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Bottom Shelf Man
02:49
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The view down here suits me just fine
Watch them race around as they climb
Do my best to try to lend a hand
Living the life of a bottom shelf man
I love a fine whiskey
There's one problem I've found
No coin in my pocket
To bring the bottle down
Grab that one on the bottom
For the bottom shelf man
Less decisions and a bit more rest
It may be simple without all that mess
It's never easy to learn to live with less
That's life on the bottom
The bottom shelf, man
I love a fine whiskey
There's one problem I've found
No coin in my pocket
To bring the bottle down
Grab that one on the bottom
For the bottom shelf man
The dusty old bottle
On the top shelf
Is lonely and waiting
Imprisoned by its own wealth
Yeah there's more action on the bottom
The bottom shelf, man
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2. |
Break In The Sky
03:39
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He scrubbed off every last sign of the weekend
Hardly recognizable, he punches the clock
Calls to make, hands to shake
His spirit staring through the dirty window pane
Like a child forced in by the cold rain
Just waiting on a break in the sky
The part time drifter works a full time load
Collects his coin but it stacks up slow
Says someday baby you and me
We're going to travel the seas
And do just as we please
No time to contemplate decisions he's made
Just racing away to the next pay day
A few more year a few more years
His spirit staring through the dirty window pane
Like a child forced in by the cold rain
Just waiting on a break in the sky
The part time drifter eyes the open door
Collects his coin handles his chores
Says someday baby you and me
We're going to travel the seas
And do just as we please
no closer to fortune, little time left it seems
baby's still waiting, impatiently
enough's enough, don't care if times get tough
no more staring through the dirty window pane
like a child forced in by the cold rain
just waiting on a break in the sky
now a full time drifter with baby in tow
high in spirit and low on dough
says come on baby you and me
we're going to travel the seas
and see just what we see
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3. |
Road To Sequoia
03:35
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There's an old stretch of highway
Winding down from sequoia
Rolls right past a ramshackle lodge
The fireplace is going
The owners boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend
Tend the bar and do the cookin'
They fight about who brews the best coffee
And who's a better lover
Yeah, things get weird while you roam
The road doesn't care what you're after
You can't always see round the bend
Could be clear skies and green pastures
Or a white knuckle ride to the end
Bill he used to race stock cars
Up until the wreck
Rich has been hitching his way through the country
Still hasn't found his home yet
The road brought them to sequoia
Searching for the same old flame
They fight about who brews the best coffee
And who's a better lover
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4. |
Middle Of July
03:23
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Down by the coast on an old stretch of sand
Waiting for the summer to warm the waters again
A few dumb luck kids thought that they were pirates
In search of any girl that could stand to have a beer beside them
They weren't looking for trouble
When it found them they never did mind
Out on a muggy summer night
Warm as Carolina in the middle of July
So damn hot they'd be sweating in the shade
Serving sweet tea to earn a little honest pay
To beat the heat they'd stay out on the water
Laughing at themselves and the cops that never caught them
They weren't looking for trouble
When it found them they never did mind
Out on a muggy summer night
Warm as Carolina in the middle of July
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5. |
Fly On One Wing
03:06
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Sitting in the corner
Of this tiny little bar
Trying to think of what songs to sing
He said it doesn't matter
Is the song in a key
Start playing he'll know just what play
So pour him another shooter
He'll be out back looking for weed
Life ain't always far or easy
You can't always fly on one wing
Take a break for a smoke
He's out cracking jokes
And one liners between songs
With that guitar in his hand
There wasn't a damn thing funny
The way he could play
So pour him another shooter
He'll be out back looking for weed
Life ain't always far or easy
And you can't always fly on one wing
Life ain't always far or easy
It's just another song in a key
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6. |
Two Cards
04:03
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One look at these cards and you'd think the dealer rigged the deck
But when it's you against the house that's what you come to expect
The best refuse to fold even when the chips are down
So I'll be asking for another till they put me in the ground
Dealer hit me one more time
I'm fairly certain I am dying
So how's about another hit
Bury me with two cards upon my chest
Dealer hit me one more time
I'm fairly certain I am dying
So how's about another hit
Ace of spades and queen of hearts with my last breathe
They say there's enlightenment in pain
And all my belly aching is such a waste
Try and laugh at the expense of this crazy old world
And enjoy what you can till the whole things spoiled
I'll never be a man of possessions and luxury
But I try and always keep good company
Sit down and tell me how you sweat, bleed, laugh, love, fail, and cry
Otherwise I'd rather drink alone tonight
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7. |
Restless Legs
05:09
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Fire up the coffee
For I've found that feeling floating through my bones
The need to flee
All that static and electronic hum
Sometimes all it takes is sunshine
Other times I find myself miles from home
Sea oats, palms, or pine
Find the itch to ride and no telling where I'll roam
I've got a case of the restless legs
Tireless wandering through my head
If you catch my roaming around town to town
It's these restless legs pulling me around
Once outside and again feeling free
A sudden change in priority
Everywhere to go
No place to be
And I'd walk till I died if it weren't for
All them memories
The thought of my home and all my friends
They begin to turn me around again
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8. |
Southern Seas
04:01
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Black flags fly
The Ocean's on the rise
The winds batter that sea from blue into white
Fishermen pull out their boats and they'll lose a days pay
Find the cheapest booze around
And drink the day away
An early start as they brace for the storm
We sit on that porch
Our eyes toward the sky
Black clouds upon us
The dogs start to whine
We watch silent and mystified
But oh so calm
Meanwhile the acting weatherman
Flails about frantically
Beer cans and thunder crack in harmony
Everyone hoping we make out alright
As we take in Her show through the night
When summer falls down to southern seas
Carolina will be calling out to me
When summer falls down to southern seas
Carolina calls out to me
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9. |
Up In The Mountains
04:40
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When I got word from my old friend
That we were headed to the mountains again
I had a dead end job at a water street bar
Waiting for my shift to begin
But we lit on down the freeway
Assorted bottles within arms reach
I began to forget my date at the bar
With the mop bucket and bottle of bleach
By the time we made it to greensboro
I had already been fired
My mind was fixed on whiskey drinking
With old friends around a fire
Up in the mountains
Where the whiskey flows
Quick around a fire while the time creeps slow
We up turn bottles in the name of jamestown
Shooting the shit as we pass them around
Slid down that driveway to find a serene and ice cold stream
The frigid water would chill our beer and keep our souls free and at ease
The aromas rise of southern smoked pig and weed in the air
Deep in the cut we carried on free from worry and our cares
Those who made it to sun down help ready the fire
Talking story and telling lies as we hand the guitars around
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The Turkey Buzzards Morro Bay, California
Dylan Nicholson (Greensboro, NC) and Eric Patterson (Lodi, CA) formed The Turkey Buzzards with a shared interest in the simple storytelling of classic and outlaw country.
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