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Calamity Row

by Calamity Row

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1.
Running home, like a fool Now there’s another man with you I’ve been away, well that is true You have gone and turned the screw I won’t fight, or get uptight But to say I did you wrong, that just ain’t right Don’t you try, to justify I don’t need to hear those little lies I’ll just say, I understand You won’t have to see this broken man I know you’re bound, to come around Just to see my poor heart in the ground I won’t beg, or try to plea Your new happiness don’t bother me I can’t cry, for what is lost I’m out on the street where I’ve been tossed I’ve seen the light, I’m gone tonight But to say I did you wrong, that just ain’t right
2.
Touched down early on a summer night Followed them arrows as the building lights Rose over the horizon like a thousand stars The crowded I-90 and a lane of cars Oh Oh I’m coming home Can’t wait to feel the rumble of the Old Post Road Took the first exit and drove through town The streets they hummed with the windows down A half moon settled in the far north sky The breezes that were blowing smelled like July Oh Oh I’m coming home Can’t wait to feel the rumble of the Old Post Road Headed down a couple of tight switch backs Past broken down porches near the railroad tracks The smell of cut lumber from the paper mill I’ll be leaving it behind me at the top of the hill Oh Oh I’m coming home Can’t wait to feel the rumble of the Old Post Road Pulled over to the shoulder and cut the gas Like a long haul trucker on a mountain pass Cause something unfamiliar rattled my bones The skeleton frames of a hundred new homes Oh Oh I’m coming home But they blocked up the middle of the Old Post Road
3.
Rilla Mae 03:21
i heard you were a dreamer, child you didn't have a plan i heard you were a drifter looking for a place to land how could you have known you were just babe that all those tears you cried would take decades to fade oh, rilla mae won't you come out to play your ma & pa are okay don't throw your love away oh, rilla mae your baby's face is dirty and he's playing by the tracks it's not your fault you were forgotten everybody turned their backs if only someone loved you the way you needed from the start if only someone knew how to protect your little heart on the banks of a muddy river in a car going too fast you came to meet your maker still you echo in my past it's alright to be a wanderer anybody can get lost sometimes i think i know you though our paths have never crossed so let me take your little hand don't you see that we're alright you know darkness begets darkness so step out into the light, step out oh, rilla mae
4.
mississippi tights and camel toes lookin like a sausage and you're stuffed into hose dirty mind I got a dirty nose falling into focus and can't let go pissing in the alley but you gotta get back in line canadian tux canadian ehs hitting on the board between the ayes and the nays and there's a medium gain for a maximum toll failing at feeling you're my ace in the hole scrawling on the margins but you've gotta get back in line colonial minds, colonial nose napoleon complexion uncomfortable pose ignorance reigns, ignoring just rolls failing into focus and I can't let go collar-stained lipstick and wouldn't you know I got nine-hundred fingers and ninety-six toes swearing at the circus chanting no no no but I'm not gonna stop until you're dead in a hole not gonna stop until you're dead in a hole not gonna stop until you're dead in a hole not gonna stop until you sign on that line
5.
Keep this old train rolling This poor heart needs holding Pull me along these rails into my baby's arms I'm a long lost fool For her baby blues Few hundred miles of track standing in my way I got you on my mind As I roll on past these pines I've been running so long And baby you're just right on time This old heart’s been towed Along a dark dusty road Just thinking of her and I’ll go off the rails Small towns fly on by The old fields have gone dry Take me all the way ’til the end of the line I want to get off this wreck And put her arms round my neck I've been running so long And baby you're just right on time Hey hey mister please Don’t wanna shoot the breeze She waiting for me now and I can hardly think Soon the sun will set And I belong out west Running with the girl who led me all this way I want to get off this train And be in your arms again I've been running so long And baby you're just right on time
6.
so i was thinkin' though i've been drinkin' and it's three in the mornin' that i'd really like to see you tonight so i was hopin' though i've been smokin' i could call up your phone and you'd come and lay down in my bed a whiskey woman gets lonesome too sometimes johnnie and jameson just won't do they'll get you good and tight but they won't keep you warm at night so come on over though i ain't sober and i'll pour you a drink c'mon baby you know what i mean (chorus)
7.
Rainy, Hell 04:12
handmade details of the night you let your tales coincide the mourning robe I made myself reminds my sickness of my health a rainy hell of compromise punches through the stitches in my sides it may be long before I writhe down to the dunes where we spent the night with many sided denizens of hate and the crowded halls just wait ineffective memory of the dawn your cobwebbed headache lingered on every detail from the night before the vaguest glimpse of something more it could all come back someday just wait many-sided denizens of hate
8.
Stockton 02:41
There ain’t nothing but a one lane road Nothing else in this town Just a mountain in the distance It’s the only thing that brings that blazin' sun down My daddy told me about the crossroads Used to tell me when I was young That the only time he made it out Was when that Army recruiter tried to hunt him down Cause I’m tired of living With one hand out and the other in my pocket And the serviceman said It’s a hundred miles to Stockton Met a fellow in San Fran Used to go to my High School Now he’s dealing in the city Nothing else for a poor boy to do Cause I’m tired of living With one hand out and the other in my pocket And the serviceman said It’s a hundred miles to Stockton There ain’t nothing to the East side There ain’t nothing to the South So I’m taking my pickup truck Better hope that engine just don’t give out Cause I’m tired of living With one hand out and the other in my pocket And the serviceman said It’s a hundred miles to Stockton
9.
Back in the hollow on the shady grove, Over the hills on a backwoods road. Going back to where I'm from, To find a place where I can strum. A mandos ringin out in the air, I'm a long way from home and nobody cares. Oh well… Back in the hollow off the country hills, I'm going back up baby to get my thrills. Life ain't easy living like you please, If it ain't going right then roll with me. Fire's on the mountain all night long, I'm going back up baby to sing my song. So long... Back in the hollow I'm flying high, The sweet water's flowin just let it ride. Sing til your throat is good and raw, Then bring it on home to Havre de Grace I'll live it up baby til the day I die, Then fly off the top of a mountain side. Alright...
10.
In The End 02:12
sitting in the starlight on a south nevada strip watching stupid trucks go ‘round the bend i knew i could do better washed out in the pogonip i knew that i’d get ripped off in the end in the end, in the end and then there’s always something better in the end in the end there’s always something just beyond the end if the stars were diamonds i could pawn them all for gas and if i had a car i’d drive away down in some crossroads i could try to sell my soul out here they get a million every day
11.
she don't wanna wear your ring she just wanna sing she don't wanna be your baby ain't even sayin' maybe if you wanna see me better bring the whiskey but i'll warn you from the start don't try and tame a wild heart because she's nobody's darling she don't care about the money you're making or the clothes you wear i can tell that you're faking by your empty stare buddy you ain't fooling she ain't nobody's darling she don't want no fancy car they never got her very far and those jewels that you've been flaunting you know, they're only good for pawning if you wanna make plans then meet me down in graceland but i'll warn you from the start don't try and tame a wild heart (chorus) she don't need no silver spoon she only need the moon you won't find her in the bars she's underneath the stars the last time that i saw him was on a muddy road in austin so let me warn you from the start don't try and tame a wild heart (chorus)
12.
Abilene 05:02
The bright lights of the city Sometimes they cast their glow On my home town of Abilene When we put on a show But I was never once prepared Nor since the truth be told For anything as wonderful At a twilight rodeo And it was not the men that rode That night my heart she stole We never danced in the moonlight But the stars that shine down on this town don’t know We never danced in the moonlight But I caught you at the Midnight Rodeo As quickly as you fell to me You broke then for the stands Hopped the one way barricade Grabbed hold of your man And I took my last applause that night And sank into my van Drove that lonely road back to My own apartment land But still drifting through my head From the rafters to my bed

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Thanks: Mat Leffler-Schulman at Mobtown studios, Warren Cutler for the cover painting, Luis Mier-y-Teran for keeping practices going and general excellence, Nony Dutton for photos and breads and markets and fires, Matt Todd for great photos, Shiloh for putting up with us banging around in the basement, Laura and Pam for putting up with us in general, everyone at the Lynnbrook for putting up with having their courtyard colonized, Curtis for always being prepared to sing ring of fire, Frank O-Jazz for being the man, Haydee for supporting us with a venue and margaritas

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released November 13, 2014

Annie Miller - violinging, sing, mando, guitar
Chris Winther - drums, bass, guitars, whale sounds, sang
Jordan Cutler - harmonica, guitarmica, sung
Josh McDonald - bangjo, bass, singe

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