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Eleven Coming Back

by Rob Getzschman

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1.
Moanin' 02:12
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Hmmmm, hmmm, hmmm Ahhhhhh, ahhh, ahhh
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Take My Body Home 02:37
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Well, I walk this world I'm a laborin' man And I know that highway like the back of my hand It runs way up Wisconson where my baby lies Right down to the spot where I am gonna die Won't you take my body home Take some rocks and gravel, build a solid road It takes a good woman mama, to satisfy my soul There are rocks in the mountain, other fish in the sea So I won't let no woman make a fool out of me Won't you take my body home Hey monkey boy, monkey boy, bring the water 'round And if you don't like your job, set the bucket down Well it ain't no lie, it's just a natural fact I got three generations down the railroad track Won't you take my body home Dark was the night, cold was on the ground And I hadn't seen my baby for miles around Well I went to the mountain, heard the news That the Memphis women don't wear no shoes Won't you take my body home When I die, you may bury me deep With a pan of gravy buried at my feet You may lay me low with a biscuit in my hand And I will sop my way unto the promised land Won't you take my body home Bury me deep, boy, and bury me wide With a plug of lead buried in my side You may lay me low with a smile on my face And I will limp on up to St. Peter's gate Won't you take my body home
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Good Morning Blues 03:51
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Now, this is the blues. You go to sleep at night, you lay your head down on the pillow, you roll from one side of the bed to the other, you can't sleep. What's the matter? The blues have got you. You wake up in the morning, you throw your feet over the side of the bed, you may have a mother or father around, sister or brother, husband or wife, but you don't want no talk out of them. What's the matter? The blues have got you. You go down to the breakfast table, you sit down at your seat, you stare down at your plate. . .but chicken and rice, take my advice, you stand up, you shake your head, you say "Lord have mercy, I can't eat, I can't sleep, what's the matter?" The blues have got you, wanna talk to you. Here's what you tell 'em: Good morning blues, blues how do you do? Good morning blues, blues how do you do? Well I'm doin' alright, good morning, how are you? Well I went to sleep last night, darling, turnin' from side to side Went to sleep last night, turnin' from side to side Well I could not sleep, I was just dissatisfied Well I woke up this morning with the blues walkin' 'round my bed I woke up this morning with the blues walkin' 'round my bed I couldn't even eat my breakfast 'cause the blues was all in my bread [Chorus] You midnight ladies can make a moonlight man go blind Yes you midnight ladies can make a moonlight man go blind And it's just that I'm gonna make you take your time I sent for you yesterday, baby, and baby, you came today I sent for you yesterday, baby, and baby, you came today You got your mouth wide open, no you don't know what to say Somebody's diggin my potatoes, grabbin' all on my vine Somebody's diggin my potatoes, grabbin' all on my vine And I've got a funny feelin' restin' on my mind [Chorus]
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Tom Dooley 03:00
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Hand me down my banjo, I'll pluck in on my knee By this time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die By this time tomorrow, I reckon where I'll be In some lonesome valley, buried 'neath a white oak tree [Chorus] I took her up on the mountain, I swore she'd be my wife I took her up on the mountain and stabbed her with my knife [Chorus] I don't expect salvation, I've got so little hope It won't be long now 'fore I find out, as I dangle from this rope [Chorus]
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Walkin' Boss 02:56
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Walkin' boss Walkin' boss No I don't belong to you I belong I belong To that steel drivin' crew I work one day Just one day And then lay in the shady two I asked that boss for a job Just a job He said, "boy, what can you do?" I can line a track, I can ball a jack I can ball that jack I can pick and shovel too But I work one day Just one day And then lay in the shady two Walkin boss Walkin boss No I don't belong to you I belong I belong To that steel drivin' crew
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Raised From The Dead 04:29
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Oh Lazarus was raised from the dead Oh Lazarus was raised from the dead I don't know who he was, but I heard what he said I'm too broke to care, I'm too tired to try I am too broken to care, I'm too tired to try I got the city on my tongue, I got the pavement in my eye You may bury my bones if you don't love me, baby You may bury my bones if you don't love me, baby You're a teasin' train whistle, you're a hundred miles away But I got ten thousand miles of railroad in my veins I've got ten thousand miles of railroad in my veins I got a traintrack bloodline back to 1828 Put 'em down put em down and pick 'em up again Put 'em down put em down and pick 'em up again I got the country on my mind, I'm goin' where I've never been My feet are never planted, I'm rollin' on my own My feet are never planted, I'm rollin' on my own I've got fantastic freedom, but I'm so damned alone Oh Lazarus was raised from the dead Oh Lazarus was raised from the dead I don't know who he was, but I know what he said
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Buck And A Quarter 03:55
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I've got a buck and a quarter left to my name To last me a week and a day And this buck and a quarter I figure I oughta save But whatever you want that is a buck and a quarter Baby, won't you let me pay It seems like all the more money I make It's all the more my money goes And where all my nickels and dimes are rollin' who knows? But since I don't really care to follow my dollars Let the record show [Chorus] I don't need money to make myself happy But I wanna take you out on the town And with a dollar twenty-five, I'm feelin so ashamed right about now Just gimme eight days to find me some wages And I will make you proud Well I've got an empty billfold Where I rest my weary mind And if I had my way I would never need another dime [Chorus] That Rock Island Line is a mighty good road I reckon it's the road to ride But tonight I think the Staten Island Ferry's lookin' mighty kind Yes, tonight I think that Staten Island Ferry Is lookin' mighty kind Because I've got an empty billfold Where I rest my weary mind And if I had my way I would never need another dime But a buck for a week and a quarter for a day And I figure I oughtta save But whatever you want that is a buck and a quarter, baby Yes, whatever you want that is a buck and a quarter Won't you let me pay
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The Coo-Coo Bird 02:34
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Well the coo-coo is a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But she never hollers "coo-coo" Til the fourth day of July I've gambled in the mountains And I've gambled in the plains And I'll bet you one hundred dollars That I'll beat you next game Gonna build me a log cabin On the mountaintop so high So that I can see old Willie As he goes paddlin' by Jack of diamonds, Jack of diamonds I've known you of old 'Cause you've robbed all my poor pockets Of my silver and my gold I've gambled in England And I've gambled in Spain And I'm going back to Georgia To gamble my last game Well the coo-coo she's a pretty bird She warbles as she flies But she never hollers "coo-coo" Til the fourth day of July
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Stagnate Water 02:33
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I've lost what I've found, I lose what I find And I've lost you baby, but you still act as if you're mine Well I could stay and watch you make your greatest mistake Or I could leave now, and wonder when I wake I won't question you baby, you know I can't But the more I see, the less I understand And try as I might, I just can't put up a fight 'Cause I've lost you babe, and you've yet to tell me why I'm gone for good, just like I said yesterday And every step I take, you are askin' me to stay Well stagnate water is a sickenin' thing, slick on top and all turned green And baby, that's where I am, I mean I don't know when again I'm gonna see you face to face I been blind before, but I believe I'm seein' straight And with everything that's ensued, I am still helpless in front of you 'Cause you've lost me babe, and I'm doin' my best to lose you
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Highway 03:36
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In the distance of a prodigal day I meet a travelled, old talker who tells Sings his lonliness, he doesn't have to say He's caught under an age-old spell Time melts in his hand, he's got a shiver in his eye And the key to the city under his watchband He says, "Hang around here in the street, boy "Play til your feet are sore "'Cause there ain't no highway anymore" Amidst the reign of a meaningless dawn I meet a weary, old hobo who weeps And he shares me a secret in song Before he hits the pavement and sleeps Some utopia's gone, before I was born The echoes of the ages, like a turkey through the corn I can see it in a dream, and I can feel it in my fists And everytime I hold it fast, it is lost in the mists I'll let it seep in through the cracks and absorb it through my pores But there ain't no highway anymore In a backroom basement shelter I meet An old hand mystery vision And speaks to me with six silver strings Knows the right path to every decision But I'm lying to myself, 'cause it's a natural fact History repeats, but the past don't come back I can pretend it never left and put my faith in a dream But I can see that world long ago burned off like steam I can look back into history and wish for what came before But there ain't no highway anymore
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The Fool Killer 04:17
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Dirty Jim Jelliman told me all about a man Who's more'n eight feet tall as he stands And at his side he carries a chopper so dang sharp It'd cut a fencepost like a cigar And he puts that chopper to use killin' fools And the fool killer comes To harvest old and young All the ripest of the fools Well he never lacks for work, 'cause the fools run thick, see And he's gotta clear 'em out like weeds And when they run so awful thick, he just stirs up a war And lets the fools do the work that he's put there for Yes, war clears out an awful mess of fools [Chorus] God made cats for killing mice, mice for gnawin' stores Stores for feedin' folks, and what's more God also made the fool killer, to kill up all them fools And stop 'em all from runnin' 'round loose And he licks his red, hungry-lookin' lips [Chorus]
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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean 04:46
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Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you One kind favor I'll ask of you There's one kind favor I'll ask of you Won't you see that my grave is kept clean I got four white horses followin' me Four white horses followin' me I got four white horses followin' me Lord, they're waitin' on my buryin' ground Well my heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold My heart stops beatin' and my hands turn cold And I'm startin' to believe just what the Bible told You may lower me down with a golden chain You may dig my grave with a silver spade You may dig my grave with a silver spade Won't you please make sure that my digger gets well paid Have you ever heard those churchbells toll? Have you ever heard those churchbells toll? Have you ever heard those churchbells toll? Means another poor boy done lost his soul Well there's one kind favor I'll ask of you One kind favor I'll ask of you There's one kind favor I'll ask of you Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
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New York Town 02:55
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Polly 02:39
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The Ballad Of Joe Hill 03:32
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St. James Infirmary 04:21
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It was down at old Joe's barroom At the corner of the square The was servin' drinks as usual And the usual crowd was there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy And his eyes was bloodshot red Well, he turned to the crowd around him These are the very words he said I went down to that old St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long, white table She was so fine, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweeter man like me When I die, won't you bury me In my high-top Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar goldpiece on my watch chain So the gang'll know I died standin' pat Yeah, I want six crap-shooters for pallbearers A chorus girl to sing me a song Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon Raise hell as I roll along Get out your rubber-tired carriage Get out your old-time hat Because there's twelve men goin' to the graveyard And eleven coming back Now that I've told you my story I think I'll have another shot of booze And if anyone should happen to ask you You know I got those gambler's blues Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweeter man like me
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Talkin' Hitchhiker 02:40
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Tryin' to travel nowadays You just can't do it Kerouac's way There's a million miles of new turnpike But the highway's closed to the old hitchhiker You gotta head for the airport Hear the call of the wild come over the PA: "Final boarding" To be on the road, you gotta be in the sky Don't walk or drive, that's a waste of time Hear my advice, you wanna take a trip Stick out your thumb on the landing strip But show up an hour early And you gotta have a ticket And you can't make jokes about bombs or guns, or Osama bin Laden They take that seriously Pick a city they'll get you there It's not half the time, if you go by air It's heaven on earth with your head in the clouds Nice and quiet, not a soul around Except the other passengers And the air flight attendents, and the pilots And geese You've gotta savor the flavor of American flight And thank the Lord for the brothers Wright It's the way to go, you don't have to ask I just hope you don't need the oxygen mask Or the seat that acts as a floatation device Or a parachute I'd have to say you must be lyin' If you were to say you don't like flyin' You'd trade your pilot's wings and a good jetlag For old 'Lonesome higway' rag? You wanna see the cities up close And take each state in a heavy dose You wanna meet the people and know they're real Then go use your antique automobile Go taste the flowers of the midwest plains The New York chill and Seattle rains Go see the sun set over the western sea I'll take it all from thirty thousand feet Where we got stewardesses And an in-flight movie Peanuts Plane food Little seats, little aisles, little windows Ah, somebody get me a highway and and a Volkswagon And I'll be a happy man I'll see you in California
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We Shall Be Free 01:17
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Rob Getzschman's second album was recorded at Balloon Heaven Studios in Jersey City, a legendary home of antifolk artists from Turner Cody to Adam Green, Brer Brian and Grey Revell. It is a compilation of original songwriting and craggy folk songs.

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released June 12, 2001

Rob Getzschman, vocals, guitar, harmonica.
Spencer Chakedis, engineer, mix, and master, harmonica, mandolin.

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Rob Getzschman is a singer-songwriter and producer from Omaha living in Los Angeles. He was previously front man for DC-based Analog Jetpack, played bass for LA's Highland Hawks and writes and produces music for Mighty Good Road. www.mightygoodroad.com

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