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Tomcat-Teves 

This cat lives at my house 
But he don’t belong to me 
He’s howlin’ outside my window 
Every morning about three 
CHORUS-You oughta listen to that Tom Cat howl 2x’s 
You know he’s on the prowl 
In the evening when the sun goes down 

His ears are full of notches 
His fur is black as night 
He’s bad like Jesse James 
He’s a stick of dynamite-CHORUS 

When that cat walks on my street 
All the dogs go run and hide 
The lady cats start crying 
Cause they want to go outside-CHORUS 

Ain’t a rat bird or rabbit  
Left in my neighborhood 
Can’t tell quite where he’s going 
But you know it’s nowhere good-CHORUS 

He shows up in the morning 
All beat up tired and thin 
I open up my door and 
He drags his bad self in-CHORUS

Gone-Teves 

City women and their conversations 
Run in circles all around my head 
This clean living be the death of me 
I’m going South to the riverbed 
I’m gonna jump down in that muddy water 
Feel the clay push up between my toes 
I’m heading on back to the country boys 
I’m so tired of the status quo 

CHORUS-I need some grease in my diet 
I’m gonna party like it’s Mardi Gras 
I’m gonna drink some country whiskey and like it 
Like a punch in the mouth I hope it takes me out 
And I’m gone 

Don’t want to make the morning papers 
Don’t want to make the evening news 
I don’t want to talk to nobody 
Man, I’ll have to lie to em’ if I do 
I hear the weather’s nice in Carolina 
And the Ladies talk so nice and slow 
Biscuits and Gravy and  
Southern Belles named Sadie 
Yeah, they do it for me, don’t you know? 
CHORUS 

SOLO  

I picked up my check and I filled up my wreck  
With oil, air, and gasoline  
I got an itch that I need to scratch  
I’m busting out of quarantine  

I’ll be a heading out in the morning  
I’ll be avoiding all authorities  
Just a little country boy with an old guitar  
Way back up in the evergreens  
I’m going and I won’t be writing  
Don’t you bother even trying to call  
I’ll be hanging with Beaux   
at a place you don’t know  
We’ll be a fishing by the waterfall  

CHORUS

You Shouldn’ta Oughta Done It-Teves 

I tried to tell you baby 
You don’t hear what I say 
You keep lining up them bills 
You can’t afford to pay 

You shouldn’ta oughta done it 
You shouldn’ta oughta done it 
You shouldn’ta oughta done it 
Done that thing you shouldn’t do 

You been drinking moonshine whiskey 
Like water from a spring 
you keep on talking crazy 
but you never say a thing 
CHORUS 

You keep on running circles like 
A chicken without a head 
The way that you been living  
Someday you’ll wake up dead 
CHORUS 

You drank up all your money 
Now you’re begging round for more 
Don’t waste your time with me darlin’ 
Cuz I’m showing you the door 
CHORUS

My Legs Don't Work-Teves 

With money in my pocket-a glimmer in my eye 
I’m hanging with the Natives- 
on a down home Friday night 
Hanging with the buddies-my belly’s on the bar 
I tried to stand and found-I’ve gone a bit too far 

CHORUS-Now my legs don’t work-my legs don’t work 
Might be something that I drank- 
or something that I took 
But my legs don’t work, my legs don’t work 
  
Don’t know how I got here-don’t know where I been 
Propped up on this barstool-My wallet’s feeling thin 
My friends have all departed-I’m fending for myself 
My wounds are self inflicted-I can’t blame nobody else 
CHORUS-SOLO 

 

The party keeps on rolling-The band gives all they got  
The singer’s testifying-The guitar leads swing hot  
Thank you dear for asking-You know I’d love to dance  
But something’s got a hold on me-  
I’m stuck here in a trance  
CHORUS-SOLO  

Constitution’s made of steel-You know I’m hard to kill  
My situation’s disconcerting-It’s beatin’ down my will  
I might need to call a taxi-Might need to get some rest  
I might need to call a doctor-to run a bunch of tests  
CHORUS

Blues For Christmas-Teves 

I got the Blues for Christmas 
Still had the blues on New Years Eve 2x’s 
You know my baby went off and left me 
And these blues just would not leave 

I didn’t pay the electric bill in October 
December 24th you know they cut me off 2x’s 
It so cold in this old house 
And I got me a real bad cough 

Outside the wind is howling 
I swear it’s forty below 2x’s 
You know my baby took all my matches 
And left my stocking full of coal 

SOLO 

STOP-Some carolers came down my street 
Singing silent night and jingle bells too 
But when they got down to my house 
All they could sing was the low down dirty blues 

I got the Blues for Christmas 
Still had the blues on New Years Day-2x’s 
You know my baby went off and left me 
And these blues are here to stay

Daisy Mae-Teves 

Daisy Mae Daisy Mae 3x’s 
Why do you always run away? 

I thought that you loved me I guess it was a lie 
I open up my front door and away you fly 
CHORUS-Daisy Mae Daisy Mae-3x’s 
Why do you always run away 

You emptied out my kitchen tore up my bedroom too 
All I do is wonder what’s the next thing that you’ll do 
CHORUS 

SOLO 

IV-Well you’re the biggest girl that I’ve ever met 
I-I haven’t seen the worst of you yet 
IV-Can’t figure out what’s in your pedigree 
V-I wonder if it’s worth it if you come back home to me 
CHORUS 

SOLO 

When I’m working late 
I just know you’re running free 
The day is coming soon 
When you’ll be history 
CHORUS

Pistol In Your Pocket-Teves 

Put a Pistol in your pocket 
Put a razor in your shoe 2x’s 
You better arm yourself  
I’m coming after you 

Make peace with your family 
and settle your affairs 2x’s 
You better watch your back 
You need to live in fear 

SOLO 
Don’t you cry to your mamma 
that you were never warned 2x’s 
you done messed with the bull 
now you gonna get the horn 

SOLO 

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