1. |
Lott Road
03:00
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Life has run you crazy
And that stuff has made you lazy
And you got a nasty cough
I think that shit is catchin
And there ain't no use in askin
Cause the answer's gonna piss you off
Mom and daddy told you
Mom and daddy tried to scold you
Mom and dad ain't got a goddamn clue
About the way the binges
Bout to pull you off your hinges
Ain't nothing no one can do
You think that you're so purty
But you're lookin kinda dirty
And that flirty game won't last
Cause first you feed em lies
And then you bleed em dry
And then you cry when they don't call back
I know you're gonna cuss me
Cause I know that you don't trust me
This ain't my first rodeo
I don't care about your chest
And I don't care about the rest
So you best get used to hearing no
You can shine a diamond
Till it turns into an island
You can polish up a turd
You can take it hard
And you can take it to the car
But Barbie, take it for what it's worth
And don't just sit there bleedin
I don't wanna hear your reason
You can travel the whole wide world
You can get the girl off of Lott Road
But you can't wash Lott Road off of the girl
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2. |
Hello Purgatory
02:46
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Hello purgatory
Hello, sour grapes
Some folks love to shove
A person's face in his mistakes
So give me liquor, love, or lima beans
It's all just about the same
Say farewell to the place I knew
And left behind in flames
I'm going down, so far down
I'll never have to see the sky
Where no one ever has to sit
And watch a grown man cry
Leave this place while some trace
Of dignity remains
And warm my hands beside
A burning bridge along the way
Goodbye AnnaLisa
Goodbye certainty
Wring your hands and make all of your
Damn demands on me
Feels like we're on the wrong side
Of whatever side we're on
I guess freedom's just another word
For nothing left to pawn
I'm going down, so far down
I'll never have to see the sky
Where no one ever has to sit
And watch a grown man cry
Leave this place while some trace
Of dignity remains
And warm my hands beside
A burning bridge along the way
Hello purgatory.
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3. |
Alabama
03:47
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I'm somewhere on that Jefferson Davis Parkway
Ten miles out of Jackson I believe
All these restless nights turn into dark days
With all these aces falling out of my sleeves
And I've never been so lonesome, I must say
Let the wheels turn around
Let the potter throw the clay
Cause I'm standing in the rain down here in Alabama
Watching all the trains down here in Alabama
It's got me all turned upside down
Inside out, round and round
And peace is nowhere to be found
Down in Alabama
When I was standing in that empty house in Mobile
I swore I'd never pass this way again
So I sat down on the floor
And drank till I could not feel, anymore
The shapes and shadows move beneath my skin
And I'm running for the overpass
Before the lightning starts again
Everything smells like ozone
Everywhere I've ever been
And I'm running in the rain down here in Alabama
Hanging from a chain down here in Alabama
It's got me all turned upside down
Inside out and round and round
And they'll put me in the ground
Oh down
Down in Alabama
Six feet down in Alabama
Heart of dixie
Could not fix me
Will you miss me
Alabama?
Will you miss me
Alabama?
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4. |
Mama Failed
02:30
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Mama tried, but mama failed
I'm surprised she lived to tell the tale
I'm hangin with the boys tonight
Down at the county jail
Mama tried, but mama failed
Mama was a good'un
But she couldn't plan for me
I came in this world
The same day she turned 17
Mama ain't that bright
But if you take a look at me
You'll find the apple don't fall too far from the tree
Mama tried, but mama failed
You can't empty out the ocean with a pail
And what you gonna do
With all the fishes and the whales?
Mama tried, but mama failed
Daddy was a cowboy
And by that I mean a lush
Went out one night for gas
And that's the last he saw of us
I don't know what we ever did
To make him want to leave
But he still comes and borrows money
In my dreams
Mama tried, but mama failed
There ain't no checks a-coming in the mail
And you ain't gotta buy it
Just cause they got it for sale
Mama tried, but mama failed
I know I took it hard
When my PaPaw passed away
He taught me how to work
And he taught me how to play
Sometimes me and Johnnie Walker
Walk on down to PaPaw's grave
And do it up again for old time's sake
Mama tried, but mama failed
Mama's tied to the rails
And I don't ask no questions
I just start pullin nails
Mama tried, but mama failed
Mama tried, but mama failed
I'm surprised she lived to tell the tale
These boys are lookin kinda rapey
Hope somebody gets my bail
Mama tried, but mama failed
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5. |
Granny's Song
03:44
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My dog run off with my truck
Ain't that just some kinda luck?
If the world was a tire
It would probably be on fire
You know a man just can't make a buck
My woman run off with my dad
Said it's the most fun she's had
Well hi-de-ho-de fuck you
And to Dear Daddy too
You know we don't think
You're even really our dad
Moonshine
Pine tree
Diesel
Snow
Teardrops
Pork chops
Look out below
It's fixin to blow
Feed store
Drug deal
Hubcaps
Grain
Small town
Meltdown
Girl down the lane
I hope she's in pain
My granny run off with the lord
2 or 3 years. Maybe 4.
And when I get there myself
She's gonna stand up and yell
"Looky there! That's my boy! And he's dead!"
My dog run off with my truck
Ain't that some kind of shit luck?
If the world was a tire
There'd be one big fire
You know a man just can't make a buck
The working man always gets stuck
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6. |
Half
02:50
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The glass is half full
When I'm pouring it
The glass is half empty
When I'm drinking it
Now it's only half way wrong
Your memory's half way gone
And when I'm done
I'll be half lit
I'm halfway to hell
On a nonstop
I got half off
Sending box tops
And I got half a mind
To quit wasting half my time
And if I just had half a time
Every time I said that
You left the door half open
When you hit the road
But that's only because
I always kept it half closed
Halfway hot
Is still just halfway cold
Now I've gone and got myself half old
The glass is half full
When I'm pouring it
The glass is half empty
When I'm drinking it
Now it's half past two
And I'm halfway over you
And that's no lie
Maybe a half-truth
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7. |
Lullaby
04:10
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8. |
Good Luck Tonight
03:49
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Good luck tonight
I hope you get to fuck tonight
I hope you don't get in a fight
With someone bigger than you
I hope you make it there
I hope you wake up in mid air
And all your life is fair
And all your dreams come true
I'm standing in this empty kitchen
Staring at the ceiling, floor, and walls
And you can't buy beer
After 2:00 around here
So I thought I might
Pick up the phone and call
And say good luck tonight
I hope you get to fuck tonight
I hope you get it right
And all your skies are blue
I hope you make it there
I hope it goes beyond compare
And all the stars out there
Shine down just for you
Maybe I will see you in the morning
Once your feet have finally touched the ground
And I know it ain't always pleasin
To hear the voice of reason
But I guess that's why
You always keep me around
Good luck tonight
I hope you get to fuck tonight
I hope you shine so bright
It's hard to look directly at you
I hope you catch a ride
I hope the door swings open wide
And as you walk inside
They all cheer for you
Good luck tonight
I hope you get to fuck tonight
I hope you don't get in a fight
With someone bigger than you
I hope you make it there
I hope you wake up in mid air
Without your underwear
And all your dreams come true
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9. |
West Virginia
04:13
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I'm driving through West Virginia
With some hillbilly skank
And I know I just got
My own self to thank
She's painting a picture
I'm drawing a blank
Hello West Virginia
It ain't her fault that she grew up so poor
Raised up by survivors
Of the parking lot wars
We consummated our love
On the cold bathroom floor
Of the Stuckey's on Route 94
But the highway is no place
For love, my dear
When I pull you close
You're still miles from here
And it's cold comfort in cold Texas toast
Girl you look like you just seen a ghost
And Jesus don't give out
No free truck stop meals
Grasping at razors for something to feel
Tall tales, guardrails, unbroken lines
Winning of hearts and minds
In a culvert in a clearing
As the wind starts to blow
Her eyes fill with rain
By the side of the road
And the sign says Ohio
Just ten miles to go
Goodbye West Virginia
Goodbye West Virginia
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10. |
Marlow
05:29
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Well I'm making you this phone call
Just to let you know
You're gonna be getting phone calls
All about the doins
At the trailer
On Saturday night
And if I know this place, you're gonna hear
Some fantastic stories
So I thought it might behoove me
To call you
And tell you my side
What had happened was
We got in a scrap because
She was talkin crap, like she does
All the time
Over nothing at all
So of course when the law came
You can guess who they all blamed
And then they found my cocaine
That could have gone better
It's hard not to frown
Bangin round, same old town
Getting older
Where they got bones they wanna pick
And knives they wanna stick
Between your shoulders
These old hills still have eyes
And towns of this size
Just never let anything die
And this time I don't know
If I'll make it out of Marlow alive
Cause what had happened was
It all went really bad for us
And we got nothing left to discuss
Just a love
Left to rust
On the ground
Don't I pay all the damn bills?
Don't I tell that bitch I love her still?
And when she wants her pain pills
Who's out driving all over town
What had happened was
Nobody ever went to bat for us
We'll never get it back the way it was
Might as well put that one down
What had happened was
I turned into one ornery cuss
I see my future at the back of a bus
Kickin dust
In a big rush out of town
What had happened was
I watched it all turn to dust
What had happened was
It all just fell apart
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J.D. Avera Alabama
Singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, producer, engineer, general pain in the neck.
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