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Lucifer
04:17
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These muddy boots and these bluesy roots
Don't make a man more righteous than a fella in a 3-piece suit
No one man can save us
Can you spare some truth?
I woke up later behind the wheel
Did a line of cocaine and drove into a field
A good woman can free ya up
A good bourbon can fill my cup
We're all Lucifer
Wearin' boots with spurs, fertilizer for Earth
I needed more gas to outdrive my past
So I stopped at a station, pulled the plates off my wagon
Scrubbed the bugs off of my front glass
Smoked the last of what I had last
I woke up later behind the wheel
Flipped my turn signal on and drove into a field
A good woman can free ya up
A good bourbon can fill my cup
We're all Lucifer
Wearin' boots with spurs, fertilizer for Earth
S.O.S.
Lord hear my prayer, I love to sin
Is the wifi free at the Okoboji Inn?
I can't go home 'cause the border agents
Stole my wife and kids
I woke up later behind the wheel
Turned my radio loud and drove into a field
A good woman can free ya up
A good bourbon can fill my cup
We're all Lucifer
Wearin' boots with spurs, fertilizer for Earth
S.O.S.
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2. |
Mr. Lamar Blues
03:12
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I'm not equipped for this
Baby, you can hold the handle
I'm not equipped for this
Honey, you can hold the handle
I'll probably get us out alive
But that would be a gamble
I'm not always hip with the hit schtick, baby
But I know it when I got a catch
I'm not always hip with the hit schtick, baby
But I know it when I got a catch
Strum my guitar to Kendrick Lamar
Baby, that's all I been doin'
Little rooster crowin'
There must be something on his mind
Little rooster crowin'
There must be something on his mind
I'm sorry Bobby
I just need to lean on ya sometimes
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3. |
J.R.'s Fish & Chicken
04:01
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In my mind there's a fire burning hot with desire
For a chance to advance in this cosmic dance
When you sense that ego has control
Let yourself see not one but the whole
Oh I know
That I may not know
And I may not know
What I may now know
In a time, in place, beyond this mortal space
Exists a dream never seen by the material machine
What did humanity unknow from the dawn of time to our present show
Oh I know
That I may not know
And I may not know
What I may now know
And I may not know
What may now know
And I may not know
What I may now know
And I may not know
In the city, under lights, places you fear at night
Where the downtrodden's plight’s forgotten, out of sight
If apathy is all you show what chance do our children have to grow
Oh I know
That I may not know
And I may not know
What I may now know
And I may not know
What may now know
And I may not know
What I may now know
And I may not know
May not know
May not know
May not know
What I may now know
What I may now know
And I may not know
In the hills, in the farms, John Deere coat of arms
You think they're slow, they don't know, the way the coastal winds blow?
Do you think our food is all they grow, there feeble minds lost, they all must go?
Oh I know
That I may not know
And I may not know
What I may now know
And I may not know
What may now know
And I may not know
What I may now know
And I may not know
May not know
May not know
What I may now know
What I may now know
And I may not know
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4. |
Radio
03:16
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Donnie's driving fast in his Cadilac
.38 on the dash, AR in the back
Kilos in the trunk gonna weigh him down
Song in the air gonna keep him sound
Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio
When you've got a job to do
She's gonna see you through
Radio
Lonely nights on those Georgia roads
Twelve hour shift before he'll see home
Got a 10-55 on I-20 west
Hand on the trigger, heart beating through his vest
Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio
When you've got a job to do
She's gonna see you through
Radio
Ginny pulled a double on her girls birthday
Eviction note on the door just one bill to pay
Her creepy fucking boss always making his move
She's got the dial at 11, damn all she can do is groove
Radio, Radio
Radio, Radio
When you've got a job to do
She's gonna see you through
Radio
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5. |
Wayfaring Stranger
03:42
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
There is no sickness, toil, nor danger
In that fair land, to which I roam
I'm goin' home
To see my father
I'm goin' home
No more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home
I know dark clouds will hover over me
I know my pathway is rough and steep
What golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more will weep
I'm goin' home
To see my mother
I'm goin' home
No more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home
I'll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I'll drop this cross of self-denial
And enter in my home with God
I'm goin' home
To see my savior
I'm goin' home
No more to roam
I'm just goin' over Jordan
I'm just goin' over home
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6. |
Black Jack Jewel
03:29
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I've been meaning
To kill these demons
To cast away these feelings
A frozen heart from the very start
Damn you'll set my soul on fire
Am I dreaming
When I'm believing
Its His will I'm deceiving
Its hard to cope while I'm loosing hope
Damn you'll set my soul on fire
Oh you'll set my soul on fire
I'm just an old man
Lending a helping hand
Sent to fix your pain
A white cloud under a dark shroud
You'll never face you're fear again
Oh you want it, you need it, I got it for you my friend
A little Pin Gon under the Jalisco sun will put you on the mend
They call me Black Jack Jewel
Blind and gray but ain’t nobody's fool
They call me Black Jack Jewel
Federales swept them alleys the summer of 55'
I caught a dime stretch, there's just one catch
You're never taking Jack alive
I ain't one, to stay long, behind some cold steel bars
I'm just a con man with a simple plan
Carry on towards that north star
They call me Black Jack Jewel
Blind and gray but ain’t nobody's fool
They call me Black Jack Jewel
I hopped a coal train to Wisconsin
The first place I called home
Hid in Yuba with a drunken Buddha
The driftless hills we roamed
Spent my last days in strange ways
A servant of the land
I'm just a dying man with a simple plan
Gonna leave it in the Almighty's hands
They call me Black Jack Jewel
Blind and gray but nobody's fool
They call me Black Jack Jewel
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7. |
South of Milwaukee
04:37
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Somewhere south of Milwaukee
With some friends
You were there
I know that you saw me
Getting lost in your short dark hair
But you know
Most of all
I love your stare
Playing games is the lifestyle
That we have decided to share
But is it really worthwhile?
When shit goes down
We got a screen and we just stare at it
But you know
I still adore you
I love your stare
Come over here
Baby, if you want to
I share your fears
Maybe I do
That love
Could disappear
Little pixie of my nightmares
Would you oblige and share a beer?
That skirt you're wearing robs me of air
Those lips of yours could make a liar sincere
But you know
Most of all
I love your stare
Come over here
Baby, if you want to
I share your fears
Maybe I do
But love
Ain't gonna disappear
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J.R. & The Strangers Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Rolling through the heartland of Americana rust, J.R. & The Strangers are on a roots rock mission to write songs and rattle
stages.
When Justin Jagler, Ryan Neale, Jake Stanzer and Lee Gray come together, driving rhythms and dynamic guitars turn the pages of a neo-western book of revelations.
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