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I Can
03:11
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I Can
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
I can't save your soul and I can't mend your heart
I can't make a whole from all your broken parts
I can't pass your test and I can't make your case
I can't do your best, I can't take your place
I can't read your cards and I can't hide your scars
Pocketful of fears and reasons to refuse
Leave them all behind and I can sit with you
I can't right your wrongs and I can't dig your ditch
I can't write your songs or even match your pitch
I can't kill your buzz and I can't tell your lies
I can't fill you up and I can't cut your ties
I can't play your hand and I can't take your stand
Staring at the walls, nothing left to lose
Listen for the call and I can walk with you
I can't make your peace and I can't make your bail
I can't tame your beast and I can't set your sail
I can't wake you up and I can't change your mind
I can't push you hard enough to cross your line
I can't pay your debts and I can't face your fears
I can't wage your bets and I can't cry your tears
I can't play your game and I can't rest your bones
I can't take the blame for all your sticks and stones
But I can be with you and I can sit with you
And I can stand with you and I can walk with you
And I can and I can and I can and I can
And I can and I can and I can and I can
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River Rat
04:06
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River Rat
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Grassy field and unpaved road
Through the crooked trees
Little shack stands all alone
Where the river meets the reeds
Sun don’t shine much anymore
On this muddy patch of land
Daddy’s gun hangs by the door
Mama’s ashes in a can
Guided by a gentle breeze
And currents flowing north
She left her home in New Orleans
A padlock on the door
She rested at the water’s edge
A lazy August day
Her cotton dress all dripping wet
Her hair a mat of dreadlock braids
Digging up the trilobites
Sand between my toes
She broke the silence with a sigh
Words like the water flowed
She told me trouble finds her fast
Said not to get too near
I said Daddy and the river rat
Are the only things I fear
Devil woman, Daddy warned
A bounty on her head
And when he found us by the shore
His beady eyes turned red
I held my breath and I grabbed his gun
And broke the barrel down
I knew the time had finally come
As he pinned me to the ground
We tumbled in the river
He was swallowed by the depth
I felt my body shiver
As the water took his breath
I turned around onto my back
As he sank beneath the rocks
And drifted like a river rat
To an island of dreadlocks
Daddy's buried with his gun
Among the crooked trees
Unmarked grave beneath the mud
Where the river meets the reeds
Vines across the empty shack
A padlock on the door
And the red eyes of the river rat
They don't haunt me anymore
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Goody Shoes
03:06
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Goody Shoes
© 2012 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Cashed in some vinyl at Jerry's store
He gave me twenty dollar and he showed me the door
I picked up a guitar, sang him this song
He said, "Take your fingerpicky and move along"
Move along, yeah, move along
Take your fingerpicky and move along
Passed by the police shakin' down a man
I said, "Maybe he's doing just the best he can"
Man said, "Me? I'm doing all wrong
So take your goody shoes and move along"
Move along, yeah, move along
Take your goody shoes and move along
Saw Saint Peter leanin' on his gate
Folks lined up so I had to wait
He said, "Son, you shoulda listened to your mom
Now take your rubbernecky and move along"
Move along, yeah, move along
Take your rubbernecky and move along
Take your fingerpicky and move
Take your goody shoes and move along
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4. |
Firefly
03:25
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Firefly
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Dazzling firefly, you mark a year gone by
Your luminescence takes me by surprise
A thrill to catch and hold, you make my fingers glow
Holding on is easier than letting go
Among the shadows in the yard
You are a fallen star
The way the seasons change, the moon that waxes ‘til it wanes
I wonder what becomes of what we cannot save
There is too much risk in metamorphosis
But maybe there's a chance for a gentle shift
Among the shadows in the yard
You are a fallen star
Like synchronicity, are your flashes code or maybe
Only random bursts of energy?
Inside a spark like yours, so cool and pure
I catch a glimpse of confidence and faith restored
Dazzling firefly
Dazzling firefly
You mark a year gone by
Gone by
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Cowboy Song
02:29
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Cowboy Song
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
(Note: our lyrics were inspired by the 19-century
cowboy poem, "Oh, a man there lived")
A man there lives on the western plain
Got a ton of spark and an ounce of brain
Robs the cattle and herds the trains
Plays the fool like it's all a game
Yippee yi-yi
Yippee yi-oy
Plays the fool, this cowboy
Raised by the wind and the buffalo
Moves real fast, thinks real slow
Got his schooling in a cactus grove
Dusty road is all he knows
Yippee yi-yi
Yippee yi-oy
Prickly spines and a cowboy
Sets up drinks without a cent
Fights like the devil with every young gent
Wherever he goes he goes hell bent
Mangy dog is his only friend
Yippee yi-yi
Yippee yi-oy
Mangy dog and a cowboy
Drinks his weight at the dancing hall
Head too big, pants too small
Gets shot up in a drunken brawl
Undertaker takes it all
Yippee yi-yi
Yippee yi-oy
Nothing left of this cowboy
Rest in peace, cowboy
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Refugee
03:33
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Refugee
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Crashing waves, cheap motel
Fragile like a broken shell
Washed ashore, the undertow has passed
Salty tears, rising tide
Sifting through what's left behind
Pocket full of sand and frosted glass
Longing for a place to be
Harbored by the gracious sea
Refugee
Howling wind, drenching rain
Branches bend beneath the strain
Dark sky stretches outward without end
Picket fence, pair of boots
Freshly picked, taking root
Waiting for the sun to come again
Longing for a place to be
Sheltered by the patient trees
Refugee
Bitter cold, frost that bites
Guarded like a sheet of ice
Pick and shovel buried in the snow
Pins and needles, leaves and bark
Spindle rolling, catch a spark
Daylight breaking as the embers glow
Longing for a place to be
Fostered by the rising heat
Refugee
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7. |
Wooly Old Days
03:40
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Wooly Old Days
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
My old man, drove an old Ford
Seersucker suit, knocking on doors
Checking his list for the next woman's name
He’d sell her a Bible, walking right in
He’d talk about life and how loneliness was such a sin
Then she'd smile and ask him to stay
Fed by the faithful, led by the stars
He followed the road and steered with his heart
All that he needed coming his way
In those days, those wild, wooly old days
Dad didn’t leave me his charm or good looks
Just the key to his Ford and a stack of Good Books
I learned all the verses then gave them away
I drove to the heartland and slept with the trees
Listened to rivers that washed over me
Every bird, worm, and pebble had something to say
Living a different American dream
Without any junk bonds or pyramid schemes
All that I needed coming my way
In those days, those wild, wooly old days
Words on the page are too small to read
Blinded by scenes flashing up on the screen
I put on the coffee, pull down the shades
My son comes to visit, Sundays at five
He lights up the room with the news of his life
I smile as I listen, and ask him to stay
Someday soon gonna sink through the floor
Meet my old man, climb in his Ford
All that we need will keep coming our way
Like those days, those wild, wooly old days
Those days, those wild, wooly old days
Those days, those wild, wooly old days
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Bless You Man
03:56
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Bless You, Man
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Her daddy always liked her style
Such a pretty face and a dimpled smile
But he says she's not his daughter anymore
'Cause she's married to the girl next door
Reaching out she calls to him
But her words fall short time again
So she puts her palms together in a prayer
For a father who isn't really there
She says, "Bless you, man
Bless your heart and bless your soul
Bless you, man, sometimes love means letting go
Maybe it's true we all do the best we can
So bless you, bless you, man"
He had it made when the deal came down
Corner office deep in town
And on his door he hung a little sign
It said, "The highest virtue is the bottom line"
Then he called her in and he let her go
Said her job was moving down below
Packing up and saying her goodbyes
She closed her final memo with a sigh
She said, "Bless you, man
May the blessings always be
Bless you man, the most precious things are free
Maybe it's true we all do the best we can
So bless you, bless you, man"
Barren trees and cloudy skies
Children hard at work inside
Learning red means stop and green means go
A stranger is a person you don't know
A man comes in with angry eyes
There isn't time to run and hide
And in the wake of pain and tragedy
A grieving father clears his throat to speak
He says, "Bless you man
Bless you and your family
Bless you, man, may the blessings bring us peace
Maybe it's true we all do the best we can
So bless you, bless you, man"
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Lotus
03:05
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Lotus
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Uncle went to Vegas
Lost it all on a Jack
Grandpa went to Vietnam
Never came back
Mama’s been sleeping by the subway stop
Papa’s in prison wondering how he got caught
Hauling rubble by the ton
Souvenirs of where I’m from
Cut my teeth on trash
Learned to hold my nose
Dreaming of a sunny day
A little grass to mow
Some folks say I got no chance
But I don’t need luck ‘cause I got me a plan
Found an old dog
He’s a lot like me
Raised in the wild
Smarter than he seems
Don’t bark much but got sharp teeth
He waits by the door every time I leave
Blood is thick but thieves are, too
Gonna find me a way to slip on through
Uncle went to Vegas
Lost it all on a Jack
Grandpa went to Vietnam
Never came back
Fruit don’t hang on my family tree
So I’m trying to grow something in this mud around me
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Jitney
03:05
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Jitney
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
I got a nice clean car, I gotta catch me a fare
You got rain on your face and you gotta get somewhere
You home for good or only passing through?
Climb on in, we got some catching up to do
Been a long time, Hon’, what kinda trip you been on?
Bet you seen some things you can't never tell your mom
Them wandering eyes, they take you for a ride
I wonder, do you ever look behind?
These hills are filled with streets as crooked as a maze
And maybe that explains the way I drive
And why I don't think straight
I’m a lost cause but I know my way around
And I ain’t never gonna leave this town
Well, I guess you heard I finally paid my tolls
I learned to keep my eyes on the road
The oldies station plays my favorite songs
The rivers keep me here where I belong
I can see you got a lotta things to do
Filed in that briefcase next to you
I’m low on gas and need a cup of Joe
Hope you run me down before you go
These hills are filled with streets as crooked as a maze
And maybe that explains the way I drive
And why I don't think straight
I’m a lost cause but I know my way around
And I ain’t never gonna leave this town
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Old Dry Bones
04:04
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Old Dry Bones
© 2012 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Old dry bones left along the road
I still hear the lows of the cattle when the wind blows
How they make my heart grieve
These old dry bones
Out on the farm there ain’t much alive
Dust fills the air when trucks pass on by
Dirts road I used to cross every day
Broken pipes covered in rust block the way
Them papers I signed with my daddy’s old pen
While I joked with the bankers and the company men
Told how the gas and the dollars would flow
Both ran out a long time ago
Now there's old dry bones left along the road
I still hear the lows of the cattle when the wind blows
How they make my heart grieve
These old dry bones
I think of my daddy and the way that he lived
And I know there’s no chance he’d a done what I did
I picture him turning these bones in his hands
And mourning what’s happened to his sacred land
The load that I carry around in my heart
Is enough to tear anybody apart
I buried my daddy and all of my kin
All I got left is memories of them and these
Old dry bones left along the road
I still hear the lows of the cattle when the wind blows
How they make my heart grieve
These old dry bones
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12. |
Whisk You Away
03:14
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Whisk You Away
© 2013 The Squirrel Hillbillies
I wanna whisk you away
I wanna make an escape, Love
If only just for a day
I wanna whisk you away
I...
I wanna open the gate, Love
And get you outta this place
I wanna whisk you away
Honey, I can't get my fill
Never seems enough
Convict me if you will
I'm recklessly in love
Working hard and doing time
Penalties are steep
I will be your alibi
Come on, Babe, let's flee
I wanna whisk you away
I wanna make an escape, Love
If only just for a day
I wanna whisk you away
I...
I wanna open the gate, Love
And get you outta this place
I wanna whisk you away
Take that burden off your back
It can wait awhile
Only thing you need to pack's
A toothbrush and a file
Hurry now and don't be late
I'll devise a plan
Everyone deserves a break
Let's break out while we can
I wanna whisk you away
I wanna make an escape, Love
If only just for a day
I wanna whisk you away
I...
I wanna open the gate, Love
And get you outta this place
I wanna whisk you away
Walls are made to keep folks out
But I'm in here with you
Honey, put aside your doubt
It's time to fly this coop
I wanna whisk you away
I wanna make an escape, Love
If only just for a day
I wanna whisk you away
I...
I wanna open the gate, Love
And get you outta this place
I wanna whisk you away
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The Squirrel Hillbillies Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
From deep within the urban forest of Pittsburgh's East End, the Squirrel Hillbillies often emerge to share their eclectic mix of acoustic roots, spanning folk, country and blues. Duo partners Jenny Wolsk and Gary Crouth have been writing, arranging, recording and performing together since 2010. Their original songs have been played on radio programs in the US, Europe and around the world. ... more
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