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  Reviews: Where to find the deVillebillies music: Currently, the CD can be purchased at any live dVb show, or one of these outlets: Strictly Discs 1900 Monroe St. Madison, WI 53711 608.259.8444 www.strictlydiscs.com B Side Records 436 State St. Madison, WI 53703 608.255.1977 www.b-sidemadison.com the Exclusive Company 508 State St. Madison, WI 53703 608.255.2433 www.myspace.com/exclusive5 Please use these links, to get the deVillebillies music as a download: Tunecore www.tunecore.com/music/thedevillebillies emusic www.emusic.com/artist/the-devillebillies-mp3-download/12084697.html Amazon http://www.amazon.com/the-Devillebillies/dp/B001HI2TR6/ref=sr_1_1? ie=UTF8&s=dmusic&qid=1223427549&sr=8-1 lala http://www.lala.com/#artist/the_deVillebillies Broadjam http://www.broadjam.com/artists/home.php?artistID=64266 Amie Street www.amiestreet.com/music/the-devillebillies/the-devillebillies Napster http://home.napster.com/ns/music/artist.html?artist_id=12648240 Keep looking here for more options, as dVb continues to take the turbo-twang worldwide! Song lyrics to all eight tracks: __________________________________________________________________________________________ 1. Truck Drivin' Woman D. Hall c2008 I was drivin' down I-94 when I felt that tire blow So, I limped my car on over to the side of the road Couldn't find my spare tire Didn't know how to work the jack I was just about to cry when I heard that semi turnin' back Out of that big rig stepped a woman twice my size She had my flat tire fixed in the wink of an eye I tried to flip that girl a twenty But my cash wasn't enough She got me up in her sleeper Now I think I'm in love She's a truck drivin' woman got a big load in the back A chain drive wallet and a hint of a moustache Cowboy boots tight jeans and greasy hair up on her head She delivers the goods when she gets you into bed Now I'm used to datin' bleach blondes and skinny model types But they ain't never did what that trucker did that night She used her big ol' belt buckle and a rusty tire tool And taught me things she said she learned in truck drivin' school Now she's my truck drivin' woman got a big load in the back A chain drive wallet and a hint of a moustache Cowboy boots tight jeans and greasy hair up on her head She delivers the goods when she gets you into bed __________________________________________________________________________________________ 2. Two Step Plan T. Grinde c2008 ASCAP Desk Top Publishing Co. When I looked in the mirror this morning, I didn't see much hair Seems like yesterday therewas a whole lot more up there No creams, no sprays, no lotions will improve my scalp But I know what to do that'll really help I take the first girl who makes it look like she can Help me hit the dance floor like she don't give a damn Just twirlin' her around makes me feel good again Yeah the only thing that helps me is a Two Step Plan Doctor tells me "Elmo you're drinkin' too much beer" but I say "Doc I only fill it up to here" He says "Ya keep on goin' you're gonna wind up dead" So i set my glass down and you know where I head Chorus instrumental solos chorus 2X _________________________________________________________________________________________ 3. Coal Miner's Cocaine C. Robson c2008 Grandpa was working in that mine number nine When the fire burst under the ground He made it to the surface with a broken back But some of them ain't never been found So his mining days were over and his working days too He sat home and fought throught he pain But he found a little something that would cut the edge And we call it Coal Miner's Cocaine Coal Miner's Cocaine is bringing the cash Selling them little pills The cops don't like it But Grandpa wouldn't mind It's a prescription that will pay your bills The day that Grandpa died just sitting on the porch His pills spilled out on the ground So I keep refilling coal miner's cocaine And his body ain't never been found Every Friday night I head out of the woods To the Interstate in the fast lane I reckon city folks are crazy but they got that money And I sell them coal miner's cocaine chorus I learned a couple things from the mining men Hell's a hollow hole in the hills And coal miner's cocaine as a retirement plan Is a prescription that will cure your ills chorus __________________________________________________________________________________________ 4. Sunday Morning Outlaw D. Hall / C. Robson c2008 I remember Sunday mornings when I was just a kid The smell of fryin' bacon wakin' up my head Waylon and Willie on that kitchen radio I thought Lukenbach Texas might be the place to go Even though my friends couldn't stand that stuff I'd wake up early Sunday mornin' I couldn't get enough Of the man in black on that kitchen radio I thought Jackson might be the place to go For six days a week I played the Stones I couldn't even let my buddies know Come sunrise Sunday mornin' I'd be in my Momma's kitchen Diggin' on that country radio I like that drivin' rhythm and those screamin' guitars I listened to the eight tracks, I listened at the bars To that old Buck Owens on my pickup's radio I thought Bakersfield might be the place to go For six days a week I played Van Halen While secretly I was learnin' Waylon Come sunrise Sunday mornin' I'd be in my Momma's kitchen Diggin' on that country radio Every time I dropped a quarter into a jukebox slot I played something greezy, I punched in something hot I wanna get whiskey bent and hell bound 'cause Bocephus told me so I though Nashville Tennesee might be the place to go Now for six days a week I play the outlaws Strap on my guitar and let 'er go Come sunrise Sunday mornin' I'm still in my Momma's kitchen Diggin on that country radio __________________________________________________________________________________________ 5. Cigarettes and Beer T. Grinde c2008 ASCAP Desk Top Publishing Co. Everyone's got a hobby, I guess that's true For most guys it's their girlfriend, that's all they ever do If you decide to leave me, well I've got a different view I'll break out the smokes, and ice down the brew Smokin' cigarettes and drinkin' beer That's how I spend my time when you're not here So don't hurry back, because it's clear I sure like smokin' cigarettes and drinkin' beer Baby's got an attitude, you're always right And we've been known to go many rounds long into the night But if you go stormin' out, and I hear that door slam tight I'll be glad to satisfy my other appetite chorus instrumental solos chorus __________________________________________________________________________________________ 6. Cowgirl Butts (Drive Me Nuts) D. Hall c2004 That country club lady sure looks fine Wearin' Christian Diore while she's sippin' white wine Or takin' tennis lessons in a little white skirt When her husband's gone she loves to flirt She loves to brag about all her Daddy's money But that don't mean a damn thing to me Give me a redneck girl in tight blue jeans The painted on kind if you know what I mean I don't care about diamonds pearls and such But cowgirl butts drive me nuts You know that city woman in her tailor made suit She's got her hair pulled back, lookin' real cute Shows off her business saavy as she shows her thighs She knows how to work those boardroom guys She owns a Fortune 500 company But that don't mean a damn thing to me Give me a redneck girl in tight blue jeans The painted on kind if you know what I mean I don't care about stocks and bonds and such But cowgirl butts drive me nuts If you really wanna know what gets to me It's a cowgirl wearin' Wrangler 14NBPs There's an actresss out in Hollywood She's keepin' plastic surgeons busy but she sure looks good Doin' love makin' scenes with a leading man Always workin' out or workin' on her tan She's been nominated by the academy But that don't mean a damn thing to me Give me a redneck girl in tight blue jeans The painted on kind if you know what I mean I don't care about Oscars Emmys and such But cowgirl butts drive me nuts __________________________________________________________________________________________ 7. Sandstone Steps C. Robson c2008 I was minding my own business in this bar outside of town The night Sonny took his pool cue and laid that drunkard down And I saw the whole thing happen; I was heading for the door When that drunken out of towner came up looking for some more And I didn't see the sheriff as I lit into that man And that's the week that I spent three days in the Douglass County can This punk kid in a MoPar cussed my beat up old Chevelle So I chased him down the highway like a bat straight out of hell I saw the red lights flashing I felt like having fun Suddenly I'm piled up staring down a cold, black gun My efforts to explain things fell to no avail And that's the month that I spent three weeks in the Douglass County Jail Scooter owed me $40 so I made a midnight stop I'm pulling off his sixties and look up and saw the cop WellI'm only helping Scooter, sir, his bearings need some grease But I didn't know his wife was the doggone sheriff's niece That Black robed judge was listening, but he didn't hear my point And that's the year that I spent six months in the Douglass County Joint I'm a little short of money what from paying my court fees So Pedro got me driving hauling Japanese TV's Just this side of Rockford That rig starts running hot How was I to Know it wasn't Sonys, it was pot And the DEA's all waiting I'm in court again That's how I got ten years in the Sandstone Federal Pen __________________________________________________________________________________________ 8. Party In The Trailer Park D. Hall c2008 It was a Friday evening after work there was nothin' much to do I thought I'd have a couple of beers and fire up the barbeque My neighbor from two trailers down asked "would you mind if I joined you?" Then he drove down to the liquor store and bought a case of Red White and Blue While he was gone I got a call from a woman across the street She said "I see your Weber's gettin' hot I got a freezer full of meat" "My daughter and her college friends are here and they're gettin' bored" I said "I don't mind if they got time and there's always room for more" Fire up the grill ice down the beer the neighborhood's comin' out to play We'll light tiki torches on our redwood porches to keep the mosquitos away The trailers will be rockin' that's all I've got to say We'll build a bonfire after dark And have a party in the trailer park The guy next door said his son plays bass in a redneck rock and roll band The next thing I knew some long hairs pulled up in a smoke-filled, rusted-out van They set up in my carport powered by an old extension cord Threw some plywood down and spread some sawdust 'round For a makeshift hardwood floor The band was loud the beer was cold the food and the girls were hot Those coeds they were goin' wild and started pullin' off their tops The cops showed up and arrested me but before they could take me in I yelled y'all come back tomorrow we're gonna do this again Fire up the grill ice down the beer the neighborhood's comin' out to play We'll light tiki torches on our redwood porches to keep the mosquitos away The trailer's will be rockin' I wouldn't have it any other way We'll build a bonfire after dark and have a party in the trailer park |
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