1. |
Exes
02:49
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Nothin’ kills the romance
Like the cold blue lips of death
A kiss that only angels
Have reckoned with
Like the soft crunch of gravel
Beneath a long black Cadillac
Heartbreak is forever
Take me back
All my exes are dead
So maybe you could stay awhile instead
Up in Heaven or burnin’ in Hell or reincarnated
All my exes are dead
Lori is in purgatory
Lara’s in a jar
Evie tried to leave me
But she didn’t get too far
Katie met her fate
She always believed in the Koran
Monique is in the creek
Suzanne is in my van
All my exes are dead
I got bullet holes and bloodstains on my bed
I crossed their t’s and I dotted their i’s when I wrote their names in red
All my exes are dead
Hangin’ on to memories is no way to pass the days
You just put ‘em in the ground and walk away
But I’m reminded every night, through the halls and in the rooms
I hear footsteps, hollow voices, bangs and booms
All my exes are dead
Tell it to the shovel in my shed
Buried bones and a haunted house and handprints where they bled
All my exes are dead
All my exes are dead
So maybe you could stay awhile instead
Hit by trains or mauled by dogs or whacked upside the head
All my exes are
Up in Heaven or burnin’ in Hell or reincarnated
All my exes
All my exes
All my exes are dead
Songwriters: Justin Alan Pickard (ASCAP)
© Justin Pickard Music (ASCAP
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Ginger Snap
02:27
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She got eyes
Like the ocean
They ain’t quite green
They ain’t quite blue
And she don’t mind
A rockin’ and a rollin’
She just ties that red hair up
And kicks off her shoes
Ah, ginger snap (ginger snap!)
Peaches and cream (peaches and cream!)
Cherry pie (cherry pie!)
If you know what I mean
She gets pink
In the Sun
She gets all wet
On a rainy day
And she got lips
She knows how to use ‘em
She got pale white skin, red hair
And a lot to say
Ah, ginger snap (ginger snap!)
Peaches and cream (peaches and cream!)
Cherry pie (cherry pie!)
If you know what I mean
Now and then
She goes crazy
And she gets mean
If she don’t eat
But I don’t mind
I got a red haired lady
And I love that woman from her head
Down to her feet
Ah, ginger snap (ginger snap!)
Peaches and cream (peaches and cream!)
Cherry pie (cherry pie!)
If you know what I mean
Songwriters: Justin Alan Pickard (ASCAP)
© Justin Pickard Music (ASCAP
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3. |
Right Here
03:01
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The look in your eye
Could heal any disbeliever
Love was a lie
Then you struck me with a fever
And when you smile
I wanna smile right back
Well, I’m hangin’ here awhile
‘Cause you stopped me in my tracks
I wanna stay right here
Right here with you
I wanna’ tell you it’s alright
When you’re feelin’ blue
Well, you can hold me tight
And I can hold you too
I wanna stay right here with you
That’s all I wanna do
When I hold your hand
I never ever wanna let go
I wanna be your man
Heart and soul
And if you cry
I wanna dry your tears
I don’t wanna say goodbye, I wanna
Wanna stay right here
I wanna stay right here
Right here with you
I wanna’ tell you it’s alright, mama
When you’re feelin’ blue
Well, you can hold me tight
And I can hold you too
I wanna stay right here with you
That’s all I wanna do
I wanna stay right here
Right here with you
I wanna’ tell you it’s alright, mama
When you’re feelin’ blue
Well, you can hold me tight
And I can hold you too
I wanna stay right here with you
That’s all I wanna do
I wanna stay right here
I wanna stay right here
I wanna stay right here with you
That’s all I wanna do
That’s all I wanna do
Songwriters: Justin Alan Pickard (ASCAP)
© Justin Pickard Music (ASCAP
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4. |
Mystery Train
03:40
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Mystery Train
(As performed by Justin Pickard and the Thunderbird Winos)
Train I ride
Sixteen coaches long
Train I ride
Sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train
Got my baby and gone
Train train
Comin’ round the bend
Train train
Comin’ round the bend
Well that long black train
Done got my baby again
(No not again!)
Train train
Comin’ down the line
Train train
Comin’ down the line
Well it’s bringin’ my baby
‘Cause she’s mine all mine
(Yeah she’s mine all mine)
(Take us out!)
Songwriters: Herman Parker Junior & Sam Phillips
© Unichappell Music Inc. and Sony/ATV Songs LLC o/b/o Mijac Music (BMI
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5. |
Backward Devil
05:20
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Backward Devil
Hollow as the moon
Golden as the sun
In a flash of light with a mark so true
Like a bullet from a gun
The city streets don’t talk
So I don’t know for sure
But I swear Jesus walked in Memphis
Back in nineteen fifty four
Tell me I’m not
Alone
I’m not the only one
Who walks
This road
Like a backward devil
Nothin’s made to fix
It seems like nothin’s made to last
It cuts like a hammer and melts like a wrench
A thing to hold on to and a blade to cast
A dagger in my heart
I say what’s the use
All these plastic parts and cheap bullshit
Disposable and mass-produced
Tell me I’m not
Alone
I’m not the only one
Who walks
This road
Like a backward devil
A backward devil
A backward devil
Hollow moon
Fortune told
Tears roll down twisted spines
Backward heads and tortured souls
I saw it all
I’m the palm of your hand
It was clear as day in a crystal ball
Now it’s gone like a grain of sand
Hangin from a wish
Tangled in the stars
It was bad luck, it was a son of a bitch
And it was always in the cards
Tell me I’m not
Alone
I’m not the only one
Who walks
This road
Like a backward devil
Tell me I’m not
Alone
I’m not the only one
Who walks
This road
Like a backward devil
A backward devil
A backward devil
Hollow moon
Fortune told
Tears roll down twisted spines
Backward heads and tortured souls
One, two, one two three go!
Songwriters: Justin Alan Pickard (ASCAP)
© Justin Pickard Music (ASCAP
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6. |
Mean Little Mama
02:02
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Mean Little Mama
(As performed by Justin Pickard and the Thunderbird Winos)
Well a-why do you treat me so mean?
A-your the meanest thing I’ve ever seen
You won’t let me hold you tight
You won’t let me love you right
But you know I love you so
Why do you do me like you do?
A-say maybe, little baby
I’m nervous as a bug
You got me crazy little baby
You know you tear me up
Your a mean little mama, uh-huh
Your a men little mama, aw-haw
You got me down on my knees a-for you
Well I’m a-beggin’ and a-pleadin’ oh please please love me too
(Hey!)
A-say maybe, little baby
I’m nervous as a bug
You got me crazy little baby
You know you tear me up
Your a mean little mama, uh-huh
Your a men little mama, aw-haw
You got me down on my knees a-for you
Well I’m a-beggin’ and a-pleadin’ oh please please love me too
Well I’m a-beggin’ and a-pleadin’ oh please please love me too
Well I’m a-beggin’ and a-pleadin’ oh please please love me too
Songwriters: Roy Orbison
© Kobalt Music Pub America Inc. o/b/o Roy Orbison Music Co and Kobalt Music Pub America Inc. o/
b/o Barbara Orbison Music Co (BMI
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7. |
To Hell With the Wagon
05:23
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Hold tight, my love
Hold tight to my hand
Together we’ll pray that our sins will be waived
By the good Lord forever, amen
And don’t be afraid
Heaven is beyond the grave
If the wrath of the Devil sets fire to our bodies
We’ll ask that our souls be saved
And hold fast, weary mates
We’ll conquer the storms and the seas
Together we’ll pray as we breach with the whales
That we’ll reach our families
And shall we turn astray
We’ll follow the burn of the stars
Curse not the wind for it will bring us in
To a home that again will be ours
Tread the valley of the damned
Cross that river wide
Wooden wheels burn on
To Hell with the wagon tonight
As the sun falls down
From this Texas sky
Swing low, sweet chariot
To Hell with the wagon tonight
Ah, To Hell with the wagon, hold tight
Where there’s smoke there’s fire
Where there’s fire there’s light
We’re a long way from Heaven
To Hell with the wagon tonight
Let the Devil’s breed drive on
With their reigns held tight
I’ll pray for redemption tomorrow
To Hell with the wagon tonight
Ah, To Hell with the wagon, hold tight
And swing low, sweet chariot
To Hell with the wagon tonight
And swing low
To Hell with the wagon tonight
Ah, to Hell with the wagon
Hold tight
Hold tight my love
Hold tight to my hand
Fear not your fate for the angels await
At the gates of The Promised Land
Songwriters: Justin Alan Pickard (ASCAP)
© Justin Pickard Music (ASCAP
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Justin Pickard & The Thunderbird Winos Dallas, Texas
Whether seeing Justin Pickard live when he goes into a sort of fugue state, rehashing guitar lines that could come straight off a 1950s country porch. or hearing his recorded work which tightrope walks between rockabilly to country, punk to rock’n’roll without falling, the effect is unforgettable.” -Jamie Vahala, Dallas Observer ... more
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