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1. |
Rolling Down The Road
03:34
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Well I’m rolling rolling rolling
I’m rolling down the road
Oh I’m rolling rolling rolling
I’m rolling down the road
Oh I’m rolling rolling rolling
I’m rolling down the road
Down the road, down the road, down the road
I’ve just got to keep moving
I’m rolling down the road
I’ve got many miles to travel
I’m rolling down the road
I’ve just bust out of Angola
I’m rolling down the road
I’ve got to get back to my baby
I’m rolling down the road
Oh she’s marrying old Jim Davy
I’m rolling down the road
I’ve got a blade here for that dirtbag
I’m rolling down the road
I’m going to slice him throat to navel
I’m rolling down the road
Well make me up a bunk in hades
I’m rolling down the road
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2. |
Factory Floor
04:17
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Well, I’m back on the factory floor
Back on the factory floor
I’m at my machine like a thousand times before
I’m back on the factory floor
Well now did you ever see a volcano from the sea?
It’s like there’s fireworks across the sky
Or taste the brandy in Papuos city
It’s really something you should try
Well now I’m back on the factory floor
The factory floor
I’m at my machine like a thousand times before
I’m back on the factory floor
Well I once saw a Spitfire on the seabed
Of a crystal Mediterranean bay
I saw the northern lights way overhead
Whilst under fire in Norway
Well now, I’m back on the factory floor
Back on the factory floor
I’m at my machine like a thousand times before
I’m back on the factory floor
Well, I’m back on the factory floor
Back on the factory floor
I’m at my machine like a thousand times before
I’m back on the factory floor
Well now I rowed a race, and I won
The day my son was born
I climbed the rigging to show how it was done
In full dress uniform
But now, I’m back on the factory floor
Back on the factory floor
I’m at my machine like a thousand times before
I’m back on the factory floor
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3. |
Staring At The Walls
02:47
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Well I’m all dressed up in my finest clothes, ain’t got nowhere to go
They closed the doors of all the bars again
What’s a good time drinking guitar slinging guy like me to do
Let me tell you now it’s got me in quite a spin
Well I’m staring at the walls again
I’m staring at the walls
Staring at the walls again tonight
Well I’m staring at the walls again
Staring at the walls
And I just can’t find a place to go tonight
Well I went downtown I couldn’t see a single soul in sight
And all the watering holes down there were dry
But you know if I can’t find myself a place to go tonight
Well I might just find I curl up and I cry
Well I’m staring at the walls again
I’m staring at the walls
Staring at the walls again tonight
Well I’m staring at the walls again
Staring at the walls
And I just can’t find a place to go tonight
Well I feel a tapping in my toes, a swinging in my knees
I feel a rhythm drumming in my heart
But you know I just can’t find myself a single place to be
They can’t stop the music, but it might not start
Well I’m staring at the walls again
I’m staring at the walls
Staring at the walls again tonight
Well I’m staring at the walls again
Staring at the walls
And I just can’t find a place to go tonight
Well I’m staring at the walls again
I’m staring at the walls
Staring at the walls again tonight
Well I’m staring at the walls again
Staring at the walls
And I just can’t find a place to go tonight
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4. |
Not My Circus
02:09
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I still smell sawdust when I close my eyes
I hear the trumpets and the roustabout cries
I want to holler “ROLL UP, ROLL UP” one last time
And feel the hair stand up when they call “SHOWTIME”
But it’s not my circus anymore
I won’t be stepping out on the big top floor
Well it’s not my circus after all of that
I hung up my tailcoat and my big top hat
Just take me back now once more darling please
To waltz with the strongman and the flying trapeze
Well it’s not my circus anymore
I won’t be stepping out on the big top floor
Well it’s not my circus after all of that
I hung up my tailcoat and my big top hat
Now I remember in the glory days
They’d come from miles around they’d shower us with praise
And we all loved the dancers ,we all loved the clowns
And I’d be right there in the middle as the magic swirled round
It’s not my circus anymore
I won’t be stepping out on the big top floor
Well it’s not my circus after all of that
I hung up my tailcoat and my big top hat
It’s not my circus anymore
I won’t be stepping out on the big top floor
Well it’s not my circus after all of that
I hung up my tailcoat and my big top hat
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5. |
The Clansman
06:26
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This is a song about a train called the Clansman. Now the Clansman was a train that used to run from Inverness down into London town. A big old yellow & blue 47 diesel engine, kicking out black smoke, and 12 mismatched British rail carriages. All thundering through the highland glens.
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Well the Clansman’s headed through the pass
Today she’s London bound
One day I’m going to ride that train, take it right the way down the line
One day I’m going to ride that train, take it right the way down the line
And I’ll walk those gilded pavements
In that land of honey and of wine
There’s leaden smoke across the sky, there’s puddles on the ground
There’s leaden smoke across the sky, there’s puddles on the ground
The Clansman’s headed through the pass
Today she’s southward bound
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Well the Clansman’s headed through the pass
Today she’s London bound
Two-thousand good strong diesel horses please take me away
Two-thousand good strong diesel horses please take me away
The Clansman’s headed through the pass
She’s London Bound today
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Well the Clansman’s headed through the pass
Today she’s London bound
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Oh-ho do you hear that lonesome sound?
Well the Clansman’s headed through the pass
Today she’s London bound
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6. |
Rosalynd
04:50
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I pulled into Athens on the morning train
Some trouble up in Robbinsville had besmirched my good name
So I got me a ticket & headed out of town
Before the law could hear about what had gone down
& on the day in Athens found a bar to quench my thirst
That’s where I saw my sweet Rosalynd first
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
The sweetest face that you will ever find
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh Rosalynd, Oh my sweet Rosalynd
She poured a drink for me, and said with a smile
Stranger won’t you stay here and talk with me a while
And I just looked right at here, and I thought “Do you know?”
There’s worse places than this to be for a man who’s laying low
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh how those green eyes forever haunt my mind
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh Rosalynd, Oh my sweet Rosalynd
And once drink had been taken, she said “would it be alright
For you to come upstairs with me and lie with me tonight?”
And upstairs in her chamber, as I slowly undressed
That’s when my Rosalynd she thrust a knife into my chest
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
The sweetest face that you will ever find
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh Rosalynd, Oh my sweet Rosalynd
And as I lay there, on that bedroom floor
I realised that the time had come when I would live no more
And the last words I heard spoken, as she looked down from above
Were “the man you killed in Robbinsville is the only one I love”
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh how those green eyes forever haunt my mind
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh Rosalynd, Oh my sweet Rosalynd
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh Rosalynd, Oh my sweet Rosalynd
Rosalynd, Rosalynd
Oh Rosalynd, Oh my sweet Rosalynd
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7. |
Yellow Flowers
03:52
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Oh-oho-ho
Oh-oho-ho
Oh-oho-ho
Oh-oho-ho
The windows are all broken
The door's boarded up and barred
The old metal signwork is all rusted and all scarred
They haven't served a drink from here in a decade now or so
But from the window boxes still the yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
They used to make great things round here
Ship them off with pride
They were bough and used and loved in places far & wide
Now the factories crumble and we've got no work to show
From the broken bottle still the yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Oh-oho-ho
Oh-oho-ho
Up behind the chimneys there's a garden neat and trim
With painted railings and herbaceous borders in
A small grey plaque that sits there with a name I used to know
And all around the memories the yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
Yellow flowers grow
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8. |
Meet Me On The Bridge
03:46
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Meet me on the bridge
That crosses the M1
And we can watch the sunset
Behind the substation
And you can gaze into my eyes
Underneath the pylon skies
Won't you meet me on the bridge
Meet me on the bridge
There's a bench in the closed down precinct
Where you can fall into my arms
I'll guard you from the broken glass
And keep you safe from harm
Oh abrázame, mi amor
By the boarded up department store
Won't you meet me on the bridge
Meet me on the bridge
Meet me on the bridge
Across the motorway
I'll hold your hand on the concrete deck
And I won't ever stray
I'll pull you in I'll hold you tight
At the vacant factory site
Won't you meet me on the bridge
Meet me on the bridge
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9. |
Queensville Stomp
02:39
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10. |
A Letter
05:00
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Remember promises can be empty
And nobody knows it all
And even best laid plans go a-stray
And even angels fall
Advice is often useful
But isn't always all it seems
Because people who want to be helpful will try and talk you out of your dreams
You're doing better than you think
You'll figure out which way to go
You're doing better than you think
You're doing better than you know
Remember words can be unclear
And thoughts can be unknown
And even I'm unsure which way to steer
And must remember I'm not alone
Validation should be treasured
But you'll have to earn it on your own
And learn what you do that for
And know how far you've grown
You're doing better than you think
You'll figure out which way to go
You're doing better than you think
You're doing better than you know
Don't confuse being humble
With forgetting what you're worth
Because though you'll falter and you'll stumble
You've got a lot to give this earth
And there are those who would take advantage
Of your natural giving traits
And you'll need the strength inside
To stay the narrow and the strait
You're doing better than you think
You'll figure out which way to go
You're doing better than you think
You're doing better than you know
Life won't always be easy
and you'll learn from what you do
but you'll have me by your side
and you'll know that I'm with you
and there might come a distant day
When you'll know what you got wrong
And you might think of some things to say
And write some advice of your own
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11. |
Weeping Willow
03:13
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Bottomless waters
Tempestuous waters
Flowing away
Flowing away from me
From beneath the leaves of this
This weeping willow tree
Oh river take me
Oh river take me far
Far away from
As far as far could be
From beneath the boughs of this
This weeping willow tree
Oh give me shelter
Oh give me shelter
From the storm
That's approaching
That's growing close you see
Oh lend sanctuary
My weeping willow tree
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12. |
Staggerlee
03:14
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Well Staggerlee killed Billy Lyon
Yes he shot him down
Left that poor man's widow crying
Oh he shot him down
Now Staggerlee he was a well dressed cat
Yes he shot him down
He got himself a new Stetson hat
Oh he shot him down
He was playing cards and drinking booze
Yes he shot him down
Got a hand he thought couldn't lose
Oh he shot him down
Well he bet his car and the old homestead
Yes he shot him down
He bet that hat right off his head
Oh he shot him down
He laid out four kings and the crowd all hushed
Yes he shot him down
Then Billy put down a straight flush
Oh he shot him down
Staggerlee he snarled and his face turned red
Yes he shot him down
He said I'm coming back to shoot you dead
Oh he shot him down
Well Billy was still there drinking late
Yes he shot him down
When Stag stormed back in with his .38
Oh he shot him down
It was 2AM when his gun went crack
Yes he shot him down
Put Billy Lyon on his back
Oh he shot him down
Stag put his hat on his head once more
Yes he shot him down
While Billy bled on that barroom floor
Oh he shot him down
The judge said "Mr Lee you are a bad bad man"
Yes he shot him down
It will bring me joy to see you hang
Oh he shot him down
Well the day that Stag was to be hanged
Yes he shot him down
There was an ample crowd and a marching band
Oh he shot him down
Now Staggerlee he was a well dressed cat
Yes he shot him down
Went to the gallows in his best hat
Oh he shot him down
Hey ho woah ho
Yes he shot him down
Ay ho woah ho ho
Oh he shot him down
Hey ho woah ho
Yes he shot him down
Ay ho woah ho ho
Oh he shot him down
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13. |
Flashing Blue Light
03:18
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Now listen up people, come gather around friends
This is my story and here it ends
There's been days of trauma & days of delight
But it finishes here with a flashing blue light
There's a puddle of blood & on the pavement I'm sprawled
And the ambulance man says "do you know what he's called?"
And those chest paddles they spark and they bite
On that cold hard ground by that flashing blue light
Well I'm renting a room, it's as cheap as they get
And nobody here has even talked to me yet
There's stains on the carpet and cash by the night
So I slip away nameless by this flashing blue light
They closed up the street and everyone moaned
An extra twenty-five minutes to make their way home
And how dare I be so impolite
As to pass away there by that flashing blue light
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Pistol Pete Wearn Stafford, UK
"old-school blues" - Nottingham Post
"If this don't get at least one of your feet stomping, then
there's really no hope for you..." - Indie Music Mag
"local blues legend" - Stafford Radio
"music to drink, dance and stomp your feet along to... a real stripped down blues session in all its glory." - Derby Gig Guide
"devilishly catchy...an abundance of soul" - Staffs Live
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