Mile Train: Lyrics

"LIFTED"
By David Pippin

Chorus:
I want to get lifted
Get my soul up high
I want to get shifted
Sipping on moonshine
I want to get right down
On a sweet southern bell
I want to stay above ground
I want out run hell

Living out loud like a song I can sing
I’m going to make you proud with these guitar strings
Raised on blues and that music from the south
I love that slide guitar from Mississippi Fred McDowell

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Jacksonville raised but I was Georgia bound
I love living in a small Carroll County town
A little house off the square, you know I think it’s real nice
A good looking local girl cooks for me about every night

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Uncle Chips got a farm in the hills of Tennessee
His Johnson County Blue Ribbon Squash is a sight to be seen
A good old boy served proud for his red white and blue
I’d be a better man if I could spend a day in his shoes

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Grandmother’s bible study can lift your spirit for the week
Then she’d cook you some collards, black eyed peas, sweet tea to drink
She made sure you washed your hands before you fixed your plate
For Uncle Bill desert was chocolate cocoa cola cake

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"BAG IN THE BACK"
By David Pippin

She lives on top in a trailer by the hill
Makes her bread from the meth she deals
She’s got cable TV and the bills are paid
Her mommas got the boys and she’s got it made

Every things smooth and she’s quite all right
Until the cars across the street are parked all night
She’ll be stairring out the window for hours at a time
Know she’s for sure that some one dropped the dime

She heads for the kitchen to dispose of the scene
Grabs a few close, fills her bag up with green
The camero out back better be filled the top
Cause she’s getting out tonight before she gets popped

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She’s got the bag in the back seat it’s alright
The cars already running and she’s leaving tonight
She’s got the bag in the back seat it’s alright
She’s all alone

She lives in a house right on the beach
Three or four stories twelve thousand square feet
She waits for his call all day long
He’s working out late and won’t be home

The dishes and silver he says better shine
But the laundry basket seems to be the center of time
The smell of perfume she knows isn’t hers
As she breaks all the china and burns all the furs

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She’s been working for the man for too damn long
Writing and typing and answering phones
Thirty minute lunch for five days a week
Won’t say a word unless they say speak

Well the day has come and they’re all out of town
The safes left open as if to be proud
She’ll be twelve hundred miles before they get back
With a not on her door reading “kiss my ass”
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"JACK ON THE ROCKS"
By David Pippin

Stumbling back to the hotel room
More than drunk trying to find my way to bed

The crowd that night was less than impressed
But the CD’s sold and the beer relieved the stress

It’s sometimes hard when the buzz is gone
And the people don’t know one damn song you played

But you play and you sweat and you pay and you fret
You give them hell and take what you can get

Because it’s not always a show at the fox
And the guitar smells like jack on the rocks tonight

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But you give them your soul and you make it real
You give them that run down, down home feel
You look them in the eye and smile at the rest
You kick them in the ass and hit them in the chest

Sitting on a stool with a mic and a pick
And the guitar starting to sound like shit tonight

The guy in the back wants a song I don’t know
So I buy him a beer and continue with the show

Well the DJ seems to get him on the floor
Why the hell do I try any more

Because I’ve given my life to hitting these strings
One smiling face is enough for me to sing

Because it’s not always a show at the fox
And the guitar smells like jack on the rocks tonight

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"SUMTER COUNTY SUNRISE"
By David Pippin

75 south’s been mighty kind
From the ATL to the Florida Line
From the Sumter County Folks to the Lee St. Pub
Momma and the Crew that’s who we love
Our MacClenny Family trees roots are deep
Aaron, Sue, Danny and Lee

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And the madness doesn’t end until that Sumter county sunrise
We’re throwing it down on the Florida Georgia state line
And the madness doesn’t end until that Sumter County sunrise
We ain’t going home until the cops come for the last time

Momma Louise and her deep fried chicken
The Brothers on the box and Sky Dog Hittin’
I know a girl named Merry Christmas
Down in Macon they always miss us
I met a Yankee out of Cleveland who had no clue
About them boiled peanuts and the fat back stew

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Give them our love down on Jax Beach Road
The folks stay happy if the beer is cold
Seeker wants a drink and that’s just fine
If you won’t share yours then he can have mine
The watering holes got some mighty fine bikes
Down beach from the city and on the right

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"DRIP-DROP"
By David Pippin

I’m not Don Juan by any means
I’m James Bond only in my dreams
But when I saw you the first time
No sugar plums dancing in my mind
I play the games that you request
Cat and mouse or just plain old chess
So love like you’ve never been hurt before
And I’ll be sure that I lock the door

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Because its
Drip drop on the counter top
I’ll make you scream please, please don’t stop
I run my fingers up and down your back
I’ll make you mine and that’s a natural fact
Drip drop on the counter top
I’ll make you scream baby please don’t stop

Dragon flies and fairy tales
I’ll make sure your fantasy sets sail
We can fly clouds of pillows
You can lie on the bed and I’ll be all your heroes
And wake in the morning to a song of mine
And fly through the day like you just lost your mind
And back again when the sun goes down
Silence is golden but not on this side of town

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"COUCH AND A GRAND"
By David Pippin

Momma gave me up for a couch and a grand
I was raised in the south by my old man
I taught myself how to fish and play the guitar
He taught me how to live fast and tip at the bar
I grew up wishin’ I was some where else
It wasn’t that bad it’s just the way I felt
The grass is greener when it’s not your bowl
A pair of deuces is no reason to fold

My step momma never seemed quite right
Hittin’ rocks sometimes affected her sight
Runnin’ me around the shadows looking for ghost
Tryin’ to find a river that runs far from the coast
I grew up wishin’ I was some where else
It wasn’t that bad it’s just the way I felt
The grass is greener when it’s not your bowl
A pair of deuces is no reason to fold

Momma gave me up for a couch and a grand
I was raised in the south by my old man
I taught myself how to fish and play the guitar
He taught me how to live fast and tip at the bar
I grew up wishin’ I was some where else
It wasn’t that bad it’s just the way I felt
The grass is greener when it’s not your bowl
A pair of deuces is no reason to fold

Poppa always did the best he could
Workin’ on cars and tryin’ to make good
He never stopped to take a little look around
Blue lights flashin’ when it all went down
I grew up wishin’ I was some where else
It wasn’t that bad it’s just the way I felt
The grass is greener when it’s not your bowl
A pair of deuces is no reason to fold

"I'LL PLAY FOR YOU"
By David Pippin

I hope I’m not Living in the poor house when I’m older
Lord take me away
Put me in the ground if I can’t make it on my own
I know I can’t stop livin’ the way I do
I’m up till dawn awake in the afternoon
Drunk by five and playin’ in the streets all night
Hell bound but it feels so right

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But I can play you a song and pick a guitar
I try reel hard but if I don’t go far
I’ll still play for you
I’ll still play for you

If it wasn’t for Mike and Sheri and some good time friends
I might be hungry I might not be able to pay my rent
Speaks got the booze and Pep springs for lunch
A girl name Niki’s always been the one

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I’ve been payin’ my does since I began
Sweet home Alabama over and over again
We got shorted at the end of the night because the crowd was slow
The singers out of key because he’s done too much blow

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"OFF THAT MOUNTAIN"
By David Pippin

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I don’t want to get sent back on the Mountain again
All my dreams gone with that sold off land
Granddaddy must have realized what was going on then
I don’t want to get sent back on that Mountain again

Ridding on a train from Boon to Johnson City
Saving up change to settle down eventually
Granddaddy was an engineer for a thin line mountain train
He use to haul horses down for old Jesse James

Our family tree grew tall on a mountain plot of land
Until industry needed to grow up said the government man
A few acres on a mountain side use to make grandpa smile
Now its Christmas trees and power lines, an industry mile

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Uncle Sam’s been taking a bit more than his share
I’m pulling that old card of its not fair
He’s been sticking it to us for a bit too long
One day some ones going to come and right more than a song

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Government man don’t you come around
Knocking on my door
Government man don’t you come along
Knocking on my door

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"BLACK WATER BLUES"
By David Pippin

Black Water and the gators calling me home
I’ve got an axe to grind on an old dark stone
Seems things don’t change no matter how long you run
My skin still burns under that sour orange sun

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I’ve been gone for too long
Black waters been coming on strong
I’ve been missing my home
Back roads and I won’t be long
I’ve been gone for too long
Black waters been coming on strong
I’ve been missing my home
Back roads and I won’t be long

Spiders still live over the bed I rest
They wait for me while I confess
A two by four and a forty yard swing
I’ll never miss the punished scream

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Stranded out in the middle of the sea
Won’t some one come and carry me
I lost myself in the shadow of the sun
A broken soul is never undone

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"I'D RATHER FEEL BAD"
By David Pippin

I’d rather feel bad than nothing at all
Something to feel alive something I can call
Living my life as stable as a flood
Not swimming with the flow, stuck in the mud
Hitting these strings, trying to pay the bills
Broken knuckles, a temper and no backup skills
I get easy advice all the time
They say I should move a little on farther down the line

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I’d rather feel bad than nothing at all
Something to feel alive something I can call
Living my life as stable as a flood
Not swimming with the flow, stuck in the mud

It’s hard to save a penny when you don’t drink cheap
Thinking my life is some great feat
I’ll spend my last days looking for a home
Just some place where I can rest my bones

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No regrets, no not a tear
It’s just that the short straw looked a lot bigger from here
Don’t stop me now I’m on a roll
This time next year I’ll be deep in a hole

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"SINGIN OUT LOUD"
By David Pippin

Seen the face of the devil
Felt the wings of an angel
I laid done in the meadow
Way down Low
Way down Low

Kiss the stars in the moonlight
Killed a man around midnight
I made love in the sunlight
Singing out loud
Singing out loud

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Seen the face of the devil
Felt the wings of an angel
I laid done in the meadow
Way down Low
Way down Low
Kiss the stars in the moonlight
Killed a man around midnight
I made love in the sunlight
Singing out loud
Singing out loud

Played on top of the train tracks
I’ve seen shadows in the pitch black
I swore I’d never come back
But here I stand
Here I stand

I’ve been lost in my home town
I’ve found my way in a runaround
I’ve felt tired when I sit down
But I can’t complain
I can’t complain

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I’ve been fallen from the tree tops
I’ve drowning by the sea docks
I’ve been calling to my baby
Come and carry me
Carry me
I’ve been lost in my home town
I’ve found my way in a runaround
I’ve felt tired when I sit down
But I can’t complain
I can’t complain

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"RIVERBED GRAVEYARD"
By David Pippin

Back down to riverbed graveyard
Back down to sail my sins away
Back down to the riverbed graveyard
Back down so I can pray

I’ve been tied up with sins of my brother
Tied up with the chains they hold
Tied up with the sins of my brothers
Tied up and now its time to go

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I’ve been sitting along the sidelines waiting for the day to break
I’ve been sitting along the sidelines waiting on judgment day
Now it’s time to grab the sunshine, grab it with my own two hands
Time to grab the sunshine and bring it down where I stand

Rise up from the water I’m drowning
Rise up, so I can breathe
Rise up from the water I’m drowning
Rise up, don’t burry me

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"SOUTHERN BLUES"
By David Pippin

There’s a bloodied up sound on the radio
A quick rendition of a rodeo
Why take the time to stop and breathe
This bullshit makes no since to me
I work too hard to build this up
The love of the rhythm is a golden cup
There’s too many people but no one cares
The music’s going to die fallen down the stairs

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Oh Lord what do I do
Don’t take me away from these southern blues
Oh Lord save my soul
When the chariots come I’ll be ready to go
Oh Lord let me in
Saint Peter at the gates are you my friend
Oh Lord what do I do
Don’t take me away from these southern blues

Don’t cry for me it’s just a message to bare
A dieing art where no one cares
If at all to blame it’s on my back
I’m just bloodied up strings on a golden strat
There is no last stand because we’re already dead
It’s just a ballad for the music to be put to bed
When we reach the river will they let us cross
What’s to loose if we’ve already lost

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Bridge:
Hold your cup up high and dance with me
Singing out loud everybody in key

"TIE ONE ON"
By Kelley Warner

Back east, way down south of the line
When been getting’ our kicks drinkin’ sour mash whiskey and wine
We get high, almost every night
On that wild wood weed we’ve been singing about most of our lives

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It’s something we can all afford
To get a little fucked up again my lord
We’ll try
The best things in life they say are free
But you know that ain’t good enough for me
We’ll tie one on

We go out for a night on the town
They’ll be three shirts blowin’ by the time three o’clock rolls around
We get back to that spot on the square
Were the beer flows free and that goody good floats in the air

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"BROTHERS AND SISTERS"
By David Pippin

Walk with me to a sweet lullaby
Sing a song we can all learn to fly
Brothers and Sisters
Let’s get back home
Come Ride with me and you can see

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I ain’t no dead stone
I ain’t no dead stone

I’ve climbed that rock, run up that hill
Left my home any thing I feel
Brothers and Sisters
Lets start to roam
Come fly with me and you can see

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We can free ourselves from the ties that bind
Raise that shroud no longer blind
Brothers and Sisters
Lets start to roam
Come fly with me and you can see

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