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Stunts

by Sons of Ditches

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1.
I could use a silver dollar for the wishing well One hundred and seventeen pounds of raising hell I’ll take another breakdown and I’ll take another drink But I’m better off arrested and I’m safer in the clink I do all my own stunts, all my own bleeding This barroom’s packed all wall to wall with thirsty cowgirl clones Lining up straight out the door to be my methadone Sometimes too much good whiskey can barely be enough To forget that she don’t miss me and the mornin’ll be rough I do all my own stunts, all my own bleeding Already had a woman who did the things you do Already had a woman who beat me black and blue Already had a woman who said the things you say Already drive a stolen car with out of state plates I do all my own stunts, all my own bleeding
2.
Katie Dear 04:13
I asked if I could have a light Said no but I could spend a night Katie I might Incinerate before your eyes Like lazy lovers marinate In hazy fogs of heavy sighs Kiss like a needle in my vein A river rising in the rain Katie tonight Somewhere the sky is burning bright But you and I can’t see the stars Through the silver city lights Don’t wanna take it anymore Don’t wanna wake up on your floor Oh Katie dear I cut my face in your mirror I get these trembling hands Every time you standing near A love that follows me around A love I can’t get in the ground Oh Katie dear What the hell’re you doing here I got no money in the bank I got no music for your ears
3.
There’s a story told in the way she smells I’ll sing it twice as fast and half as well Swagger past heaven on her way to hell and Drag my liver through broken glass Know how she feels when I do what I do Crossing the line in her high heel shoes Her bed’ll look better besides my boots and I’ll Drag my liver through broken glass She was a friend of mine, she was a friend of mine Within an earshot shout it out roundabout reason to cry How high do I have to be How long do I watch it bleed How hard does it have to be, gonna Drag my liver through broken glass Girl said ‘son you know i got scars too And this aint love, I don’t burn for you’ Just black Maria shootin’ the moon gonna Drag my liver through broken glass She was a friend of mine, she was a friend of mine She was a cold-cock double-shot left me half a bottle of rye Drag the river for what's left of my soul Old truck tires and rock and roll What used to be diamond burning like coal Drag my liver through broken glass Said gimme cold comfort gimme the storm Let the heat lightning keep me warm Spittin thunder since the days she’s born Drag my liver through broken glass She was a friend of mine, she was a friend of mine She was a cold-cock double-shot left me half a bottle of rye
4.
Vices 03:12
I never drink whiskey At least not in the morning My eye never wanders At least not after you warned me I never smoke, in the house If I can help it, I never run my mouth I got these vices under control At least so far as I know There’s certain cuss words you don’t like me to say And I hardly ever Say em all anyway I never smoke, in the house If I can help it, I never run my mouth I got these vices under control At least so far as I know I never drink whiskey At least not in the morning My eye never wanders At least not after you warned me I never smoke, in the house If I can help it, I never run my mouth I got these vices under control At least so far as I know
5.
I was only two or three Sittin’ on my daddy’s knee We caught the whole thing on TV With a black and white display Nineteen cars at the Astrodome Countless wrecks and broken bones The Last Gladiator since old Rome Was gonna jump that day At Moose’s bar he got the itch Back in nineteen sixty-six Nothin’ could turn off that switch He had to make his play Montana Mules and a couple shots The more he drank the more he thought That he really had a shot To make the jump that day All the papers called him crazy Said he shouldn’t even try No way in Hell he’d make it No man could make a motorcycle fly 500 feet deep and a mile wide He couldn’t see the other side Full of confidence and pride Atop that rocket sleigh It was finally time to fly He might live and he might die But either way he had to try To make the jump that day ‘Cause dyin’s always been a part of livin’ None of us get’s out alive So don’t you go sit down on the sidelines You gotta try and make the other side From the start it all went wrong Headwinds were a bit too strong The Sky Cycle didn’t make it long And he went down in flames Screams went up from his fans Twelve thousand people ran To see what happened to their man Who tried to jump that day When you hear about the old Snake River Canyon Think about what happened there one day A man so bad everybody called him Evel Stared down death and then he walked away ‘Cause dyin’s always been a part of livin’ None of us get’s out of here alive So don’t you go sit down on the sidelines You gotta try and make the other side
6.
Paint 05:00
Was the 13th of September and I had something to prove To thirteen generations, with an infantry tattoo Left home on a Sunday, she begged me not to go Kissed her in her driveway, like a thousand times before I was off to Cochise County, cut my hair and left her ill In love with desert views from reservoir hill And the road explodes along, it expects another song But it’s love, with all the paint rubbed off, all the paint rubbed off Six thousand miles away, never asked for her to wait But she's no good at being lonely and a kiss is all it takes Stole a stone out of a river, cut her face into the rock Stole my skin from my poor mother, carved her name into my arm Turned my gun into a Gibson ES 135 Hot tubes in a Marshall, it’s keeping me alive Caught in Mesa, Arizona, drowning in the dry With a girl that thinks she knows me, but she couldn’t tell you why
7.
Backroad 03:43
I had a girl down in Indiana Lord’ll let me tell ya that she stood four-ten She kicked like a twelve gauge shotgun That I’ll never shoot again I had a woman down West Virginia In her high heels she stood five-foot-four Rumor mill said she was my third cousin And now she don’t call me no more I had a woman in Cincinnati Maker didn’t waste a damn bit of five-three I fell harder than diamonds but she was Hunting bigger game than me I had a woman from Dallas, Texas Every last bit of blonde five foot nine She grabbed my hand went off the pill I guess now that woman’s mine
8.
Whiskey Too 03:06
An old friend of mine said I was looking good Said I was feeling way better than I probably should He called me liar and told me to tell Exactly how it was I get along so well I guess the cigarettes help and the whiskey too And I change my strings and I shine my shoes I got songs to sing, I sit and read the news And the cigarettes help and the whiskey too I keep never getting younger in a threadbare bar I keep never getting better at this old guitar Noon's a fine enough time for mixing alcohol Three's too late or early for anything at all Yeah the cigarettes help and the whiskey too And I change my strings and I shine my shoes I got songs to sing, I sit and read the news And the cigarettes help and the whiskey too Well I got a hundred dollars and I got all night To count how many wrongs it takes to make a single right This lonely girl’s only here to make it all worse With lipstick on her teeth and cheap vodka in her purse O lord the cigarettes help and the whiskey too And I change my strings and I shine my shoes I got songs to sing, I sit and read the news And the cigarettes help and the whiskey too
9.
You stare ahead without speaking Got nothing to say But I know what you’re thinking Your eyes give you away Can’t say that I blame you I’d feel the same Such a nasty mash-up Of anger and shame Cause it’s hard to sneak in when it’s 3 AM With cheap whiskey on your breath It’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain Is pink when you wear red I can’t go back and undo it But I wish I could I know I really blew it Really fucked up good Cause it’s hard to sneak in at 3 AM With the night still on your breath It’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain Is pink when yours is red ‘Cause it’s hard to sneak in when it’s 3 AM With cheap whiskey on your breath It’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain Is pink when you wear red Yeah it’s hard to sneak in at 3 AM With the night you spent on your breath And it’s hard to explain why the lipstick stain Is pink when yours is red
10.
Union Girl 03:58
Give me a reason, give me a sign Give me a bottle of whiskey, give me a bottle of wine Gimme an hour of your precious time Give me a reason, give me a sign Told me you're leaving, told me it's time Past ain't repeatin', but sometimes it rhymes I'm getting tried twice for the same crime Told me you're leaving, told me it's time Let's make it all bigger, let's make it on back Keep falling forwards until we fade to black Head on my shoulder, breasts against my back Let's make it all bigger, let's make it on back

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Recorded at Shithouse Studios in Wixom, MI
Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Eric "Main" Veine

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released December 7, 2018

Sons of Ditches are:
Don Winningham-Vocals and Acoustic Guitar
Pete Halliday-Vocals, Electric Guitars, and Pedal Steel
Nick Rivette-Vocals, Electric Guitars, and Banjo
Eric Veine-Bass and Banjo
Bryan Weiss-Drums and Percussion

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Roots rock and outlaw country for cow tippers and shit kickers

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