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Palmer Johnson Yacht
03:32
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Now that the shipyard's closed
I'm working at the Conoco
And you drive by with your Palmer Johnson Yacht
With your Mount Gay rum, your gin and tonic
For your trophy bride who's mounted on the front
Big Box Billy is gutting our city
Putting strip malls in for a million bucks a shot
But I don't get a lot of job satisfaction
Pumping out gas for your Palmer Johnson Yacht
There's a hole in the road
There's a hole in my home
There's a hole in the road
There's a hole in my heart
For seventy years we've worked this city
Since my grampa came and landed on the dock
My dad and my brother and me were riveters
But that's all smashed like a trawler on the rocks
Still I feel lucky cuz my kids are healthy
And my wife's got bene's from working at the bank
But I don't get a lot of job satisfaction
Pumping out gas for your Palmer Johnson Yacht
There's a hole in the road
There's a hole in my home
There's a hole in the road
There's a hole in my heart
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2. |
Steel Bridge Tender
02:48
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It goes up, it goes down
It goes up and then again it goes down
And it feels like the whole damn town
Are honking their horns cuz it's taking so long
I'm a steel bridge tender (4x)
Well the boats gather round
Yeah the boats they all gather around
But I hold all the power
So I only let them go through once an hour
I'm a steel bridge tender (4x)
Everyone says she's old
Everyone says she's old
I don't know but I've been told
I'm a steel bridge tender (4x)
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3. |
Fortune Teller
02:26
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Fortune Teller
Why'd you have to tell me that
Fortune Teller
That my baby's gonna leave me flat
It might take a week and it might take a month
It might be when I'm old and fat
I wish I didn't know what you told me, oh
Why'd you have to tell me that
We just heard wedding bells
She had that new bride smell
As we were walking down
The boulevards of New Orleans
She saw your window signs
And your neon lights
Twenty dollars for a reading
From the Cajun Queen
You read my tarot cards and my tea leaf shards
Said the lines upon my palm proved I'd live in pain
Why'd you tell me that, I want my ignorance back
Back when I believed she'd love me
Until my dying day
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4. |
Highway Man
04:12
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Her voice is whispering through the telephone
Babe I miss you when you coming home
I know you're driving as fast as you can go
But I need you when I'm here alone
(I know you're)
Driving up through the mountains
And down through the rain
Winding through the valley
And you're doubling back again
But I need you beside me
Need to feel your hands
Need to know you're more
Than just a highway man
Sometimes I wonder why I make the haul
I used to love this, now I don't at all
I make a living, I'm barely getting by
I miss my children, I miss my wife
It's getting harder, harder every day
To earn a living in an honest way
I used to think I, I was above the fray
But now I know I, I just need the pay
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5. |
Nose Of The Wolf
03:23
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He drove his old bass boat
From the bay in Duluth
Down through the nose of the Wolf
To the east and the south and the paw
And he felt the years of tears in his eyes
And is ears felt the bite of the wind
As it blew back his silver hair
But he clung to the shore
With a dog's sense of fear
And the name of his daughter
Seemed to sigh from the sigh from the motor
As he brought it down to half
And the bay turned the color of roses in summer
And the evening sun fingered the earth
When he found her under the old bay bridge
Her dress had snagged on along
And he reached down the cold of her arm
But his eyes and mouth were dry
And he stared up through the grates and the steel
At the tourist cars going by
And he lifted her up and laid her down
For the long ride home into the wind
And the name of his daughter
Seemed to cry from the motor
As he brought it up to full
And the bay seemed to shimmer
From oil on the water
And the silver moon pulled at the shore
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6. |
Jimmy Dugan
03:07
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What's Jimmy Doogan doing? (2x)
What's Jimmy Doogan doing now?
Jimmy Doogan's on the street
But we all know he's a cheat
He's working all the angles
Dresses like the man is made
He's got the ace of spades
Etched in ink down on his ankle
But he can't get a game
Because he made his name, we call him "Weasel"
Jimmy Doogan you better keep on moving
Because we won't even give you the time of day
chorus
Jimmy Doogan's got it bad
She's the best he's never had
We call her Cinderella
Kinda hides behind her mom
Jimmy thinks the girl's the bomb
And he'd die to be her fella
But you can bet she knows
Where Jim's love grows
She smells a rat, yeah she can smell it
Jimmy Doogan you better keep on moving
Because she won't even give you the time of day
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7. |
Smart Wool Pasties
01:41
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Sally Rae Schipper
Is a Winnipeg stripper
Who knows how to please the boys
The cash they're throwing's
For what's NOT showing
That's what brings the noise
She said I'm no hero
Ten below zero
Is a little too cold for me
So I paid top dollar
For a mink fur collar
And smart wool nipple pasties
They go round and round and round and round
And they keep me nice and warm
No matter how cold
That north wind blows
Those monster Canadian storms
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8. |
Jean
04:24
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I landed here after the fall a few years back
Seems like the sun's still in my eyes
Why have I stayed here all this time, why?
Jean and I sort of fell together
She blew in on an east wind storm
Found me sitting here drinking pain killers
In a beach side bar in St. John
I guess it's time I should think about leaving
Folks back home might be missing me
I've gotta find a way to keep believing
The last one left with Jean
Jean
Boats come and go every hour on the hour
Across that bay so blue and green
I'm still here nursing pain killers
The last boat left with Jean
I swore I'd never let Jean see me crawl
My back's been burned by the sunshine
And I've been stopped by this morning squall
I've really gotta leave this time
Jean
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Buttercup
03:22
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I'm gonna cut you up buttercup
And stick you in my trunk
Drive out to the desert and dig a hole
I'm gonna cover your head in spunk
And shovel on some dirt
Maybe that way I can cover up this hurt
You used to be sweet as apple pie
Now you're sauerkraut
Ever since you doinked that other guy
And thought I'd never find out
I'm gonna cut you up buttercup
And stick you in my trunk
Drive out to the desert and dig a hole
I should've known you didn't have sewing class every night
Cuz no one ever really sews that much
I should've known something was up
When you booked that business trip
Cuz you don't even have a job
I'm gonna cut you up buttercup
And stick you in my trunk
Drive out to the desert and dig a hole
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10. |
Whiskey
01:31
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What's that thing about whiskey?
Makes me feel so good
Especially round about 3am
When you know I'm up to no good
What's that thing about Whiskey?
Makes me feel so fine
Especially round about 3am
When I'm half out of my mind
Made me lose my happy home
Made me lose my bride
Made me lose everything I own
But I feel so good inside
What's that thing about Whiskey?
Makes me feel so fine
Especially round about 3am
When I'm half out of my mind
I'll drink it straight from a liter bottle
Drink it from a metal flask
People say "why you like it so much"
Baby do you have to ask?
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Papermill
03:47
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One store left in Hoxeyville
Cuz there ain't nothing here no more
30 odd houses standing empty
Since the papermill closed its doors
Who can say where the people went
I heard John Hall's working for the government
He told me it's the last damn job that's left
Since the paper mill closed its doors
Oh, there ain't nothing here no more
The paper mill closed its doors
John was foreman up in Parts & Sparks
He knew every bolt and wire
If any machine was ever broken down
He had it fixed in a half an hour
Now he's carrying a heavier load
Scraping dead deer off the side of the road
Backing breaking work for a sixty year old
But the paper mill closed its doors
Ain't nothing here no more
The papermill closed its doors
Crisis hovers cuz it's timeless
What we do is what defines us
Volunteering at the Baptist church
When the Second Harvest truck comes round
Company closings left me in the lurch
But I can't seem to leave this town
Grampa came here back in thirty-two
Goddamn I'll probly die here too
What the hell else am I supposed to do
The paper mill closed its doors
Ain't nothing here no more
The paper mill closed its doors
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12. |
Ghost Town
03:51
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Flashing stop lights blowing in the wind
Alone on Main Street once again
All the bars are open but the crowds have all grown thin
Alone on Main Street once again
Weekend bikers leave their angels in the dust
I need a vision I can trust
I'm living in a ghost town, ghost town
Soul survivor, leaves all turning brown
Ghost town
You left Sunday as I opened up the shop
I found your earring on the counter top
I thought to call you but the fantasy was gone
It's hard to wake up all alone
Fading photos, just the two of us
I need a vision I can trust
I'm living in a ghost town, ghost town
Soul survivor, leaves all turning brown
Ghost town
People come here always looking to break free
With no idea how their lives could really be
Season's crowds keep coming
People push and shove
Turn around and leave this town I love
Ghost town
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