel on the felt of the table
Feelin’ ready, feelin’ able
I suppose that you dialed my phone at the right time
Here we are, both alive

If you have any doubts
Put the pistol back into your mouth
If you want to be someone new
Drive that bullet through and through

No bottle of rum, no fifth of whiskey
Could teach me what it means to be free
So I thank you my old friend, I’ll be with you til’ the end
Or til’ death teaches us it’s pretend

If you have any doubts
Put the pistol back into your mouth
If you want to be someone new
Drive that bullet through and through

If you have any doubts
Put the pistol back into your mouth
Track Name: Henderson Chapman
Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty
Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty
There’s a war going on, there’s a war going on

Henderson Chapman well you been busy
You're sowin’ Charley Patton and the sheik of Mississippi, c’mon

Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty

Henderson Chapman well you been busy
You're sowin’ Charley Patton and the sheik of Mississippi, c’mon

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty

Well you’re pre-war, post-war, right in the middle
Spendin’ all your time in Mississippi teachin’ fiddle

Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty

Got a dick full of blues and a loin full of rhythm
Oh Henderson Chapman, you’re the one to give em’
Henderson Chapman you know I come right back home to you
Henderson Chapman that’s what I’m gonna do

Henderson Chapman thinkin’ bout Atlanty
Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty
Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty, yeah

Henderson Chapman you been busy
Sowin’ Charley Patton and the sheik of Mississippi, c’mon

Henderson Chapman dreamin’ bout Atlanty
Track Name: Dead & Gone
When I’m gone, when I’m dead and gone
Tell the undertaker to please lower me down slow

When I’m buried, when I’m dead and buried
Don’t forget to call my name into the stone

When I’m still, when I’m dead and still
Dig my grave with an iron spade

When I’m cold, when I’m dead and cold
See to it lord that my digger gets well paid

When I’m gone, when I’m dead and gone
Tell the undertaker to please lower me down slow

When I’m buried, when I’m dead and buried
Don’t forget to carve my name into the stone
Track Name: I'm So Depressed
I was born during the hard depression day, oh my lord
In July in south Georgia
Where the sun ran hot as a blaze
My folks was sharecroppers
And at the end of the year
We had nothing, we had nothing
We had nothing but grasshoppers

Looking back over my life
Oh lord, I’m so depressed
Help me somebody, I need some rest
Oh lord, I’m so depressed

Every boy needs a girl
Every girl needs a boy
I am a boy so full of love
I have no one to hold my hand
Tell me how long must I wander
Tell me how long must I cry
Will there be someone, someone to wipe
Dry the tears from my eyes
C’mon baby, rub my head
Rub my head while I lay down in this bed
Kiss me, kiss me baby
Til’ I feel alright, til’ I feel alright
Til’ I feel alright, til’ I feel alright

Looking back over my life
Oh lord, I’m so depressed
Help me somebody, I need some rest
Oh lord, I’m so depressed

Looking back over my life
Oh lord, I’m so depressed
Help me somebody, I need some rest
Oh lord, I’m so depressed