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Meanwhile, Back At The Ranch​.​.​.

by Boss Caine

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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

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released November 5, 2010

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“Stunning UK talent!!!….Really something!!!” Bob Harris BBC Radio 2

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