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1. |
Sweet Baby Swing
03:56
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Well I love my sweet baby
I love her I do
Tried to tell her mama
She cried, “No not you”
Chorus
Don’t you know she’s
One fine baby
She’s one fine girl
Well I love my baby
I take her with me I will,
Packed up that rider
Her possessions in a trunk
Loaded up my automobile
Left her folks in a funk
Now her mammy took to cryin’
Her pappy’s moanin’ too
I know how they feelin’ cause
I’d miss her too
Well we’ll build a little homestead
They may visit anytime
But I must tell those good folks
That gal is mine
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2. |
Stinky Woman Blues
03:41
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I got a dirty stinky woman without any shoes.
My stinky little momma got me singin’ the blues.
Well I ain’t too fussy but I sure am proud.
That aromatic woman got me cryin’ out loud.
I asked my baby why does she smell so ?
I asked my little baby what should we do.
She passed me a plate of garlic and said, “How about you?”
I ate that good stuff down in no time flat.
-that garlic started coming out my pours
Well it was pretty soon I was stinky just like that.
-I was smelling up the joint something fearse
I took that stinky woman and in the shower we got.
-I turned the water up, I turned the water up hot!!
That stinky baby sure loves me a lot.
I scrubbed my baby from head to toe.
-I got out the brush & a bottle of soap
I scrubbed my baby from head to toe.
By the time I was finished scrubbin’ there was nothing left to love.
-I must have washed her down the drain
-Well I sure hope you had as much fun as I did
-Perhaps you’re behind the shower curtain
-Maybe under the sink
-Oh that’s it in the hamper
-It would be nice if you were in the next room toweling off waiting for me
-We’ve only got a few bars of this song left
-You best show your self soon or we’ll be all washed up
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3. |
Soul In Its Place
03:41
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Up in my little perch I can sit and play
The sun comes smiling in and I join the day
Birds flutter bye and chirp a tune
They let me know I must leave soon
I put my guitar in its case
Leave my soul in its place
Gotta go on out and earn a wage
Seems like just the other day we’d send dad and that big yellow lunch box off to work
It would be full of my Joe Louis and his Rolaids
Mom would pack a lunch and send Kim and I off to school
“Where the hell did those pastries go?” she’d say “EDWARD!!”
I’d wipe the tears from my face
Leave my soul in that place
Had to go on out and make the grade
Now you know me and my old man we’re two peas in a pod
All we ever do is bitch and moan about our jobs
Sometimes I wonder who repeats themselves more him or I
Guess I’ll ask that question until the day I die
I’ve gotta step up the pace
Leave my soul in that place
Today’s just another workin’ day
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4. |
My Own Man
02:59
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You seem to think that
You know what’s best when
Everything falls down
Cast out your judgement
I’m left here feeling
I’m wasting my time
Chorus
It’s time I become my own man
Make you moan and you wail
It’s time I become my own man
Kick the stones from my trail
You should do this and
You should do that is
All I am hearing
You speak your mind like
All your opinions
Had sacred value
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5. |
That's My Heart
04:00
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Trashed again,
Smashed again,
Mashed into pieces
That's my heart,
When I lose my cool
Broken chairs,
Clothing tears,
Bewildered stares,
I just don't care.
Lock me up,
Throw away the key,
I'll punch holes in the walls to satisfy me.
There is a beast in me,
And all I see is red on red,
Should be a hole in my head.
Muscles clench
My fist swings out
I don't know why
I begin to shout
I loose my cool
I can't hold back
Once again
I'm off the track.
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6. |
5x7
04:08
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Left my sandals by the door and our tears in the drive way
I was burn’n down the highway goin’ my way
My Bell cards got the scars but my heart it’s achin’
Twenty sunny days and this song in the makin’
Chorus
Gonna jump in my car and take Hwy 7
Gettin’ back to you is gonna feel like heaven
Doo Doo’s etc.
Connecticut’s alright its been sunny and warm
But I really miss you baby and I feel torn
There’s a bald guy down here with dark rimmed glasses
All the chicks go wild when he passes
Chorus
Gonna pack up my axe and put on my shades
Get behind the wheel and leave today
Doo Doo’s etc.
Baby send me your photo and a little perfume
I’d really like to see it here by noon
Doo Doo’s etc.
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7. |
Asbestos Sky
03:58
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I walk through the park
The sun’s on the rise
Morning air fills my lungs
Blood and bone, starves and cries
Tears fill my eyes
I know I’m bound to die
Under an asbestos sky
There’s a big tin can
Over the hill
Where we slave away
And cash in our days
Another morning is broken
For the rhythm
For the life
Of a token
I know I’m bound to die
Under an asbestos sky
In the din of the hive
Where no wind can breathe life
I kick and scream for release
No wage can bring me peace
I know I’m bound to die
Under an asbestos sky
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8. |
26 Years
03:25
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26 years of service for not - 3x
Something’s going to break down, cause you got to fill up.
Just a boy of 14 when he left home
Some drunk signed the papers, put the wheels on the road
Busting his ass in some sweaty shack
Got to keep moving cause he ain’t going back.
At 27 he’s got a wife, baby and house of his own
Now he’s driving truck to make the mortgage loan
Before he knew it Jr. was off to school
So he settles down to learn the Golden Rule.
Now he’s all hooked up at the factory
Taken them orders from a faceless wannabe
Well his hand never shook when collecting his pay
Causes he’s got to stand tall come the Judgement Day.
Bridge
At 60 he broke he did not bend
But the faceless they could not comprehend
The Golden years lay tattered, shattered all around
If they had there way he’d be 6 feet in the ground.
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9. |
What Sort Of Traitor
02:43
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You probably don’t have so much as a clue
What sort of traitor
I am to you
You write you speak you cultivate
I’m tired it’s dark
You manipulate
Oh Oh Oh …
My precious hours you carelessly spend
Make me hide
Around the bend
Dead on my feet in this tiny town
Cut to your level
You’re wearing me down
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10. |
Pocket Full of Dirt
04:01
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Resent you in silence
Walk through the door and put my life on hold
I’m Paradise in Denver
Your Moriarty on the road
All my plans for the future
Are bound to explode
Chorus
Travelin’ man I think I’ve found my home
Live my life close to the bone
I watch the girls go by
But I never bite
No matter how it chokes me
No matter how tight
A hopeless situation
A man of honor I am
I go down to the station
Suitcase in my hand
Chorus
Pocket full of dirt
From a road that ain’t no use
Can’t seem to shake these
On the road blues
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11. |
Cottage Slide
03:25
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12. |
Dangerous Milk
05:50
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Pat Johnson Athens, Ontario
For two decades Pat Johnson has made his living solely from music as a performer, songwriter, instructor, author, recording
artist, record producer etc. He has released four full length albums of original songs and participated in various other recording projects. His most recent release “Stumps” (2018) is a commentary on popular culture regionally, globally, in the cosmos.
www.patjohnson.ca
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