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Earthmover (2018 B.C.)
03:01
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There’s an old grey shack by the edge of the woods It’s where I long to stay
Where the creek it can run with the noonday sun And the rent it affords my pay
This morning I woke smelling diesel smoke Saw a man in a yellow hat
Said they sold this land to a developin’ man Who thinks that the world is flat
Yes, he thinks that the world is flat
Oh Earthmover,
Mighty big groover
Oh Earthmover
Tearing my old shack down
And there ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a moving town
There ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a grooving town
Whoa, Earthmover,
Mighty big groover
Oh Earthmover
Tearing my old shack down
And there ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a grooving town
No, there ain’t no way I can stake my claim This here is a grooving town
This here is a moving town This here is a grooving town This here is a moving town
C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town
C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town
C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town
C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town
C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a moving town
C’mon and move it, you got to move it This here is a grooving town
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Come on baby take a ride with me
Up the Mississippi down to New Orleans Tuck and roll FM stereo
Got some Tony Joe White on my radio
I didn’t get this here baby just a choppin’ on wood I got 8 slappin’ pistons right here under my hood Let’s ride
I met my baby in a used car lot
A-drinkin’ cheap wine and a throwin’ rocks Magic on wheels baby you know I got it Shakin’ like loose change here in my pocket
I didn’t get this here baby just a choppin’ on wood I got 8 slappin’ pistons right here under my hood Let’s ride
Come on baby take a ride with me
Up the Mississippi down to New Orleans
Tuck and roll a FM stereo
Got some Tony Joe White on my radio
I didn’t get this here baby just a choppin’ on wood I got 8 slappin’ pistons right here under my hood Let’s ride
Take a ride, a ride, a ride, a ride, a ride (x4) Got me a voodoo cadillac blues (x6)
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Number fifty-four,
The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, It’s even got a bamboo floor!
And you must get to know Soho Joe, He runs an Expresso,
Called the House of Bamboo.
It’s made of sticks.
Sticks and bricks,
But you can get your kicks In the House of Bamboo.
Well in this casino,
you can drink cappuccino,
And it’s gotcha swingin’ to the cha cha Dance the bolero in a sombrero. Shake
like a snake!
You wanna stop in when the cats are hoppin’. Let your two feet move-a to the big beat
Pick yourself a kitten and listen to a platter That rocks
the juke-box!
I’m-a telling you,
when you’re blue,
Well there’s a lot to do
In the House Of Bamboo.
(Go Big Boy)
And you must get to know Soho Joe, He runs an Expresso,
Called the House of Bamboo.
Well in this casino,
you can drink cappuccino,
Let your two feet move-a to the big beat Pick yourself a kitten and listen to a platter That rocks
I’m-a telling you,
when you’re blue,
Well there’s a lot to do
In the House Of Bamboo.
Number fifty-four,
The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, It’s even got a bamboo floor!
In the House Of Bamboo. Number fifty-four,
The house with the bamboo door, Bamboo roof and bamboo walls, It’s even got a bamboo floor!
In the House Of Bamboo.
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I went to her window Asked her what she got Said the special today Is my eight piece box
You can eat some now,
Or you can eat some later
Or You can warm ‘em back up With your french fried potatoes
Yeah I was snackin’ all night, It’s all right, all right
Got a eight piece box
Yeah I was snackin’ all night, it’s all right, all right
Got a eight piece box
Well she laid it on the table and gave me a grin Opened that box up and said Ricky, won’t ya dig on in Well, now I started on a thigh
And then I grabbed myself a breast
My mouth got so full
I had to save the rest
Yeah I was snackin’ all night, it’s all right, all right
Got a eight piece box
I was snackin’ all night, it’s all right, all right Got a eight piece box
Now my shoulders may be in my stomach And my stomach may be in my brain
But smack dab in the middle
Is where the all the fun began
You can eat some now,
you can eat some later
You can warm ‘em back up With your french fried potatoes
Yes I was snackin’ all night, It’s all right, all right
Got a eight piece box
Yeah I was snackin’ all night, It’s all right, all right
Got a eight piece box
Got a eight piece box (x 8)
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5. |
Camel Walk (2018 B.C.)
02:36
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Honey,
Would you eat that snack cracker In your special outfit for me, please?
Oooowwwww
Yo ye pharoahs,
let us walk
Through this barren desert
In search of truth
And some pointy boots
And maybe a few snack crackers
Ooooo-wheee Baby, you make me You make me
Walk
Like a camel Oooooo!
Walk!
Who’s in charge here?
Where’s my Captain’s wafers?
Don’t go ‘round hungry
Baby, lemme see you eat that Nip-a-Chee Awwww, the way you eat that snack cracker Makes me,
Makes me wanna
Want to walk
Walk!
Like a Camel!
Ohhhhh Lawd Walk!
Say, you don’t think there’s any way I can pick up that quarter Underneath your pointy boot,
I - I just wanna wander over
And get me another oatmeal pie
Ohhh
Or maybe a Nip-a-Chee
Oh, Little Debbie, Little Debbie! I ’m a’comin’ home, baby, Oooooo Lawd
You make me walk
Like a camel
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I been on this road so long it seems That all I can taste is gasoline
I been on this road, Lord, mile after mile
And it all looks the same to me after a while So crow now rooster it’s the break of day Twenty-four hours and I can’t stay away
Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me Fried chicken and gasoline
It’s an empty highway, a cold gray dawn Guess I been on the road just a day too long I get lonesome and sometimes I dream Wake up tasting gasoline
Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me Fried chicken and gasoline
Well now she feeds the hungry
but she won’t feed the poor
And I wonder who’s knocking at her kitchen door
I get lonesome and sometimes I dream
Wake up tasting of gasoline
Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me Fried chicken and gasoline
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7. |
Nitty Gritty (2018 B.C.)
02:31
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Well some folks know about it, Some don’t
Some learn to shout it,
Some won’t
Sooner or later baby, here’s a ditty Say you’re gonna have to
Get right down to the
Real nitty gritty
Let’s get right down to The real nitty gritty Now one, two
The nitty gritty goes Yeah, hmmm,
Nitty gritty goes Ooooowee
Right down to the real nitty gritty, yeah
Ooooowee,
Ooooo yeah
double beatin’ (double beatin’)
double beatin’ (double beatin’)
Right down to the
Nitty Gritty all right
Double beatin’ (double beatin’)
I keep repeatin’
Let’s get right down to the real nitty gritty Get down!
Ooooowee,
Ooooo, yeah
double beatin’ (double beatin’)
double beatin’ (double beatin’)
Right down to the
Nitty Gritty, all right
Double beatin’ (double beatin’)
I keep repeatin’
Let’s get right down to the real nitty gritty
Well some folks know about it, Some don’t
Some learn to shout it,
Some won’t
Sooner or later baby, here’s a ditty Say you’re gonna have to
Get right down to the
Real nitty gritty
Let’s get right down to The real nitty gritty Now one, two
The nitty gritty goes Yeah, hmmm,
The nitty gritty goes Ooooowee
Say let’s
Get down
To the real
Nitty gritty
Now get on down
Yeah, say, let’s get right down to the real Nitty Gritty
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Galley Slave (2018 B.C.)
02:58
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Well, I had a good daydream
but once it’s gone
the taste in my mouth seems to linger on Rub my eyes, lookin’ down at my shoes Said, “Man, there’s a lotta things I’d like to do
Whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do.
Well, I never had sex in a hurricane
Ran around naked in the pouring rain Never been to New Guinea or built an igloo But that don’t mean that I wouldn’t like to
Said a whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do
Whole lotta things that I’d like to do
A lot in this world that I’d like to do
I hate clocks and the way they tick
Man, it makes me nervous and it makes me itch I itch and I itch ‘til I’m bloody wet
Said, “Man there’s a lotta things I ain’t done yet Whole lotta things I ain’t done yet.
Well, I’ve never kissed lips tender and true Never had a dollar that I couldn’t lose
Ain’t in love, and I ain’t now
But that don’t mean I don’t know how
Said a whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do
Whole lotta things that I’d like to do
A lot in this world that I’d like to do
Well, I had a good daydream
but once it’s gone
the taste in my mouth seems to linger on Rub my eyes, lookin’ down at my shoes Said, “Man, there’s a lotta things I’d like to do
Whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do.
Well, I never had sex in a hurricane
Ran around naked in the pouring rain Never been to New Guinea or built an igloo But that don’t mean that I wouldn’t like to
Said a whole lotta things that I’d like to do A lot in this world that I’d like to do
Whole lotta things that I’d like to do
A lot in this world that I’d like to do
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta things that I’d like to do
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta things that I’d like to do
Do it!
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10. |
Soul City (2018 B.C.)
02:40
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It don’t matter if your pants are shiny
If your dick is big or your dick is tiny
It don’t matter if your wig’s on straight
If you show up early and you party too late ‘Cause it’s
Soul! City! Soul! City!
The mosquitos are big but the women are bigger And them pantyhose make em’ look like winners Rolled up hiked up by the knees
They got the party dress on can you smell my breeze
‘Cause it’s Soul!
City!
Soul!
City!
Just a lil’ joint with a roof on top Sitting on a stack of cinderblocks Soul!
City!
Soul!
City!
Soul! City! Soul! City!
It don’t matter if your pants are shiny
If your dick is big or your dick is tiny
It don’t matter if your wig’s on straight
If you show up early and you party too late ‘Cause it’s
Soul! City! Soul! City!
Just a lil’ joint with a roof on top Sitting on a stack of cinderblocks Soul!
City!
Soul! City!
Yeah
Soul! City! Soul! City!
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Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’
Well Mama’s hard at work she’s on back in that kitchen (Day old banana puddin’)
And Daddy’s on the sofa he’s a-moanin’ and a-bitchin’ (Day old banana puddin’)
Now I need something good and sweet to eat, baby (Day old banana puddin’)
Something that’s easy on my gums and my teeth (Day old banana puddin’)
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Ain’t that a slippery groove?
Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’
Well it takes a little time to develop that flavor (Day old banana puddin’)
Soak it all up with your vanilla wafer
(Day old banana puddin’)
So get out your bowl and your wooden spoon ‘Cause I can smell your pudding
Clean across this here room
(Day old banana puddin’)
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ Ain’t that a slippery groove?
Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’
Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’ Banana puddin’
Well Mama’s hard at work she’s still back in that kitchen (Day old banana puddin’)
And Daddy’s on the sofa he’s still a-moanin’ and a-bitchin’ (Day old banana puddin’)
What goes good with my meat and three?
(Day old banana puddin’)
Just a little bit of puddin’ and some of that sweet sweet sweet tea (Day old banana puddin’)
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Puddin’ puddin’ puddin’ puddin’
Ain’t that a slippery groove?
Banana puddin’,
Whoa!
Yeah Baby, slippery smooth and in the groove! Yeah
Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got
I want some day old
Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’
Something funky that’s what I got Gimme that day old
Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’
Something funky that’s what I got Gimme that day old
Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’
Something funky that’s what I got
I want some day old
Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’
Something funky that’s what I got Gimme that day old
Something funky with the skin on top Whoa-oh banana puddin’
Something funky that’s what I got Day old and bold, Baby
Something funky with the skin on top Something funky that’s what I got
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Broken down, busted on the stateline road Lonesome truck driver on the only pay phone Just my luck, look what just rolled up
A one-eyed man in a yellow tow truck
I said come on, come on won’t you get it on the rack I got a gig in Vegas and I ain’t lookin’ back
Whoa, sweet baby the money we’ll be makin’
It was 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’
I been givin’ what the road’s been takin’
It was 40 miles to Vegas when we all started prayin’
Dreaming of eight balls and one-eyed jacks
The tow truck driver was high on crack
He was talkin’ bout some friends that had died When his head started twitchin, my mouth went dry
My man, my man just take it real slow
We in no hurry, just keep us on the road
I opened up his smokes ‘cause his hand was a-shakin’ I t was 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ I been givin’ what the road’s been takin’
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’
Dreaming of eight balls and a one-eyed jack Tow trucker driver was high on crack
He was so high like the desert sky
I thought to myself man we’re all gonna die
You work so hard just to get to a place
Wondering if the catch is worth the chase
If I get to where I’m going you know that I’ll be stayin’ It was 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ I been givin’ what the roads been takin’
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’
40 Miles to Vegas
40 Miles to Vegas
40 Miles to Vegas
40 miles to Vegas
40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ 40 miles to Vegas and we all started prayin’ It was 40 miles to Vegas
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13. |
Firefly (2018 B.C.)
03:26
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Well I was at a party it was late one night
The moon was hidden and there was no light There were two ugly girls on both sides of me I was praying for you, firefly
Please, baby, please
I said firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly)
Let me see what’s happening tonight (Firefly)
Firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly)
Let me see what’s happening tonight Firefly
Well this girl she followed me all the way home She said don’t leave me out here in the
Dark all alone, all by myself
Reaching in my pocket trying to find my keys
I was praying for you, firefly Please, baby, please
I said firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly)
Let me see what’s happening tonight (Firefly)
Firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly)
Let me see what’s happening tonight Firefly
Well I was at a party it was late one night, yeah uh huh Moon was hidden and there was no light
There was two ugly girls on both sides of me, yeah (It’s all right)
I was praying for you, firefly Please, baby, please
I said firefly won’t you shine some light (Firefly)
Let me see what’s happening tonight (Firefly)
Firefly won’t you shine some light ( Firefly)
Let me see what’s happening tonight Firefly
Yeah what’s going on ‘round here ( Firefly)
It’s so dang dark I can’t see a thing (Firefly)
I feel a hand slowly creeping up and down my thigh (Firefly)
Is it a girl or is it a...
Ohhhhhhhh
Firefly Firefly Firefly
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14. |
White Trash (2018 B.C.)
02:30
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White trash
Don’t you call me that
White trash
You got no right to call me that
You know I love you baby
But don’t you think just maybe The way you talk down to me Sends a chill right through me
White trash
Don’t you call me that
White trash
Don’t you call me that
You saw my tail a-waggin’
You hitched me to your wagon The way you talk down to me Sends a chill right through me
White trash
No, Don’t you call me that
White trash
Don’t you call me that
You said White trash
You got no right to call me that baby
You know you make me feel about as low as that red clay dirt I was born in, baby And twice as dirty
Oowwww
I can still smell the shit in your hair It don’t matter what kind of Perfume you wear
You been living in a
backwoods tar paper shack
didn’t take up 5 minutes to get your suitcases packed
White Trash Don’t call me that
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15. |
Shotgun (2018 B.C.)
03:21
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Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun
Shotgun
Your baby’s got one
Trouble loves
Trouble loves
Trouble loves that trouble
Pump action Mr. Jackson I was cocked and loaded Woke up in the morning Both my barrels smoking
Buck shot salt rock
I’m climbing up a ladder Window sills and doctor bills And she keeps getting fatter
You’re in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman With a shotgun
Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun
Shotgun
Your baby’s got one
Trouble loves
Trouble loves
Trouble loves that trouble
Got a funky West Virginia Truck stop cowboy hat You cannot buy true love But you can shoot its ass
Pawn shop package deal A shotgun and a ring Pink ice, hock the rice, and let the angels sing
You’re in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman With a shotgun
Shotgun!
You’re in trouble boy
You better run
Here comes your woman With a shotgun
Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun
Shotgun
Your baby’s got one
Trouble loves
Trouble loves
Trouble loves that trouble
Awww, I didn’t mean nothing by that Must be that six-pack family planning
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16. |
Dance For Me (2018 B.C.)
02:26
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Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! hey! Dance for me!
Hey! hey! hey! Dance for me!
Ah Ha! ha! ha! Ai Ai
Ai hahaha
Move your arm like a snake Move like a reptile
Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! Hey! hey! hey! Dance for me!
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Got us a dirt track date Demolition derby, figure-eight Ate my dinner off a paper plate ‘Cause eliminations start at 8 Oh now darlin’ don’t be late We got a dirt track date
Round round round round round round
I’m Gonna get so drunk you’re gonna have to pick me up off the ground I’m just so lazy,
drunk and lazy,
No good drunk and lazy
So get your hair piled on up high
I want you darlin’ by my side
Dirt track oval, son of a gun
Take what you win, run what you brung With every turn we’ll test our fate
We got a dirt track date
Round round round round round round
I’m gonna get so drunk you’re gonna have to pick me up off the ground ‘Cause I’m just so lazy,
Drunk and lazy,
No good drunk and lazy
Got us a dirt track date Demolition derby figure-eight Ate my dinner off a paper plate Cause Eliminations start at 8 Oh now darlin’ don’t be late We got a dirt track date
Round round round round round round
I’m gonna get so drunk you’re gonna have to pick me up off the ground ‘Cause I’m just so lazy,
Drunk and lazy,
No good drunk and lazy
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Southern Culture On The Skids has been consistently recording & touring around the world since 1983. The band (Rick Miller – guitar & vocals, Mary Huff – bass & vocals, Dave Hartman – drums) has been playing together for 30+ years. Their live shows are a testament to the therapeutic powers of foot-stomping, butt-shaking rock-n-roll & what Rolling Stone dubbed “a hell raising rock and roll party.” ... more
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