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Richland Women Blues
03:52
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Mess O' Chicken
04:40
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Mess O’Chicken
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
Storms may blow. Winds may wail
Lesser men may sicken
But I have never realized my capacity for chicken
Waitress I been sweet on her name’s Clara
Or was her name Sarah?
Anyway her last name was O’Hara
Or maybe McNamara?
Got the hips likes ships She got the honeydew tits
Got the smile white as light
If I catch her in a week or more I’m gonna ask her to be my …
I am a mighty man
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
Does he steal the moon from the night
Yes I do Yes I do Yes I do
Does he steal every heart in sight
Yes I do Yes I do Yes I do
Who’s that sneakin’ out the back door around midnight last night
Well it look like the Chicken Man
Weren’t no ‘coon or possum, woman
He was carryin’ a frying Pan
Don’t give me that crap about the gas man Clara
Don’t’ tell me you was alone
I poked my head under the bed and found a mess of chicken bones
I am a mighty man
I can eat of mess o’chicken
I am a mighty man
Boil it Roast it Broil it Broast it
Barbeque or fry it
Let me get my greasy fingers around your giblets honey
Let’s try to keep this quiet
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Bokar
02:54
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Bokar
There’s a town in Wisconsin that you gotta go see
The women all stand and salute when they pee
Men all eat their hamburgers raw
The butcher’s well over three feet tall in Bokar
I went to a restaurant. Who did I see
At the next table over throwing breadsticks at me?
Jimmy Hoffa, Amelia Earhart, and half the staff of the local Kmart in Bokar
Nothing here makes any sense
There’s a Masonic Temple with a barbed wire fence
City Counsel praise the Pagan Gods
Stir their martinis with divining rods in Bokar
People here they’re out of their gourds
They’re stirrin’ up Kool-Aid with water from Lourdes
Someone tried to sell me a piece of the cross
And a bottle of the Virgin Mary’s Barbeque Sauce in Bokar
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Guilty
05:04
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The Pennsylvania Polka
02:32
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Good-Bye to Booze
06:19
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Bete Noir
05:38
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Bete Noir
I’m tired of chintz and Vivaldi.
Water color on the wall.
Your talk is lousy with references to Nietzsche, Oscar Wilde, and Chagall.
There’s just so much grief that one man can take who’s living in a gilded cage
Find yourself another noble savage
Maybe one who’s not so crazy with rage.
When I’m loose, won’t do you no good being rich
I’m a free fucking whiskey dribblin’ son-of-a-bitch
Cutting through town like a cross-cut saw
Defoliating chicken. Inhaling coleslaw
Lurching Loud Lascivious Lude
A monster of the moral turpitude
A McCormick Reaper of illicit glee
Unheedful of what the consequences be
Hear the cacophony of drunken ravings
Behold the orgy of unnatural cravings
Appetite devoid of mitigating factor
An ambulating thermonuclear reactor
I’ll smoke you up and throw you away like a twenty cent cigar
Babe I wanna be your Bete Noir.
Turn down the CD player, hon.
I believe it’s time we spoke
You’re smug. You’re annoying, You’re ugly. You’re self-centered, and you cannot take a joke
Your family are inbred morons. Your friends a bunch of stupid goddamn cows
Now I’m gonna do you the favor of busting up your goddamned house
When the building starts shaking, hon, it’s time to get out
Better prepare the evacuation route
Cutting through town like a cross-cut saw
Defoliating chicken. Inhaling coleslaw
Lurching Loud Lascivious Lude
A monster of the moral turpitude
A McCormick Reaper of illicit glee
Unheedful of what the consequences be
Hear the cacophony of drunken ravings
Behold the orgy of unnatural cravings
Appetite devoid of mitigating factor
An ambulating thermonuclear reactor
I’ll smoke you up and throw you a way like a twenty cent cigar
I wanna be your Bete Noir.
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Sunny Afternoon
03:53
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The Ranch
03:41
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The Ranch
Oooooh
Ay mi cabeza
My tears drops are making a flood
My bathroom faucet is leaking out drops of my blood
From the window of my condo I witness the darkening sky
I’ll plunder their coffers of silver and westward I’ll ride
To a desert plateau I will go to my stucco hacienda
Feeding my needs with my illegally gained legal tender
My saddlebags are light. They yearn for the heft of your loot
The back of your head will soon wear the tread of my boot
Buff my two-toned wingtips and I’m on my way
My sawed-off fits so snuggly in my attaché
I’ll make my big withdrawal from the downtown branch
And hightail it back to The Ranch
I’ll head for Baja Bay
I’m gonna steal away
A senorita from the first cantina that I see
And run like a rabbit for The Ranch
I’ll cross the Texas sands
I’ll ford the Rio Grande
Shout “Howdy!” to those refugees a-heading the other way
And run like hell for The Ranch
I hope they come for me
I’ve got more guns then the artillery
I’m coked up to the gills and hopping like a jumping bean
Come and see me at The Ranch
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Rich Krueger Chicago, Illinois
A literary songwriter of the first rank. It’s his quavering, compassionate, observant, imaginative, sometimes overstuffed,
always eloquent songwriting that his crack bands are there to put across, as they do, unfailingly.... the kind of miracle that keeps me checking out thousands of albums a year so I can grade a couple hundred for posterity.
- Robert Christgau, Dean of American Rock Critics
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