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MP3 The Denim Dirt Farmers - Work Week
71 MP3 Songs
COUNTRY: Bluegrass, COUNTRY: Country Folk
Details:
In the summer of 2003, while at work (the paying job), Jeff Anderson, of The Denim Dirt Farmers, wrote a song a day for fourteen weeks. These are the results. It is up to you to decide if he was successful or not...
This box set contains 5 CDs of all new Dirt Farmers'' songs plus a downloadable lyric booklet CD. A total of 6 CDs for an amazingly low price!!!!!!!!!!
"Jethro Jones" featuring vocalist Steve Vice
These are the last days of Jethro Jones
Before he''s laid down and turns to bones
Before his bones turn to dust
And his coffin hinges rot with rust
Jethro woke wide-eyed like the day before
None the wiser; richer or poorer
He went to the diner down the way
Ate his breakfast there everyday
He ate the usual eggs with white bread toast
Never ordered the special like most folks
Drank a cup of coffee without sugar or cream
An ordinary man or so it would seem
These are the last days of Jethro Jones
Before he''s laid down and turns to bones
Before his bones turn to dust
And his coffin hinges rot with rust
That afternoon was like any other
Though a storm was rollin in and the sun cloud covered
A whoosh of wind something was on the brew
Suddenly the clouds parted and the sun shone through
Eight hours of meaningless mindless work
Jethro was a no account accounting clerk
Numbers and figures nearly always the same
The only thing different was the amount of the change
These are the last days of Jethro Jones
Before he''s laid down and turns to bones
Before his bones turn to dust
And his coffin hinges rot with rust
He was sittin in a bar that Saturday night
Not particularly looking for a fight
He walked out the door at eleven o''clock
Just as Sam Style''s gun was cocked
He got home never to know what had happened
At the saloon but soon took a nap and
Never did wake from his sleep
Died right in the middle of an exciting dream
These are the last days of Jethro Jones
Before he''s laid down and turns to bones
Before his bones turn to dust
And his coffin hinges rot with rust
"A Dry Martini (To Whet My Whistle)" instrumental
"A Drop in the Bucket"
Summers been like the Sahara
But we weren''t aware of
Our well going dry til the last drop
Ten years ago I gave up shaving
So don''t mind now bout not bathing
But am concerned about the kids and crops
Sometimes we complain
When it rains
Other than that we never worry bout water
Until it''s not there
Or when we don''t get our share
Most troubles float by and barely bother
So we tried a time tested method from the ages
Went to the Yellow Pages
Looked up: Dowser
Called the woman''s number in the ad
Said it all added up the weathers been bad
Probably why your well soured
I don''t doubt the dowser
She''s got the power
That allows her
To find where water lays
But we drank our fill it seems
Now the water tables been cleaned
And Nature''s waiter''s waitin to be paid
But no water was to be found
Things dried and died and cracked the ground
Then finally the rains came
A season suffered but we learned a lesson
To accept and count our blessins
And not judge Nature or blame
"Toast"
I haven''t been a sheep
But then haven''t been a wolf
So what you call a sin
I''ve often mistook
But like any prisoner
Life''s sentence on death row
Gives some last words
So I''ll say em before I go
Hope the devil don''t know that I''ve died
Til half an hour after I''ve gotten to the other side
According to the preacher
The devil knows me right now
Says I should change my ways
Take up the plow
Don''t know what I''d grow
Maybe grapes for makin wine
Bottled and aged
To give this toast in due time
Hope the devil don''t know that I''ve died
Til half an hour after I''ve gotten to the other side
Someday something will be left
Standing silently alone
Said that I''d been here
Twill be my tombstone
More than the birth and death
Chiseled on it''s face
Words I have often spoke
Waiting for this day
Hope the devil don''t know that I''ve died
Til half an hour after I''ve gotten to the other side
"Run From the Devil"
I''ll run from the devil catch me if he can
For all eternity be on the lam
I took a bet lost more than my shirt
I''m worth less than my deathbed''s dirt
I thought I held the winning hand
But what the devil had was already planned
One-eyed jacks wild I wagered my soul
What is the chance fate''s in control
Run from the devil catch me if he can
For all eternity be on the lam
Ran into him again in Mexico
He said, "Hola amigo" I said, "That ain''t so"
He bought me lots of drinks so I said, "Thanks"
Next thing I remember I was robbing banks
Just when you think it''s time to raise stead of fold
You find it''s not chance, fate''s in control
Run from the devil catch me if he can
For all eternity be on the lam
I hightailed it back to the Sates left the devil behind
Goin gambling in Reno was alls on my mind
I lost big at craps so left town
Now I got a sheriff as well tryin to track me down
Just when you think your luck''s on a roll
It doesn''t stand a chance with fate in control
Run from the devil catch me if he can
For all eternity be on the lam
But death''s bed soon said, "Come and sleep
Like love or life you can''t hope to keep"
So now realizing it''s almost time
I say to you to pay some mind
So now realizing it''s almost time
I say to you to pay some mind
That you can run from the devil but gotta pay the toll
Cause free will doesn''t exist if fate''s in control
"Preacher"
Preacher was the dog that minded the sheep
Ever always watchful he even counted em in his sleep
He was not there to take care of their needs
But to show them the straight and narrow- take the lead
Everyday by way of barking what he knew
He''d start or stop the flock and show them what to do
But he wasn''t barking orders more like guiding the meek
With the words that he heard his master speak
His bark was like a bell
Pealing as to tell
The flock not to get lost along the way
Stay away from the wolf
Follow the rules of the book
Or on your forgetfulness he will surely prey
Now if you wonder how this all began
One day Preacher came upon a lost lamb
Upon a rock they stood to see the flock so it''s told
Soon the lamb was back in the fold
His bark was like a bell
Pealing as to tell
The flock not to get lost along the way
Stay away from the wolf
Follow the rules of the book
Or on your forgetfulness he will surely prey
Then came the day Preacher laid down for the last
From sheep herding dreams to pastures of green he passed
Now he runs as much as he wants in grass filled fields
And of sheep or tasks to keep Preacher has nil
His bark is like a bell
Pealing as to tell
All on high it wasn''t a lie but the way
And he pants amen
And another again
Under his breath he says, "For all sheep I pray"
"Lovin Whiskey"
I know how crazy I am when in love
Feels as if heavens come down from above
But a bit''s too small I gotta have it all
Cause I know how crazy I am when in love
Now she was more allure than she was shove
Was never pushed but couldn''t get enough
Before drunk had sunk in I just jumped in
Cause she was more allure than she was shove
Cause you see with whiskey I''ve fallen in love
It just is and that''s how it was
But whiskey only likes me
But with whiskey I am in love
I hung around the bars with the boys
The first appeal was women then the noise
I''d drink shots and make toasts
And drank more than most folks
When I hung around the bars with the boys
Yet I was a boy barely a teen
When I on whiskey began to wean
That was twenty years ago
But my love still grows
Since I was a boy barely a teen
Cause you see with whiskey I''ve fallen in love
It just is and that''s how it was
But whiskey only likes me
But with whiskey I am in love
I''ve fallen fast but love her much
More than just a boyhood crush
Now I drink her by the bottle
So open wide the throttle
Cause I''ve fallen fast but love her much
So when they lay me in my wooden box bed
Leave a shot by my feet or head
You never know her love may make
Me get up and wake
When they lay me in my wooden box bed
Cause you see with whiskey I''ve fallen in love
It just is and that''s how it was
But whiskey only likes me
But with whiskey I am in love
"Funeral for a Child"
The cars of course
Followed the hearse
I just happened to be walking by
Slow at a coast
It was longer than most
A well lit lighted line
They went to the cemetery
That was right near me
And opened the hearse''s tail gate
They pulled out the coffin
And it''s not that often
I stare with my mouth agape
But I''ve never seen a funeral before for a child
And for crying out loud
I''ve never seen at all
A coffin so small
I''ve never seen a coffin Oh so small
Everything was black except
The roses on the casket
Two pall bearers seemed one too many
A child has no faults
The mourners were all adults
Too young to be missed by friends if any
Then it started to rain
To myself I was sayin
If it was a her or a him
For all I saw was a wooden shell
With no way to tell
But either such a loss seems a sin
I never found out
What happened to that child
But for cryin out loud
I''ve never seen at all
A coffin so small
I''ve never seen a coffin Oh so small
The grave was six feet deep but three feet long or there abouts
But for cryin out loud
I''ve never seen at all
A coffin so small
I''ve never seen a coffin Oh so small
"Death''s Train"
All aboard Death''s train
All souls all aboard
Suddenly sitting in a dining car with a glass of wine
I was reading a newspaper named the My Times
Front page headlines bold print: IT''S A BOY
Photo of my parents and their bundle of joy
Paged to the section Just for Kids
Read all about what youthful things I did
The Local showed photos of graduation
Shaking hands in the grand stand, "What plans now son"
All aboard Death''s train
All souls all aboard
Travel had me hoboin half the world around
But Home & Gardens found me all but settled down
The Social section said, "A wedding''s announced
A beautiful bouncing bride to a bearded no account"
Arts & Leisure showed a better side of me
Playin lots of music and makin CDs
I reckon the Sports section had no tales to tell
But Business reports working for the US Mail
All aboard Death''s train
All souls all aboard
I didn''t want to read more about me so skipped the obits
Turned to the last page with the comic strips
There was Death standing on a stage telling jokes about life
Silence...then he said, "Did someone kill the mic?"
"Miner Chords" instrumental
"Asses and Ashes"
I left town in a hurry
Heard they were to get me
To take me to jail
I was hoping not to have it
So I ran like a rabbit
With hounds hot on my trail
I didn''t do what they say I done
I don''t even own a gun
Of this crime this I in time certainly will mend
But for now to my pursuers
I will make a verbal salute, "Kiss my...
Ashville''s just around the bend"
I''m runnin for my life
Wonderin how my wife
Is gonna take care of all the bills
It''s the bank that owns our land
So they have the upper hand
When I went and headed for the hills
So they say that was motive
That I surely knowed it
But I tell ya a bank teller I''d never kill
I''ll say that and this to my accusers
I surely will, "Kiss my...
Asheville''s over the next hill"
There I''ll hook up with my friends
And they''ll help me to blend
In and live without fear
And make an honest living
While saving but also giving
Money to my wife to take care
And in due time it''ll take
For me to make
Enough to get her by my side perhaps a year
But when she''s leaving town
I hope she tells some folks, "Kiss my...
Asheville''s not far from here"
"Fowl Play" featuring vocalist Linda Croce & "Cutting the Rug Rag" instrumental
I''m a common barnyard hen
Walk with a strut
Talk with a cluck
Kickin over leaves
Lookin for feed
Was it me
First or the egg
Another day always the same thing again
Walk with a strut
Talk with a cluck
Kickin over leaves
Lookin for feed
Take a look at me
I got good looking legs
Need to stop eatin- diet and thin
Kickin over leaves
Lookin for feed
Fence not for hawks
Doesn''t stop the fox
I''m a fat hen
Keeps me from getting away
I''m a common barnyard hen
Walk with a strut
Talk with a cluck
Kickin over leaves
Lookin for feed
Guinea Fowls for friends
Might be the oven
In the end
"Saturday Sadness"
It saddens me to see sadness in your eyes
And I think I know I''m to blame
And though I have but really haven''t tried
Like an old dog my new trick isn''t change
It''s understood that I don''t understand
How to be your sweet lovin man
It''s not that you don''t to me mean everything
I want nothing more than you
But when it comes to love perhaps I''m just green
In the meantime I''m makin you blue
But it''s understood that I don''t understand
How to be your sweet ever lovin man
Turn the page or leaf through my book of life
Perhaps more like the local paper always sad news
But don''t feel bad that you are my wife
I see myself somewhere else but you''re there too
Yet it''s understood that I don''t understand
How to be your sweet ever lovin man
So you see I need and want you here
You my woman me your man
Together me and you lets face the years
One step at a time hand in hand
So I hope it''s understood that I understand
And want to be your sweet lovin man
Yes I hope it''s understood that I understand
And want to be your sweet lovin man
"Raising"
The hayloft was filled to the hilt
It''d been a dry season with everything in wilt
The lightening crack like a starting cannon
And that''s when that fire began and
Lightening didn''t need to strike twice
For a neighboring farmer to pay the price
Of having nothing much but ash then a barn
And could do nothing but watch it burn
At last the last flame did die
And as the sun began to rise
Came folks from down the road near and far
To help raise that razed barn
They''ll having leant their skills and labors
So when this day is through
They''ll''ve raised a new
Barn for a neighbor
It''s like raising a family
One would have to agree
All help whether with a stew; saw or shovel
The carpenters and cooks
And everyone has a look
To see that the kids keep out of trouble
Cause they''ll having leant their skills and labors
So when this day is through
They''ll''ve raised a new
Barn for a neighbor
Now as the night nears
The helpful crowd starts to clear
Gathering their things and kids
Looking back with a smile at what they did
And the farmer thinks not of his lose
But of the blessed barn gained at not cost
Yet knows his skills will be used not on demand
Someday when a neighbor in need will need a helping hand
Then he''ll lend his skills and labors
And when that day is through
He''ll have raised a new
Barn for a neighbor
"Hook; Line and Sinker"
I''m starin at you as if headlights caught a deer
Because you''re the best looking gal in here
So can I offer you another drink or
Have you already taken hook; line and sinker
Italian opera and Frank Sinatra I''m very fond
But I wouldn''t talk down to you just cause you''re a blond
So tell me what do you think or
Have you already taken the hook; line and sinker
Bartender asks the moose, "Why the long face?"
Your name must be Eve and I''m the snake
Hello? You haven''t even blinked or
Have you already taken the hook; line and sinker
I''d love to kiss the rose petals of your lips
And drink from the fountain from whence your passion drips
Has my talk of amora in your armor made a chink or
Have you already taken the hook; line and sinker
"Nothing to Say"
I led my life
Or it led me
Either way
I got nothing to say
Last chance to speak
May you rest in peace
The death rattle quakes
I got nothing to say
Life flashed past
Birth to old age
I remember the days
I got nothing to say
I did what I done
And done what I did
Lived life''s play
I got nothing to say
No silent scream
Or tear to tell
It''s just my way
I got nothing to say
I sinned and I think
I sold my soul
It''s judgment say
I got nothing to say
"A Simple Circle"
Before the first fall of snow
We go and collect stone
Put one on top of the other for it''s
A wall in the forest
Make a circle reminding us of everything
Like a phoenix from the ashes as life eternal springs
The fire ring we''re building will keep flames where it should
The stones won''t burn that''s up to the wood
When the weather''s not too hot
We come back to that spot
Look for wood on the ground
That the wind has brought down
Gather what we can and put it in a pile
But leave it for a bit let it dry for awhile
Cracking the kindling snapping the twigs
Breaking branches and have a saw for those too big
When there''s a chill in the air
And all the trees are bare
We''ll be seen with tents and lean-tos
At the ring preparing food
Letting wine breath in day''s fading light
We''ll light the fire and brighten the night
A circle of friends round a circle of stones
It serves as a hearth cause goin to the woods is goin home
This fire ring we built keeps flames where it should
The stones won''t burn that''s up to the wood
Also appearing vocally on the CDs are Jeremy Myers on "Pennies for Thoughts"; Bill Polito on "Time Doesn''t Wait"; Patty Huerta on "Making Up"; Allison Myers on "Hope''s Chest"; Doug Anderson on "Weather or Not"; Linda Croce on "Soap Opera" and Doug Kays on "Labor of Love"
Thanks to everyone...Hope you enjoy the tunes and lyrics- please feel free to make any comments to me Jeff Anderson at: denimdirtfarmers@https://www.tradebit.com or snail mail to 103 Woodland Ave New Cumberland PA 17070-2060 USA
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