Eleven Coming Back

by Rob Getzschman

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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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Track Name: Moanin'
Hmmmm, hmmm, hmmm
Ahhhhhh, ahhh, ahhh
Track Name: Take My Body Home
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
Track Name: Good Morning Blues
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]
Track Name: Tom Dooley
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]
Track Name: Walkin' Boss
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
Track Name: Raised From The Dead
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
Track Name: Buck And A Quarter
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
Track Name: The Coo-Coo Bird
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
Track Name: Stagnate Water
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
Track Name: Highway
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
Track Name: The Fool Killer
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]
Track Name: See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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
Track Name: St. James Infirmary
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
Track Name: Talkin' Hitchhiker
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