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Old Crow Medicine Show Album


O.C.M.S. (02/24/2004)
02/24/2004
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Poor Man
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Hard To Love
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CC Rider
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Hard To Tell
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Wagon Wheel
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Well I’m ridin’ down Fifth Street, I’m comin’ down Main
I tried to bum a nickel for to buy cocaine
Cocaine’s gonna kill my honey dead

Chorus:
Now won’t you tell it to me
Tell it to me
Drink the corn liquor let the cocaine be
Cocaine’s gonna kill my honey dead

I sniff cocaine before I die
I’d be sniffin’ cocaine if it took my life
Cocaine’s gonna kill my honey dead

(Chorus)

Now I sniff cocaine, I sniff it in the wind
The doc he says it’ll kill me but he can’t say when
Cocaine’s gonna kill my honey dead

(Chorus)

All them rounders that think they’re tough
But they feed their women on the beer and the snuff
Cocaine’s gonna kill my honey dead

(Chorus)

. . .


Down in Eutaw, Alabama in 1965
A young man ‘bout 21, no different than you or I
He’s catchin’ catfish, and gettin’ drunk
But Uncle Sam called, he called him up
Sent him out to Vietnam
That young man
Got his life turned upside down
Turned his smile into a frown
Robbed that king of his crown
For an ideal he didn’t even know about

He was gamblin’ at the wagon when that army man showed up
And he flashed that pen and paper
And ol’ Flukie he signed up
There’s gonna be a big time in the jungle
Gonna be a firefight
Gonna be a rumble
Send me out to Vietnam
I’ll fight ten men
I got nothin’ left in the States for me
I wanna see the world you see
I know that Uncle Sam needs me
To fight for an ideal I know nothing about

Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud
And he could not see the corpses for the ragin’ dust cloud
Grab your duffle bags, head to the checkpoint
Welcome to Vietnam, boys, you’re in for a hell of a fight
Take it from the ones who know
The army moves slow
Hurry up and wait, don’t sleep late
And learn to hate your brother
Before you hate your foe

On patrol out in the rice fields, them choppers flew low
Glancing for the hand signal to tell you where to go
Then the bombs started fallin’
And they pounded his brain
And he thought about Eutaw and who was to blame
For sendin’ him to Vietnam

. . .

Poor Man

[No lyrics]

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Well I had girl, her name was Eve
Every time I'd hit her she'd holler "Police"
Cook them biscuits, cook 'em brown
Done talkin' I'll tear it around
If you catch another mule kickin' in your stall
Then tear it down

Chorus:
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
If you catch another mule kickin' in your stall
Man, you gotta tear it down

Mr. Evans on the avenue ain't ashamed
To see that monkey whiffin' that cocaine
Went upstairs to ring the bell
Police in the alley sniffin' cocaine
When you catch another mule kickin' in your stall
Then tear it down

(Chorus)

Every time I'd hit her she'd holler "Police"
Cook them biscuits, cook 'em brown
Done talkin' I'll tear it around
If you catch another mule kickin' in your stall
Then tear it down

(Chorus)

. . .

Hard To Love

[No lyrics]

. . .

CC Rider

[No lyrics]

. . .


Down the track this morning she did stroll
In an accident her foot got caught in a hole
I’m going to tell you the truth
Die for a touch of that cold hand
I’d be crying every time the Southern makes it’s run

I’m going to buy them all
Cigarettes and chewing tobacco when I can
Trials and troubles are heavy for me

She’s a ramblin’ gal
Bound to leave her home
I begged my brown skin
Please don’t leave me alone
I’m going to make amends
Bound to cry to touch her hand
I’m going to ride that line
‘Till I see that black train come

I’m going to buy them all
Cigarettes and chewing tobacco when I can
Trials and troubles are heavy for me

Now people that Southern Pacific make her run
From Chapel Hill to the state of Washington
Round the bend at 40 miles
20 tons of loaded frieght a-comin' on
Florscheim’s stuck and it won’t come out
My good gal’s dead and gone

I’m going to buy them all
Cigarettes and chewing tobacco when I can
Trials and troubles are heavy for me

Trials and troubles are heavy for me

. . .

Hard To Tell

[No lyrics]

. . .


Chorus:
Take ‘em away, take ‘em away, Lord
Take away these chains from me
My heart is broken ‘cause my spirit’s not free
Lord take away these chains from me

Some birdsÂ’ feathers are too bright to be caged
I know IÂ’m not that colorful but a bird just the same
Open up your gate now, let me put down my load
So I can feel at ease and go back to my home

(Chorus)

Sun beatinÂ’ down, my legs canÂ’t seem to stand
ThereÂ’s a boss man at a turnrow with a rifle in his hand
IÂ’ve got nine child, nothinÂ’ in the pan
My wife she died hungry while I was plowinÂ’ land

(Chorus)

CanÂ’t see when I go to work, canÂ’t see when I get off
How do you expect a man not to get lost
Every year I just keep getting deeper in debt
If thereÂ’s a happy day, Lord, I havenÂ’t seen one yet

(Chorus)

Land that I love is the land that IÂ’m workinÂ’
But itÂ’s hard to love it all the time when your back is a-hurtinÂ’
GettinÂ’ too old now to push this here plow
Please let me lay down so I can look at the clouds

(Chorus)

Land that I know is where two rivers collide
The Brazos the Navaso and the big blue sky
Flood plains, freight trains, watermelon vines
Of any place on GodÂ’s green earth, this is where I choose to die

(Chorus)

. . .


Well my friends, I see your face so clearly
Little bit tired, little worn through the years
You sound nervous, you seem alone
I hardly recognize your voice on the telephone

In between I remember
Just before bound-up, broken-down
We drive out to the edge of the highway
Follow that lonesome dead-end roadside south

Chorus:
We're all in this thing together
Walkin' the line between faith and fear
This life don't last forever
When you cry I taste the salt in your tears

Well my friend, let's put this thing together
And walk the path with worn out feet of trial
'Cause if you wanted we can go home forever
Give up your jaded ways, spell your name to God

Chorus

All the hour there's a picture in a mirror
Fancy shoes to grace our feet
All there is is a slow road to freedom
Heaven above and the devil beneath

Chorus

. . .

Wagon Wheel

[No lyrics]

. . .


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