Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
by Boss Caine
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Take me to the city
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Dean Street devils
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Self medication blues
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Murder on my mind
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The life in your years
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released 05 November 2010
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- Track Name: Take me to the city
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There’s something wrong with this picture
Spot the deliberate mistake
I’m blending in with all the fittings and fixtures
I’ve lost my hippy hippy shake
I haven’t spoken to a soul in days now
Man it’s got to be about time for a change
I’ve been getting pretty stuck in my ways and my ways sure have been getting strange
It’s Friday night and I’m home alone
Calling you up on the telephone
Singing take me to the city, take me to the city tonight
Take me to the city and show me those lights so bright
I’m in the middle of nowhere, going nowhere fast
Come on honey step on the gas and
Take me to the city, take me tonight
We could take over the jukebox
Down at the old white swan
Get lost somewhere in Hazzard County
There they know where I’m coming from
In South bank there’s always a party
Just waiting to happen somewhere
So gather all you need along the way and make like you haven’t a care
It’s been far too long since you and I hit town
So get your glad rags on and let your long hair down and
Take me to the city, take me to the city tonight
I don’t care if we’re dancing or putting the world to rights
Pop a pill or two and wait for the sun to rise
Shooting the breeze, telling each other lies
Just take me to the city, take me tonight
Red sky at night shepherds warning
Though I know not what they’re warning about
If the sun fails to show in the morning
I guess we’ll just make do without
There are lies being told ‘neath the Stonebow
We should head down their and put them all straight
There’s nothing like a rock and roll show to raise the temperature and your heart rate
You’ve got the wheels and I’ve got the weed
Between us we’ve got all we need to
Take it to the city, take it to the city tonight
This countryside is pretty but I’m missing the city lights
It’s been far too long since you and I hit town
So get your glad rags on and let your long hair down and
Take me to the city tonight - Track Name: Dean Street devils
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You flew in on a plane from New York City,
Wound up in this old town battered and broke
Come Monday you could still taste all the weekends whiskey
And your throat took note of every cigarette that you smoked
Now you’re standing in the middle of it all like a rabbit in the headlights
Every instinct in you telling you to turn and run,
But you’re routed to the spot where you’re standing there in the twilight,
Watching it all pass you by, feeling like the only one who’s been
Dancing with the devils down on Dean Street
Shadow boxing monsters on the wall
Staying sober it’s not easy Lord in times like these
It’s a wander there’s any liquor left in this world at all
You only sing the blues because you need something to believe in
I ask myself again say why won’t you believe in me
As I set fire to your shoes just to stop you from leaving
Now your feet are bloody, bare and raw once more and roaming free, and
Dancing with the devils down on Dean Street
Shadow boxing monsters on the wall
Staying sober it’s not easy Lord in times like these
It’s a wander there’s any liquor left in this world at all
The ghosts at the lodgings all listen to Bobby Gentry
Blasting out the solitary speakers of a gramophone
This is the moment of the event of the century
But all you can seem to think about is getting stoned, and
Dancing with the devils down on Dean Street
Shadow boxing monsters on the wall
Staying sober it’s not easy Lord in times like these
It’s a wander there’s any liquor left in this world at all
The courtyard of the convent really wasn’t the place for your loving
As mother superior was only to keen to point out
But that was much ado, much ado about nothing
Though much a fretting and fussing was made about it
This is just a song about things I have seen and seen to be done
And when it comes to witnesses I’m surely not the only one
Who dares to be heard and seen to be heard and heard to be seen
Without denying all the times that I might have been - Track Name: Self medication blues
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Take something else to numb the senses
Never fearing consequences
I listened to all of Mr Young’s advice
And I never was one who needed telling twice
To roll another number for the road that’s getting longer
Now I can’t tell what’s real anymore
The flesh is weak but the heart is wild
What became of momma’s little golden child
And hell who knows what tonight’s got in store
When I can’t tell what’s real anymore
Perhaps when everybody’s gone I can be myself again
Do you wanna come round, get down and cut loose
Mikey says he wouldn’t say boo to a goose
And there’s always more where that came from
But now the spiders on the window start to block out the sun
And the demons and the devils they come up through the floor to haunt me
Perhaps when everybody’s gone I can be myself again
Take something else to numb the senses
Dismantle all of my own defences
If the whiskey doesn’t kill me the cocaine will
Have you got something for that?
Can you prescribe me a pill?
The self medication blues is messing with my health again
Perhaps when everybody’s gone I can be myself again
Perhaps when everybody’s gone I can be myself - Track Name: Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
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The weekend ran away with itself again
You got the stars and the moon
But that was never going to be enough for you
While the devil made work for my idle hands he made strange demands of my soul
I gave in too soon, now I’m simply nothing if I’m not wasted again
Chorus
I can still hear the alley cats singing
Somewhere out there in the night there a howling their tune
Meanwhile back at the ranch the party is still swinging
And some other damn fool is wasting his time on you
Always felt home in the bars and face down in the gutter
Wondering where all the stars have gone
I bet they’re all right there in your eyes tonight my dear
Inspite all the dangers you’re sleeping with strangers
Your heart all a flutter, he whispers you’re beautiful
You decide for sure there and then that you’ll be gone by morning light
Chorus
Cabbages and kings for conversation, you bled each other dry
Now I just sit around and wait for you to come crawling back to me
So that we can be bored out of our tiny minds
But at least we’ll be together
United in loneliness
Chorus - Track Name: Murder on my mind
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You get nothing for nothing in this life, and what comes around goes around
So I work my hands ‘til they bleed everyday, in a factory down town
Married my childhood sweetheart, we were planning on a family
But now I’ve got nothing but time on my hands since they took my baby from me
Welcome to my darkest hour
If you want to pray for me now’s the time
My daddy’s old rifle across my lap
And murder on my mind
The devil was driving me hard that night underneath that blood red sky
Vengeance coursing through my veins and murder in my eye
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth yeah, that’s what the preacher man said
But it wasn’t the bible I was reaching for when I found my baby dead
Welcome to my darkest hour
If you want to pray for me now’s the time
My daddy’s old rifle across my lap
And murder on my mind
You get nothing for nothing in this life and what comes around goes around
So work your hands ‘til they bleed everyday in a factory down town
Marry your childhood sweetheart, keep a hoping for a family, defend them with every last breath you’ve got and you might end up like me - Track Name: The life in your years
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Jimdog’s at the door with Wild Turkey
Dunny’ on his way with the smokes
Them boys know I’m always thirsty
And I never say no to a toke
It aint the years in your life after all, it’s the life in your years
Luke knows that everything’s wicked
With a voice like that he’s got every right
Martin’s looking fly in his aviator shades
And they’ll be up rocking all night
It aint the years in your life Sevenball, it’s the life in your years
Chorus
I’m not worried about things I haven’t got
When the things that I do don’t seem like a lot
I’m just making the most of what I can depend on
Getting by, getting high, and doing things my way
I’ve been living out of a suitcase
For as long now as I can recall
It doesn’t bother me I don’t have my own place
When my boys got my back should I fall
It’s not the years in your life boys, it’s the life in your years
This life’s not about riches or glory
It’s just about your state of mind
My friends are all of them heroes
And each one of them one of a kind
It’s not the years in your life friends, it’s the life in your years
Chorus
I’ve got an old friend named cocaine
Used to see a lot these days just now and then
I’ve heard it said he is bad company for me
But you know what he helps keep me sane
This song it goes out to my momma
For I know that she don’t understand
Hell it sure can’t be fun waiting to bury your young
But it’s not the years but the life makes a man
It aint the years in your life ma, it’s the life in your years
Chorus
