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Old Imperial
05:49
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Just two days down from Hunstville, already feels like ten,
Never thought I’d be wishin for a cell back in the pen
But this is where they send you when they say you’ve done a crime
This is where they send you, when you haven’t got a dime
Workin,’ says the chaplain, makes me think about my sin
About a life lived without virtue, stained with blood and soaked with gin
But I got no time for preachin, no time for the rich man’s lies,
‘cause down here in the canebrake I’m just trying to stay alive
CHORUS
Just two days down from Huntsville, and Lord I want to run
But if the cottonmouths don’t get you, it’s that damned old Texas sun
And that river looks like freedom, but that river smells like death
Don’t want to taste that muddy water when I take my dyin breath
The captain so they tell me, was once a decent man
Had a wife and two small children and no blood upon his hands
Ridin’ shotgun on the work line was more than he could take
Ten years on the Brazos turned him meaner than a snake
A black hat and a white horse, he’s got a certain style
But he’ll kill you as soon as cuss you, and cuss you as soon as smile
Our hands are numb and bleeding, but we don’t dare set em down
“Keep that cane a comin’, boys, or I’ll put you in the ground”
CHORUS
They turn us out at sunup, with bullwhips and their guns,
Ain’t no need to chain us, ‘cause there ain’t no place to run
Was a man when I first came here, might be one once again but
For now I’m just an animal, with the devil as my friend
I ain’t saying I’m a good man, ain’t sayin I’ve done no wrong
But what they’re callin’ justice is a place no man belongs
How much blood, how many tears to pay that debt in full
How much of my soul do I have to give to that Old Imperial
CHORUS
FINAL CHORUS
Just two days down from Huntsville, and Lord I want to run
But if the cottonmouths don’t get you, it’s that damned old Texas sun
And if I make it back to Houston, I’ll have a tale to tell
‘bout doin’ time on the Brazos, about that livin’ hell
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Grandjo's Cadillac
02:49
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Well it was decked out in chrome from one end to the other
Some were close, but like it there was no other
Always spotless inside and out
If I seen it comin’ I’d jump up and shout, “It’s
Grandjo’s, powder blue, Cadillac
With just the weight of her shoe it’d do a hundred and three
A high heel, that’d usually be
Find it most days, down at Whataburger
The one on Beckham, (as if there was another) it was
Grandjo’s, powder blue, Cadillac
AM/FM/8 track was its jam
Leather seats rivaled only by her divan
Power seats’ windows, locks, and antenna
Better buckle up, if you was ridin’ with her. In
Grandjo’s, powder blue, Cadillac
Oh what I’d give for just one more ride
Smile on her face ridin’ by my side
Up to speed it felt more like a glide
In my pride I was justified ridin’ in
Grandjo’s, powder blue, Cadillac
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3. |
Wish You Were Gone
04:44
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THERE WAS A TIME THAT I HATED THE ROAD
ANOTHER DAMN WEEKEND, ANOTHER DAMN SHOW
BANOTHER EMPTY HOUSE WITH ME ALL ALONE
JUST A QUICK KISS AND YOU WERE GONE
WHEN YOU WERE GONE,
OH YOU WERE LONG LONG GONE
THEY SAY DISTANCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER
BUT SOMETIMES IT MAKES THE SOUL WANDER
I GOT STRONGER WITH EVERY LONELY NIGHT
LESS HEARTBREAK WITH EVERY FADING TAIL LIGHT
WHEN YOU WERE GONE
WHEN YOU WERE LONG LONG GONE
I TRIED TO TELL YOU HOW I WAS FEELING
THESE WALLS ARE MY WAY OF DEALING
I GOT TIRED OF BEING ALONE
GOT TIRED OF RAISING THESE KIDS ON MY OWN
WHEN YOU WERE GONE
WHEN YOU WERE LONG LONG GONE
NOW WHEN YOU PACK UP AND LEAVE
DON’T EXPECT A TEAR FROM ME
I HATED BEING ALONE FOR SO LONG
BUT I FOUND MYSELF WHEN YOU WERE GONE
WHEN YOU WERE GONE,
OH I WISH YOU WERE GONE
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4. |
Scratch and Smoke
02:28
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THEY GOT SCRATCH OFF TICKETS AND MARLBORO LIGHTS
FORTY OUNCERS ON ICE JUST RIGHT
SMOKES BY THE CASE AND SMOKES BY THE CARTON
DOWN AT THE SCRATCH AND SMOKE
DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME LOOKIN FOR BOTTLES OF WATER
DONUTS, OR CANDY BARS CAUSE THEY AINT GOT EM
NO FOUNTAIN DRINKS OR HYGIENE PRODUCTS
DOWN AT THE SCRATCH AND SMOKE
SCRATCH YOUR TICKETS AT THE COUNTER ALL DAY LONG
CHECK YOUR NUMBERS EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW THEY’RE WRONG
BUY A CARTON WITH NICKELS DIMES AND PENNIES
DOWN AT THE SCRATCH AND SMOKE
SEEN A GIRL IN COWBOY BOOTS AND A BIKINI
A MAN WITH NO SHOES, YOU KNOW HE WAS NEEDY
PEOPLE BEGGIN FOR ENOUGH FOR A FORTY
DOWN AT THE SCRATCH AND SMOKE
WELL THEY’VE ALL GOT ONE THING INCOMMON
THEY’VE NOTHIN TO LOOSE, THEY’VE HIT ROCK BOTTOM
JUST TRYIN TO SCRAPE ENOUGH NICKELS TOGETHER TO HEAD
DOWN TO THE SCRATCH AND SMOKE
THEY OFFER THREE THINGS AT THIS VENUE
THEY COULD ALL MAKE YOUR WILDEST DREAMS COME TRUE
STOP ON IN, THEY’LL WELCOME YOU
DOWN AT THE SCRATCH AND SMOKE
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5. |
Castaways
05:41
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It’s just two weeks since we came ashore, but I can’t remember my life before
It seems to me there was something more, but it’s gone, long gone
Watchin my skin as it turns red, uniform hangs in tattered shreds,
But for the conch we’d all be dead, I’m sure, I’m sure
CHORUS
There was a time when we stood in line, civility had a sacred shine
But it slipped away, an ocean away
He always knows which way is right, but he has no stomach for the fight
Hides his face in fear at night, till dawn, cold dawn
The hunters they dance while the fire dies, I see the bloodlust in their eyes
The jungle echoes with Simon’s cries, and he’s gone, all gone
CHORUS
The fragile cords that bind us to, our hopes and dreams are torn in two
The lord of the dark collects his due, and we’re gone, so gone
CHORUS
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6. |
Trailer House Blues
06:44
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I COME HOME THE OTHER EVENING, AND MY WIFE WAS GONE
TOOK EVERYTHING SHE OWNED PLUS, MY TOM’S PENUT JAR
WELL, I WAS TELLIN THIS OLD BOY ABOUT IT AND HE SAID, “MAN,
YOU AINT EVEN GOT NOT NO BLUES” THEN HE TOLD ME THIS STORY HERE
COME HOME LAST NIGHT, BUT MY HOUSE WASN’T THERE
COME HOME FROM WORK LAST NIGHT, BUT MY HOUSE WASN’T THERE
CAUSE MY WIFE DONE HOOKED IT UP, HAULED IT OFF SOMEWHERE
CHORUS
SEE I’VE GOT THE BLUES, GOT THEM TRAILER HOUSE BLUES
LORD KNOWS I’VE GOT THE BLUES, GOT THEM TRAILER HOUSE BLUES
CAUSE MY WIFE DONE LEFT ME, TOOK MY HOUSE, TOO.
SO, I DECIDED IT WAS TIME TO GO SOME WHERE TO CLEAR MY HEAD
LORD KNOWS I NEEDED TO GO, SOMEWHERE TO CLEAR MY HEAD
SO, I JUMPED IN MY OL’ FORD, BUT THE BATTERY WAS DEAD
CHORUS
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7. |
Black Heart
04:48
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UNDERNEATH THAT BEAUTIFUL SKIN IS A HEART AS BLACK AS NIGHT
IT’S ALIVE AND WELL AND ITS PUMPIN, BLOOD COLD AS ICE
YOU MIGHT SEE A GLIMMER OF RED, IF YOU HOLD IT UP TO THE LIGHT
JUST ENOUGH TO GIVE FALSE HOPE, TO KEEP UP THE FIGHT.
SHE CAN’T HELP WHO SHE IS. DON’T THINK SHE WAS BORN THAT WAY
TOO LATE TO MATTER NOW. SHE IS WHO SHE IS ‘CAUSE,
UNDERNEATH THAT BEAUTIFUL SKIN IS A HEART AS BLACK AS NIGHT
IT’S NOT DEAD IT’S STILL PUMPIN, BLOOD COLD AS ICE
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8. |
Karaoke Queen
04:29
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Like clockwork every Thursday night
First one on when they dim the lights
Cord in her left hand, mic in the right, she’s the Karaoke Queen
Somethin to see several years ago
Now she’s showin more than she oughta show
All dressed up with no place to go, she’s the Karaoke Queen
CHORUS
She’s all in, she believes what she sings
When her song comes ‘round she’s always on key
Her pain’s so real, it’s what gets to me, she’s the Karaoke Queen
CHORUS
When her moment ends she gets right back in line,
Reba, Miranda, Bonnie if she’s feelin’right
Livin’ in her own world, even if it’s a lie, she’s the Karaoke Queen
CHORUS
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9. |
Alone in a Country Song
03:31
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SHE WAS A SMALL TOWN TEXAS CHEERLEADER, DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL
DADDY’D DO ANYTHING FOR HER, GIVE HER ANYTHING IN THIS OL’ WORLD
AND SHE LOVES HER MOMMA, MOMMA DID NOTHING WRONG
SHE CAN’t HELP IT SHE NEEDS TO LIVE IN A COUNTRY SONG
CHORUS
SHE LIKES DRINKIN’ WHISKEY WITH STAPLETON
TALKIN’ JESUS WITH JINKS
BACK ROADIN’ WITH MIRANDA THEY''RE LIKE THELMA AND LOUISE
RATHER STAY IN THE AIRWAYS MOTEL, THAN THE HOLIDAY INN
SHE’S HER OWN BEST COMPANY WHEN SHE’S ALONE IN A COUNTRY SONG
CHORUS
WELL HER BEST FRIEND IS A GYPSY, WHO’D GLADLY DIE IN HER PLACE
GOT A MAN THAT LOVES HER, TWO KIDS WHO THINK SHE’S A SAINT
BIG HOUSE UP ON A HILL, CHURCH PEW IN THE BACK
THINGS AIN’T ALWAYS WHAT THEY SEEM,
SHE NEEDS TO LIVE IN A COUNTRY SONG
CHORUS
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10. |
Ribbons in the Desert
05:53
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YOUNG BRAVE HE CLIMBS A MESQUITE
TO SEE THE MAIDEN SHES OUT OF THE TIPI
THEN HE PRACTICES WITH HIS BOW, A REAL BRAVE HE’S GONNA SHOW ’EM
THE PAINTED BRAVE HE RIDES BY BUT HE DOESN’T SIGNAL
TO THE YOUNG BRAVE
HIS DAY IT HAS NOT COME FOR TO RIDE INTO WAR
CHORUS 1
NOT KNOWING HIS GREAT GRANDSON WOULD PROP HIS FOOT
AND LEAN AGAINST A BRICK WALL
BY THE RIBBONS IN THE DESERT
HE’D PRACTICE WITH HIS BOW
AS HE RODE HIS PONY PAST THE MAIDEN
AS SHE HELPED HER MOTHER STRETCH THE SKINS
HER LONG BLACK HAIR A TOUCH OF VERMILLION BLOWN BY THE WIND
NEVER FORGIVEN
SHES NOT OLD ENOUGH FOR THE YOUNG BRAVE SO HE WAITED FOR LOVE AND WAR
CHORUS 1
FINALLY THE WARRIOR HE RODE BY
AND GAVE THE SIGNAL, TO THE YOUNG BRAVE
BLOOD RED HANDPRINT ON HIS PONY, NOW HE’S A WARRIOR TO BE
BOW IN HAND AND QUIVER LOADED
HIS PAINTED PONY DISAPPEARING WAR PAINT IS NOT FOR PLAY
HE’D LONG AWAITED THIS DAY
CHORUS
THE YOUNG MAIDEN SHE WATCHED EVERY DAY
FOR A SILHOUETTE IN THE DESERT
THEN HE RODE UP SLOWLY AND LIFTED HER ON HIS PONY, A MAN
HE PLEASED HER FATHER
WHAT A GREAT WARRIOR HE HAD BEEN
THE CEREMONY WAS SOON AS WAR SURELY LOOMED
CHORUS 2
NOT KNOWING THEIR GREAT GRANDSON
WOULD PROP HIS FOOT AND LEAN
AGAINST A BRICK WALL BY THE RIBBONS IN THE DESERT
GREAT IRON HORSES GATHERED FROM THE RIBBONS IN THE DESERT
SIGN SAYS DON’T GIVE THE INDIANS MONEY
THEY’LL ONLY SPEND IT ON WHISKEY
SPEND IT ON WHISKEY AND PROP THEIR FOOT
AND LEAN, AGAINST A BRICK WALL
BY THE RIBBONS IN THE DESERT
I GAVE THEM EACH A FIN, ONE SAID HOW BOUT MY BROTHER
HE’S SICK UNDER THE OVERPASS, I GAVE HIM ANOTHER
I GUESS HE’LL PROP HIS FOOT AND LEAN AGAINST THE BRICK WALL
BY THE RIBBONS IN THE DESERT
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11. |
Bucket Boy Blues
03:15
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Never met a story, with so many holes,
See him lyin in the river grass with a fishin’ pole
Bottle of Bud, and a smoking bowl
It’s pick your poison, which one would you choose? I’d take anything but the Bucket Boy Blues
His wild kingdom, is way beyond compare,
rattlesnakes and alligators, even a grizzly bear
We could talk about the horses but then that wouldn’t be fair
He’d be a thousand years old if all his stories were true, I can’t imagine living with the Bucket Boy Blues
Went upstairs to look around, didn’t know what I would find, but Bucket Boy had been there first,
left his callin card behind
Makin tracks for the water hole while everybody is stayin late, just forty more pounds to go till he gets to gator-wrestlin’ weight
The cat came back, he didn’t like it on his own
You know he hates to ask you this but can he have a loan?
Says”I’ll pay you back when I win place and show”
Hey where’s he going with everybody’s tools? The best bet is his fast track to the Bucket Boy Blues
Did fumes get to him, inside his sleepin mind
? Or maybe its just the residue of what he left behind
His life sits at the bottom of a pail for everyone to find
I believe I’d end it all, if I were you, a bullet in the brain is a kinder fate than the Bucket Boy Blues
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12. |
Not Like That
04:58
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It’s a grey Morning, I go to work, we haven’t said anything for three days
We used to talk, I want to talk, but you roll over and pretend your sleepin’
A whiskey bottle, under the sink, and those pills, she got from a friend
They make her calm, they keep her sane, make her feel like, she’s not at the end
CHORUS
Hey ya, it’s not like that, not like that, I didn’t mean it
I wasn’t thinking, you weren’t thinkin, I didn’t mean it, I know you’re not like that
Simple wit, and some simple words, a simple lie is, no better than that
And I say, hey it’s okay, if that’s what you want, you’re gonna have it anyway
So I go out, out drinkin’, try to forget, where you are and who you’re with
I’d like to think, it’ll be alright, so I hold it in, no I won’t be laughin’ tonight
CHORUS
She says hey you know, I never messed around, but she knows, that I know better than that
But I believe, just for a while, then I wake up and I know that I don’t know her
And she says there has to be something more, and I know, that somethin’ it just ain’t you
She packs her things, in the dark, drives away, while I pretend I’m sleepin’
CHORUS
This whiskey, it’s sure contagious, I pour a drink, and I wait for the ambulance to come
CHORUS 2
Hey ya, it’s not like that, not like that, I didn’t mean it
You werent’t thinking, I wasn’t thinkin, I guess you meant it cause I know you’re just like that
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13. |
The One for Me
03:17
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THEY SAY BEHIND EVERY GOOD MAN
IS A GOOD WOMAN YOU’LL SEE
I’M NOT THAT GOOD BUT I’M BETTER THAN I OUGHTA BE
WHATEVER I AM IT’S ONLY BECAUSE SHE’S STANDIN’ NEXT TO ME
CHORUS
I FOUND HER STANDIN’ BY THE COON DOG PUNCH
SHE WAS WEARIN’ THAT MINI SKIRT
BIG BEAUTIFUL EYES LORD THEY MADE ME HURT
I KNEW SHE WAS THE ONE FOR ME
IT WASN’T EASY IT WOULDN’T HAPPEN OVERNIGHT
I NEEDED WORK BUT SHE’D PUT IN THE TIME
I MIGHT HAVE BEEN A LITTLE ROUGHER THAN SOME DON’T KNOW WHERE I’D BE IF SHE HADN'T COME
CHORUS
THEY SAY THAT LOVE IS A CHOICE BUT I DISAGREE I WAS HELPLESS SHE HAD A SPELL ON ME
MY HEART BEATS AND MY LUNGS BREATH
MY LOVE FOR HER IS THE SAME TO ME
CHORUS
CHORUS
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HoJames Band Tyler, Texas
HoJames Band is an original Southern Americana band from Tyler, TX. We blend Blues, Bluegrass, Folk, Rock, and Country with a Jam Band ethic to create a sound we are proud to call our own.
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