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On the Loose
02:40
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On the Loose
© 2015 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Mama say, Son, I gotta run
The music’s on the loose
The band is on the corner
Ain’t no time to snoozaroo
Drummer’s making thunder
With the rumble of the bass
Folks swinging from the lampposts
In the latest dancing craze
Billy the Baker banging pans and pots and
Lookout in the fire tower shouts:
“Things are getting hot!”
Mama say, Boy, did you hear that noise
My banjo popped its strings
Hand me down my old trombone
Gonna make that metal sing
Blues are at the crossroads
Playing diddley bows and rags
Weatherman, he call for rain
But we got razzmatazz!
Lil’ Cousin Lizzie, belting out high C's and
Prisoners in the pokey yell:
“We think we found the key!”
Mama say, Child, it’s going wild
Stretching far and wide
Rhythm section’s pounding
And the horns are screeching high
No time to find your boutonniere
Or shine those old black shoes
Just grab your axe and pork pie hat
I hear my favorite tune!
Old Uncle Ernie plays his clarinet and
Bones in the graveyard singing:
“We ain’t dead yet!”
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Dharma Jane
03:06
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Dharma Jane
© 2015 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Down by the place where the three rivers flow
The waves paint your face on the waters below
The lilt of your voice softly chanting the line
Returns as an echo that settles my mind
Om mani padme hum
Crows in the graveyard, blacken the trees
Filling the branches with feathery leaves
A lift of your hand as you bid them goodbye
The darkness erupts and a storm takes the sky
Om mani padme hum
High on a hillside, city below
Following footsteps left long ago
Mind full (mindful) of storms and then still by the edge
Whispering words of the mantra you said
I’m feeling your spirit today
Where have you gone, Dharma Jane
I'm hearing your voice in the rain
Where have you gone, Dharma Jane
Om mani padme hum
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3. |
Bury Me Green
03:27
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Bury Me Green
© 2019 The Squirrel Hillbillies
If I die in New York City
I won’t need an airplane ride
Float me up the Hudson River
To Duchess County’s burial site
Nestled in among the hanging vines
If I go in Shenandoah
Keep the campsite fire ablaze
Send me down to Duck Run graveyard
Bury me green in a bygone way
Seeds and flower petals mark my place
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Rising like the sun
Rooted in the ground
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
The sky my mausoleum
The earth my endless vow
If we’re sailing on the ocean
And my life decides to leave
Trim the sails for deeper waters
Give my body to the sea
I’ll feed the fish and hope they like the feast
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Rising like the sun
Rooted in the ground
Hallelujah, Hallelujah!
The sky my mausoleum
The earth my endless vow
Lingering a lifetime
Drifting like the clouds
When this life is over
Wrap me in a shroud
The moon a precious jewel
The wind a sacred sound
Creatures bearing witness
As you lay my body down
if I die right here in Pittsburgh
As the last breath leaves my lungs
Haul me over to Penn Forest
Tell Pete my song’s been sung
Pet the goats and give the trees a hug
Turn the compost for the hungry bugs
”No trace” is a way to show love
I hope to leave this world as it was
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4. |
Soldier
04:27
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Soldier
© 2015 The Squirrel Hillbillies
The army sent my daddy home with shrapnel in his hands
Uncle got him working at the plant
He said he felt like he was back behind a prison wall
Ma said it was a shame he came home at all
The neighbor left us rosaries and magazines and cards
She prayed as I played in the yard
Daddy left his work boots in the dumpster up the street
The foreman said take all the time you need
He took up carving figures with a rusty pocket knife
His broken hands brought the wood to life
He whispered and he hummed while he whittled with his thumbs
And told me fairy tales that he made up
He talked about the desert and a soldier on a quest
And he twitched as he described the sun's relentlessness
He pulled the window curtains down and next he took the blinds
I wonder if he thought the sun might need his help to shine
The flag was like a lookout high above the clinic steps
50 stars and countless cast off cigarettes
Mama left the bus fare on the counter with a key
I let Daddy have the window seat
At night he'd often pace and then he'd curl up on the floor
He had a favorite spot near the door
One morning Mama kicked him as she hurried off to work
He groaned but he didn't say a word
When he woke he grabbed his coat and reached out for my hand
Then he vanished like an etching on the sand
Ma told me that she always knew he'd end up on the street
She said it even when the tears rolled down my cheeks
Mama got new curtains and a man to share her bed
Time for me to move along, she said
Uncle bought my ticket and a shiny pocket knife
And I'm leaving for the desert with a shadow at my side
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5. |
When I'm Gone
02:54
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When I'm Gone
© 2011 The Squirrel Hillbillies
I spill the milk, I spill the beans
I've run every stoplight I've ever seen
I play the wrong chords and I sing out of tune and
I tell all the punchlines way too soon
When I'm gone pour beer on my grave
Sing me a song with a crooked refrain
Drive my old car into the sea
Just don't forget about me
(Singing off key)
Don't forget about me
I drink too much coffee and keep you awake
With stories of nonsense adventures I take
I talk to the trees and I sing to the stars
And I dance with the chickens out there in the yard
When I'm gone pour beer on my grave
Sing me a song with a crooked refrain
Drive my old car into the sea
Just don't forget about me
(Talking to trees)
Don't forget about me
Give my guitar to the girl down the street
My coat to anyone cold that you meet
When I'm gone I won't cry anymore
About hunger and greed, anger and war
When I'm gone pour beer on my grave
Sing me a song with a crooked refrain
Drive my old car into the sea
Just don't forget about me
(When you're sipping your tea)
Don't forget about me
(When you smell Patchouli)
Don't forget about me
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6. |
Bittersweet
03:11
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Bittersweet
© 2015 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Mama called me Sugar Plum
And topped my bottle off with rum
That's how I got rotten teeth
And my taste for bittersweet
Cupboard full of pixy stix
'Frigerator on the fritz
A growing child has gotta eat
I got my fill of bittersweet
Bittersweet
Bittersweet
Before I even got my teeth
I got my taste for bittersweet
If you like your peaches ripe
And soaked in syrup overnight
Find yourself another shop
'Cause bittersweet is all I got
Milky chocolates in a box
Glass o' bubbly on the rocks
Did you miss the candy gram?
Bittersweet is who I am
Bittersweet
Bittersweet
Check your box of recipes
I'm under "B" for bittersweet
Bittersweet
Bittersweet
Lord knows I’m no beauty queen
With my skinny bones and rotten teeth
But you can have a piece of me
If what you crave is bittersweet
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7. |
Fat Cat Skinny Cat
02:41
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Fat Cat, Skinny Cat
© 2011 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Skinny cat eat on the microwave
Fat cat eat on the floor
Fat cat eat what skinny cat leave
When skinny cat eat no more
Skinny cat only like fresh food
Fat cat he don't care
Skinny cat always hanging out
Fat cat hiding somewhere
Fat cat, skinny cat
Live just two doors down
I stop in to see them
When their family not around
Skinny cat he get a kitty treat
But I can't remember when
Fat cat he get hairballs
Gotta brush him now and then
I read all the instructions
Put them in this song
Fat Cat Skinny Cat
They always sing along
Fat cat, skinny cat
Live just two doors down
I stop in to see them
When their family not around
Skinny cat say to fat cat,
"Hey the chickens flew the coop!
Time for us to have some fun
Let's go and shoot some hoops
Paint our nails, curl our hair
Play some air guitar
Raise the door on the shed out back
And drive that nice sports car!"
Fat cat, skinny cat
Live just two doors down
I stop in to see them
When their family not around
Fat Cat say to Skinny Cat,
"Don't want no trouble, man
Just leave me be and let me eat
There's tuna in that can
Them folks of ours they tight, you know
They limit what I get
Now they gone I'm gonna feast
So hand me that baguette!"
Fat cat, skinny cat
Live just two doors down
I stop in to see them
When their family not around
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8. |
Old Dry Bones
04:07
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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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Stink Bug Family Reunion
© 2012 The Squirrel Hillbillies
Heard the buzz? They're here in town!
Flew all night and just touched down
For the Stink Bug Family Reunion and Semi-Formal Ball
Looking smart the way they're dressed
In their prehistoric best
For the Stink Bug Family Reunion and Semi-Formal Ball
Buzzing as they dance through the night
Do-si-do-ing left and right
Country two step, what a sight!
Buzzing as they dance through the night
Shake and shimmy left and right
Chicken dance, what a sight!
Picnic tables full of loot
Stolen soybeans, kale and fruit
At the Stink Bug Family Reunion and Semi-Formal Ball
Parties can be so much fun
But we'll be glad when this one's done
The Stink Bug Family Reunion and Semi-Formal Ball
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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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