Gasoline

I’ve got enough

I’ve got enough

I’ve got enough

 

Gasoline to get me down the road to you

I’ve got enough tobacco in this pipe for two 

I really hope to see you at the end of my ride

Last time you said hello to me, you said goodbye

 

You stood there in your jean jacket, the one with the patch on the sleeve

You were leanin’ nonchalant against that old coca Cola machine

You hooked my gaze, you reeled me in

You took my bet, a nine to one to win

I’ve got enough

Gasoline to get me down the road to you

I’ve got enough tobacco in this pipe for two 

I really hope to see you at the end of my ride

Last time you said hello to me, you said goodbye

 

You were sweet, a rose unplucked 

A romance blazing down a streak of luck 

But you played me dirty, a knife in my back

All I could see from those steel bars was red and black

I’ve got enough

Gasoline to get me down the road to you

I’ve got enough tobacco in this pipe for two 

I really hope to see you at the end of my ride

Last time you said hello to me, you said goodbye

 

Well this is it

I’ve got my match

And I’ve got enough gasoline to burn 

the whole damn patch of land you’ve been standing on

Well this’ll be the last time you ever do me wrong

 

I’ve had enough

I’ve had enough

I’ve had enough

Oh I’ve enough of you

Marcedes Carroll

Sagebrush

You said, “Come take my hand, let me set the pace. 

I know where we’re going, and I know we won’t be late.”

Blooms of the Spring don’t rush a Summer’s day

Neither trees lose their leaves ‘til Winter’s coat hangs

 

We braved the early morning, braced the cold ride

Took hold with hesitation, difference in your eyes

 

As the north wind in the sage

You ruffle my feathers

Fearing to fly to the southern skies

Remington loaded, the brass flushed field

I came down hard

Guess i always will

 

We dined beneath the willows, sang among the brush

Sold secrets by the river, no one else could touch

Oh we waded streams dreaming, carved our names into pine

Smokeless powder, I believed I could breathe 

As if for the first time

 

We braved the early morning,  braced the cold ride

Took hold with hesitation, difference in your eyes

 

As the north wind in the sage

You ruffle my feathers

Fearing to fly to the Southern Skies

Remington loaded, the brass flushed field

I came down hard

Guess i always will

 

As the north wind in the sage

You ruffle my feathers

Fearing to fly to the Southern skies

Remington loaded, the brass flushed field

I came down hard

Guess I always will

Marcedes Carroll

Kisses

Like thunder from the storm

Like the report of your ‘38 special

Percussion on the build 

Or a cat-call whistle

 

Like a jet plane entering flight

Or a lone wolf’s howl on a full moon’s night

 

Kisses ain’t quiet

My kisses ain’t quiet

Your kisses wont stay quiet

Don’t walk through hell

If you can’t take the… 

Burn

 

My heart beats to your rhythm

A bass drum through my head

The whirr of that slide guitar

A whisper in bed

 

Kisses ain’t quiet

My kisses ain’t quiet

Your kisses wont stay quiet

Don’t walk through hell

If you can’t take the… 

Burn

 

Lasting longer than time

Sealing one’s demise

The call of that freight train

The scream in your eyes

 

Kisses ain’t quiet

My kisses ain’t quiet

Your kisses wont stay quiet

Don’t walk through hell

If you can’t take the… 

Burn

Marcedes Carroll

Cripple Creek

When I get off of this mountain

You know where I want to go

Straight down the Mississippi river

To the Gulf of Mexico

To Lake Charles Louisiana

Little Bessie, girl that I once knew

She told me just to come on by

If there's anything that she could do

 

Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me

If I spring a leak, she mends me

I don't have to speak, she defends me

A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

 

Good luck had just stung me

To the race track I did go

She bet on one horse to win

And I bet on another to show

The odds were in my favor

I had 'em five to one

When that nag to win came around the track

Sure enough we had won

 

Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me

If I spring a leak, she mends me

I don't have to speak, she defends me

A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

I took up all of my winnings

And I gave my little Bessie half

And she tore it up and threw it in my face

Just for a laugh

Now there's one thing in the whole wide world

I sure would like to see

That's when that little love of mine

Dips her doughnut in my tea

 

Up on Cripple Creek,  she sends me

If I spring a leak, she mends me

I don't have to speak, she defends me

A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

 

Now me and my mate were back at the shack

We had Spike Jones on the box

She said, "I can't take the way he sings

But I love to hear him talk"

Now that just gave my heart a throb

To the bottom of my feet

And I swore as I took another pull

My Bessie can't be beat

 

Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me

If I spring a leak, she mends me

I don't have to speak, she defends me

A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

There's a flood out in California

And up North it's freezing cold

And this living on the road

Is getting pretty old

So I guess I'll call up my big mama

Tell her I'll be rolling in

But you know, deep down

I'm kind of tempted

To go and see my Bessie again

 

Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me

If I spring a leak, she mends me

I don’t have to speak, she defends me

A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one

Robbie Robertson, The Band

Downriver

Carry 

Carry me 

Carry me down

Downriver

Run deep, water still

Take me wherever you will

 

Let the leaves cut the sunlight

Into diamonds and scars

Oh each has a beauty

Each is just as hard

Let the dark of the shoreline

Fade to moonshine and dusk

Say my name like an old song

And let the words never rust 

 

Carry me downriver, downriver

Float me over the stones

Spin me ‘round in the eddy

Of your sweet undertow

Run deep, still waters

Make me weep, make me shiver

Take me wherever you will 

Downriver

 

Through the rush and the rumble

Where the world falls away 

Where the shape of your mouth

Leaves me nothing to say

 

Carry me downriver

Float me over the stones

Spin me ‘round in the eddy

Of your sweet undertow

Run deep, still waters

Make me weep, make me shiver

Take me wherever you will 

Downriver

Take me wherever you will 

Downriver

Take me wherever you will

Downriver, downriver, downriver

Down, down, down, down

Jennifer Schmitt, Marcedes Carroll

Plain Old Jane

I like my coffee black

I like my jacket a faded leather

I don’t love to listen to the opinions of others

Unless you’ve got something sweet to say

 

Hey, I’m a plain old jane

I’m a plain old jane

Oh, I’m a plain old jane

 

I like my work straight forward

Cut to character and fun lovin’

I like my breakfast hot

My dinner hotter 

And men, well you get what’s comin’

 

I’m a plain old jane

I’m a plain old jane

Oh, I’m a plain old jane

 

I like my hats shady

My friends to have the sun

I love to see my family happy

And I’d tell that

To anyone

 

Hey, I’m a plain old jane

I’m a plain old jane

Oh, I’m a plain old jane

Marcedes Carroll

Old Man

Splinters in the cherry wood

He did you bad and he did it good

Crooked lamp beside the bed

Shook you up inside your head

Eight dishes now are five

Count the things he won’t abide

Tick tock and don’t you breathe

Fix your dress

One day you’ll leave

 

Oh, sweep the floor and sweep it well

There’s a crack in the dinner bell 

 

A kind heart is one kind of curse

You took it bad, you took it worse

Broken glass ground into the floor

Make dinner right or you’ll get one more

Count the things you won’t abide

One of you gets out alive

Worn out wire, old man’s brake line

Darlin’ you sure know how

To bide your time

 

Sweep the floor and sweep it well

There’s a crack in the dinner bell 

 

Put the kettle on, dear

It’s singing your song

Knick-knack he won’t come back 

Give that old dog a bone

This old man ain’t rolling home 

 

You wear black on a blue day

Watch them roll that man into the ground

You count and count every shovel it takes

Watch the dirt fall down down down
 

Sweep the floor and sweep it well

There’s a crack in the dinner bell 

 

Put the kettle on, dear

It’s singing your song

Knick-knack he won’t come back 

Give that damn dog a bone

This old man ain’t rolling home 

He ain’t rolling home

He ain’t rolling home

Fix your dress

He ain’t rolling home

Jennifer Schmitt, Marcedes Carroll

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