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Alan, le cowboy
03:42
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I always wanted to be a cowboy
I’m pretty far from Texas…
But close to this barley wine
Ain’t got no v8 truck
No damn spurs on my boots
I ain’t got no cowboy roots
But i got a lonesome heart
Always wanted to be a cow boy
Ain’t got no cow boy roots
But I got a cow boy heart (x2)
Ain’t got no cow boy roots
Ain’t got no cow boy roots
But I got a cow boy heart
But I got a cow boy heart
(x2)
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2. |
St-Rock Outlaws
03:09
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I was born in Saint Rock city, 1980
In years of great depression, my mother did her best
To raise her three boys buying cheap bread and cigarettes
With the little money our fathers had left
We couldn’t had no toys, no candies, no clothes and no fun
So we started selling things and stealing some
I was stuck in this cold and snowy desert
When I found my first and only bicycle, I wish I’d left
Since this day I’ve dreamt of leaving further west
And here I am
Standing at the bar
A short crawling distance from the house where I was born
So little gall
Won’t you dance with me?
Tonight, I need someone to set me free
Years later my brothers stole radios
Uncle Joey brought my mother garbage bags and kitchen scales
While Cousin Mike was collecting the cans
Well, the kinfolks did whatever they had to do
Got my first job at fifteen, convicted at 21
Life’s like pulling teeth and I ain’t got no dental plan
(Lisa needs braces)
And here I am
Standing at the bar
A short crawling distance from the house where I was born
So little gall
Won’t you dance with me?
Tonight, I need someone to set me free
And here I am
Standing at the bar
A short crawling distance from the house where I was born
So little gall
Won’t you dance with me?
Tonight, I need someone to set me free (x2)
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3. |
Dry Smoked Meat
02:52
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Well, you promised the judge to be a good pet
Purring and begging for food and some rest
But here comes midnight, your cozy cage is now open
Howlin’ at moonlight, ‘cauz you’re scared of sunburns
There’s a one-eyed dog, can’t see the bright side of life
All the love and the trust that might well save his ass
There’s a kodiak and a cat but there ain’t gonna be a fight
‘Cauz they’re part of the same pack
The bars were golden, the animals have fled
The taste of freedom, a feast of boredom
They had their last meal, but time goes fast
The bets are open: how long will they last?
I saw this ladybird with some rings under her eyes
A cold turkey, a few feathers, scared of the winter
When I talked to her, she said it won’t be long
By X-Mass, she’ll be gone.
She never moved a inch.
Like everyone who’s scared to end up alone
You need friends to make this long run
But when you’re crossing the bridge
And are fading the lights of the city
You know who is your closest enemy
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4. |
Mississippi Jane
04:22
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Well, I broke my wings a couple of times
But I can’t say I’m worried
If I can’t make a straight line
I still can fly from A to B
And if the places I land
Are anything but safe
Bring me to the magic fountain
You won’t hear me complain
Oh misery can find you
When you’re 6 feet underground
I always dig my share of crazy troubles
When it’s hope I’m looking for…
Fast lane to love…
Another night being drunk and lame
I can’t recall my name
But if God can’t recognize my shitface
He won’t judge how I behave
1-2-3 shots
4 on the rocks
I thought that I could win this game
But Fuck! Here comes Mississippi Jane!
Oh misery can find you
When you’re 6 feet underground
I always dig my share of crazy troubles
When it’s hope I’m looking for
Fast lane to love…
Slow ride to hell
She’s a fast lane to love
But a slowride to hell! (x 4)
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5. |
Le blues d'la coke
03:09
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Un bon matin pendant qu’j’fesais ma ronde
Pris une shot de coke, j’ai tué ma blonde
J’suis r’tourné chez moi pour aller m’recoucher
J’ai caché mon beau 44 sous l’oreiller
L’Lendemain matin j’ai repris mon gun
Une autre shot de coke pour garder la forme
J’ai couru de mon mieux, mais j’suis pas Ben Johnson
Ils m’ont r’trouvé à Shawinnigan Nord, saoul mort
Dans l’truck de police où j’ai dégrisé
L’gros maillet d’la SQ planté sur moé
Y m’a dit ton vrai nom c’est pas Elvis Presley
Tu t’appelles Steeve pis ta femme git dans le fossé
Oh oui que oui mon nom c’est Steeve-David
Si t’as pas d’mandat, tu travailles d’l’vide
Ok, je l’ai tuée parce qu’a m’empêchait de boire
Pis d’jouer au bowling avec mon bon chum Gérard
Quand ils m’ont pris j’avais un hood de loup
Des pants Champion pis une calotte Fubu
Gérard avait pas d’cash pour payer la caution
J’ai essayé l’lave-glace, mais ça goûtait pas bon
Le lendemain matin à neuf heures et demie
J’ai vu l’gardien qui avait pris un peu pris
En s’frottant l’nez, m’dit t’es pas sorti d’icitte
Ramène ton cul terreux tu vas tâter d’la bite
Le juge a dit qu’j’en aurais pour 100 ans
J’savais qu’en la tuant, j’prendrais longtemps
J’me dit qu’au bout du compte, man, ça valait la peine
J’oublierai jamais le jour qu’j’ai plombé cette sale chienne
Après le verdict, je me sentais libéré
J’mréveille chaque jour avec des œufs brouillés
J’ai jamais eu ça du temps que j’étais marié
La meilleure place au monde c’est le pénitencier….
Morale de l’histoire
C’est que quand tu te fais chier
Prends d’la coke, tues ta femme
Pis vient m’retrouver!
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We’re not travelers
We never went much far
But tonight, cherry darling
We’re not heading for the bar
I’ve never stolen a car
But here’s a gift for you
Let’s drive the winter
Until we get through
We need palm trees
Deserts and bayous
For the next month
Cheap motels will be our home
We’re hitting Texas roads and Louisiana swamps
Light that cigarette
And wipe the sweat
Roll down your window
And turn up the radio
Hank Williams on our way
And Lee Dorsey in our hearts
There should be a rule
to prevent fools from fallin’ in love
Miles and miles of Texas
And a bull tattoo
Pretending this is the place where we belong
We come from Texas roads and Louisiana swamps (x2)
Hank Williams on our way
And Lee Dorsey in our hearts
There should be a rule
to prevent fools from fallin’ in love
Miles and miles of Texas
And a bull tattoo
Pretending this is the place where we belong
We come from Texas roads and Louisiana swamps (x4)
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7. |
El reno tornado
03:19
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The weather was great
A cool breeze without rain
Until we had to run run run
We only had a loonie
Looking for some eagles, baby
We’re gonna have some fun fun fun
Just Like Bonnie and Clyde on a loose
You Know all new born lovers are fools
“No, I didn’t load the shotgun
So, why d’you pull the trigger?”
Now, we run run run run run
Just Like Bonnie and Clyde on a loose
You Know all new born lovers are fools
“No, I didn’t load the shotgun
So, why d’you pull the trigger?”
Now, we run run run run run
We’re just 2 miles from the borders
And the sun is roasting our shoulders
Is that hell? What they call Mexico.
Well you almost shot a man in Reno
Now you ask me to forgive you
Is that my wife or the devil by my side?
The weather was great
A cool breeze without rain
Until we had to run run run run run run run run ruuunnnnn…
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8. |
Johnny & June
04:06
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Hid myself where I couldn’t be found
kept my head high, my pride locked underground
Your eyes that shined like neon lights…
They stared at your gambling hands
You rolled the dice well, you won, my friend
There’s nothings else we wanted to be
Than lovers in this land of free…
Well it’s so much easier to say “I love you”
Stuck between empty pockets and a broken nose
We were the next Johnny and June
But Cash had money for his honeymoon
Let’s drive until the next dead end…
‘Keep wearing these glasses you gave me
But Pink always looked prettier on you
And here in Brownsville
Things get clear
Green clouds are feeding all our fears
Well it’s so much easier to say “I love you”
Stuck between empty pockets and a broken nose
Is this love a losing game
Or a sorry dual with so little to gain?
As the wind blew the dirt
I held the gun but you shot first :
“Nah you’ve never had me
In this mirage where the sun revolves around you”
“I don’t need no pity, honey
Cause money will free me more than you do”
Well it’s so much easier to say “I love you”
Stuck between empty pockets and a broken nose
Stuck between how you wanted it and how the story goes…
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2:30 on a Tuesday night
Trough my broken window, I see the flashing lights
You say you don’t love me no more
(And I think we’ve agreed on this before)
Don’t call me up, I’ll be at the bar
Tonight, you’re leaving me for good
There’s so many things we should have understood
Please don’t try to send me letters
(You know I’m not much of a reader)
Don’t hope for any kiss and goodbyes
The lights are out
The juke box’s off
Please get away
Pick up your stuff
You won’t have no second chance
I’ve had enough of your little dance
Well put your dress on
Comb your hair
Ride other cowboys
I don’t care
You might head to Memphis, Tennessee
This rock and roll is dead to me
And I’m going back
(Not going back)
To Louisiana (x4)
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Alie Sin Québec, Québec
Alie Sin first hit the scene in 2007 with a folk & punk sound.The shape-shifting trio has since released 3 albums and played more than a hundred venues across Quebec, Canada and Louisiana. In 2016, they decided to switch to a more stated country formula. They went back to the studio to record "Washboard confessional", an album that fully captures that lonesome whisky spirit & will be out in 2019 ... more
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