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Pinecone Cowboy
02:54
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Pinecone Cowboy
I saw a magpie with a french fry in his mouth,
he was perched upon some back alley couch.
There's a magpie in my minds eye and I hope I fly before I die.
I saw a magpie with a french fry in his mouth.
(yodel break)
I saw a fox stop on a river rock for a drink,
he pulled out his flask, I started to laugh and he cast me a wink.
We did the Foxtrot, the Lindyhop. Drank down damn near every drop.
I saw a fox stop on a river rock for a drink.
(yodel break)
I saw a vagabond with bread bags on his feet
I kicked off my boots, said, "You need these more than me."
Stoned sober he rolls over says, "Son these are Italian loafers."
I saw a vagabond with bread bags on his feet.
(yodel break)
Like a pinecone cowboy.
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Worse Days
02:14
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Worse Days
Well I woke up fully clothed and the good Lord only knows how I got here in the first place.
With a gal I've never met or maybe just forget but hell, I've have worse days.
Well I've had worse days than this, days I wished I missed but I never done a thing I would regret.
Cos of all those broken laws and hurtin' that I've caused; most of it I mostly forget.
I looked into the mirror and it couldn't be much clearer, last night I got into a brawl.
But the only place that's hurtin' is my face. I must not have fared too well at all.
Well I've had worse days than this, days I wished I missed but I never done a thing I would regret.
Cos of all those broken laws and hurtin' that I've caused most of it I mostly forget.
I walked up to the sink, I was fixin' for a drink. Turned on the faucet and out fell a pile of soot.
I grabbed a nearby beer and I nearly burst to tears when my tongue touched that cigarette butt.
Well I've had worse days than this, days I wished I missed but I never done a thing I would regret.
Cos of all those broken laws and hurtin' that I've caused most of it I mostly forget.
Most of it I mostly, something, something. I don't remember.
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Free Roamin' Man
02:29
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Free Roamin' Man
Well all my favourite quotes they come from my hands.
It's not cos of my ego, it's cos I understand.
That man knows all the things that I've seen
and all those things that're movin' to me.
Nobody sees it like I do, no they'll never understand
Nobody sees it like I do, the thoughts of a free roamin' man.
Thoughts of a free roamin' man.
Sometimes I drink alone cos I can't come to face,
the fact that I'm the only one I get along with these days
most folks think I'm crazy others think I'm dumb
I can't rightfully tell them that they are wrong.
Nobody sees it like I do, no they'll never understand
Nobody sees it like I do, the thoughts of a free roamin' man.
Thoughts of a free roamin' man.
The reason I keep movin', always on the run
is the fact that no matter where I go I can't seem to like no one.
Yeah I've made some friends but you know it's not the same,
as talkin' to my self about those good ol' days.
Nobody sees it like I do, no they'll never understand
Nobody sees it like I do, the thoughts of a free roamin' man.
Thoughts of a free roamin' man.
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Payin' Dues
02:27
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Payin' Dues
See my name on the flyer, for every show.
Itty bitty letters on the very bottom row.
I, I got nothin' to lose. Oh, Oh, lawdy mama I'm jus'a payin' my dues.
I coulda had a good woman but it was too hard to tell.
Before you get to heaven you got to go through hell.
I, I wound up lost and confused. Oh, Oh lawdy mama I'm a jus'a payin' my dues.
I got nothin' to show for my years on the road.
Jus' an aching' in my heart and no place to call home.
I, I got them wayward blues. Oh, oh, lawdy mama I'm jus'a payin' my dues.
I keep my two cents in the bottom of my boot.
When I went to use 'em lord I wore right through.
I, I still got nothin' to lose. Oh, oh lady mama I'm jus'a payin' my dues.
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Ol' Me
02:56
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Ol' Me
All the suits on the bus
in a rush, tryin' to find time to sleep
It's funny with all their money
they'll never be as happy as ol' me.
It's just ol' me
always looking' for change
but no matter where I end up
I always just wind up the same
Well girl I gotta warn you
California just don't seem like my scene
I'll take a cow and plough on a farm
Just ol' me.
It's just ol' me
always lookin' for change
but no matter where I end up
I always just wind up the same
I aint clean and wholesome
but I've never been to Folsom
Maybe I'm just good at bein' free.
Or ol' Johnny Law, aint never saw
A smooth talking' cowboy like me.
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Truckin' Ditty #1
02:15
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Truckin' Ditty #1
Here I stand on the side of that road,
thumb stretched out, guitar in tow
hoping' some stranger would give me a ride.
Through the darkness outta the rain
Lights of a highway freight train
Door swing open and I was much obliged
Sittin' there in the driver's seat
ostrich boots upon his feet
White linen suit and a ring on every knuckle.
One hand keeps his cigar ashed
and the other twirls his white mustache
he's steer in' with his turquoise belt buckle
He said "Hoss, there's a reason I picked you up
I aint got a radio in this ol' truck
and I reckon you and I could strike up a deal.
If you sing to me some highway songs
this rig'll keep movin' on
you take the lead and I'll take the wheel
I bowed my head and let out a cough
said "Sorry sir this is where I get off,
that wayward life is one I barely know."
He said " You jut make that guitar ring
and I'll try and do my best to sing."
and he started in with Six Days On the Road
Then came Willin' and Ramblin' Man
and before I know we're On the Road Again
caught up in a Convoy, headed Eastbound and Down
we were ridin' our thumbs to mexico
snapping' along to the King of the Road
now I'm a ramblin' man and I won't settle down.
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Cleo The Cat
03:09
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Cleo The Cat
Every morning' before the rooster crows
down to the kitchen my little baby goes
crash in', smashing', cooking' up a sloppy breakfast
That'd be fine, just divine if I learned to like the taste of whiskas (meow mix)
I got a little gal who treats me mighty fine
'bout half as well as her mangy ol' feline
I hope some day, that little gal will be all mine
Every night as I lay in bed
those weary thoughts rollin' through my head
I start to settle in, settle down and catch a set of Zs
sure enough that ball of fluff settles in right on top of me
I got a little gal who treats me mighty fine
'bout half as well as her mangy ol' feline
I hope some day, that little gal will be all mine
Finally one night around dinner time
I saw that fat ol' cat had more food than I
so I called my sweet baby, for a little more fish
she said "Sure Daddio, you can sure lick out Cleo's dish. When she's finished."
I got a little gal who treats me mighty fine
'bout half as well as her mangy ol' feline
I hope some day, that little gal will be all mine
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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8. |
Huckleberry
03:17
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Huckleberry
I can't seem to find a better way
to say the things I wanna say
then carve the words into the grains
of a dogwood tree in the pouring rain
I'll be your Huckleberry Finn
if you'll be my Mark Twain
you'll write romantic tales
of me in my wanderlust way.
Find our own way through the rolling fog
as the sun illuminates the clouds
we've been searching now for several days
for what be carried all along
I'll be your Huckleberry Finn
if you'll be my Mark Twain
you'll write romantic tales
of me in my wanderlust way.
If every dew drop was a brand new day
and every shadow a night
I know deep down that I could find a way
to make these feelings right
I'll be your Huckleberry Finn
if you'll be my Mark Twain
you'll write romantic tales
of me in my wanderlust way.
As your voice billows into my lungs
I find it harder and harder to breathe
every note you played and song you sung
brought the world back to my feet
I'll be your Huckleberry Finn
if you'll be my Mark Twain
you'll write romantic tales
of me in my wanderlust way.
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Where I'm Goin'
03:18
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Where I'm Goin'
I wasn't built for no nine to fivin'
I don't care if I ever learn to drive
walkin' aint half bad
if you're half stoned
I never mind a hard work day
but I pay no mind to my hard earned pay
cos I know I just can't use it
where I'm goin'
Where I'm goin' aint no rat race
there aint no concrete towers
where I'm goin' is a little place
where the minutes pass like hours
where I'm goin' can't be found by car, boat, map, plane nor train
where i'm goin' lord I'm goin' slowly insane
The only things that interest me
are the singin' birds and the dancin' bees
and I'd rather keep my nose from grindin' stones
If you gave me three big wishes
I'd take two days
of reel good fishin'
and I wouldn't need the third one
where I'm goin'
Where I'm goin' aint no rat race
there aint no concrete towers
where I'm goin' is a little place
where the minutes pass like hours
where I'm goin' can't be found by car, boat, map, plane nor train
where i'm goin' lord I'm goin' slowly insane
Aint no mansion, no castle
I got no tensions, no hassle
I never found a use for a picking' bone
A B.B. gun and a coon skin hat
an old one stringed banjo 'cross my back
are the only things I need where I'm goin'
Where I'm goin' aint no rat race
there aint no concrete towers
where I'm goin' is a little place
where the minutes pass like hours
where I'm goin' can't be found by car, boat, map, plane nor train
where i'm goin' lord I'm goin' slowly insane
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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10. |
No Good Woman
02:25
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No Good Woman
Well you said you liked the way I wear my Levi's tight
and the cowlick I get from my hat
You were lookin' at the fit of my jeans alright
and the way they make my wallet look fat
You're a no-o-o good woman
and I can't stand to have you around
Just a no-o-o good woman
gettin' high on gettin' me down
I wore out my best jeans beggin' you to stay
but you waltzed on out the door
I wore through my church boots on that Sunday
Just a walkin' the floor
You're a no-o-o good woman
and I can't stand to have you around
Just a no-o-o good woman
gettin' high on gettin' me down
You said you had a new man that I should fear
once he'd heard all the things that I'd done
I met your new man and I bought him a beer
said "You're gonna need this, son"
she's a no-o-o good woman
and I couldn't stand to have her around
Just a no-o-o good woman
she'll get high on gettin' you down
© 2013 Mark "Boots' Graham
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Big City Waltz
03:41
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Big City Waltz
A warm wind came staggering
through the cattails, crossing the pond
by the time it wandered across my skin
all its warmth was gone
I could feel an on'ry storm a coming
from the pain between my bones
I could just lay down or keep on running
both would leave me cold and alone
I aint ready to grow old and I aint slowing down
I'd rather die cold and all alone than be buried in this town
I took cover 'neath a wise old spruce tree
to roll up a new cigarette
that dry alberta wind, followed me in
and left me soaking wet
through the tree tops i spotted a hawk
for a moment I felt less alone
then she cut through the haze
and I saw her face
just a vulture come to pick of my bones
I aint ready to grow old and I aint slowing down
I'd rather die cold and all alone than be buried in this town
As I part ways with my younger days
I long to understand
the very part of losing your heart
that makes a man a man
I could follow along, do what I feel is wrong
and folks might like me a bit better
or just disappear and the only things I'd fear
are the wolves and the weather
I aint ready to grow old and I aint slowing down
I'd rather die cold and all alone than be buried in this town
© 2013 Mark 'Boots' Graham
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Boots & The Hoots Drumheller, Alberta
"Hardcore, traditional, songs of leavin', drinkin', and losin', but mainly drinkin', all enhanced by a tight rhythm section
and plenty of of steel guitar. " - Country Music People Magazine 5 Star Review of "III"
" Wittily crafted, downtempo western melodies, a cactus in the ass of modern, power-ballad country crooners that forgot the music of their grandfathers." -EXCLAIM! Magazine
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