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Discography > Behind the Barn
Liner Notes: Behind the Barn
Track listing:
1. Rock 'N' Roll Country Music
2. For Russ
3. Pub With No Beer
4. Black River Gold
5. Ride On
6. Victory
7. Gold Rush
8. Drunken Sailor
9. Behind the Barn
10. Haul Away Joe
11. Woman from Arlington (Maker's Mark Blues)
12. Man with a Pitchfork
13. 25 Minutes
Liner Notes
The Three Day Threshold family includes:
Kier Byrnes, Sam Reid, Johnny Ransom, Jack Morris guest appearances by Wendy and Ingrid
All songs performed by Three Day Threshold
DevilsGotaBanjo Music/ASCAP
Recorded and Mixed at New Alliance Studios.
Graphic Design by Jabe Beyer, Photos by Devin Byrnes
www.threedaythreshold.com by Casey MacKinnon
Three Day Threshold Management: thethreshold@hotmail.com
Lyrics:
Rock 'N'Roll Country Music
Out on the west coast, there's a man who lost the music
And what he missed the most, was the girl who knew how to use it
So went down to Vegas, dealt him a hand
He said he was the singer of a Rock 'N' Roll band
Black Jack table, "Can I help you sir?"
All he could do was think about her...
"You are Rock 'N' Roll, and I am country music"
They came from the south where a man is a man
And they tried to make a living, as best as they can
Later and later the night goes on,
A broken man's song, he's a hummin' along.
He was dreaming and scheming to win back her heart
They'd marry next summer and make a new start
He cashed in his chips, he felt like a king
He was gonna win his baby a diamond ring
The roulette table playing games with his head,
Echoing the last words to him she said
"You are Rock 'N' Roll, and I am country music"
Breaker Breaker 49...
About 3 hours later he was counting on chance
With a crumpled up bill he found in his pants
The cards came up, the bet was no good.
He started thinking things no normal man would.
Hands up shoot em up, face on the floor
Show me the money, I'll be finding the door.
The dealer said "Have Mercy on me,
If it's not in the cards, it's not meant to be"
"You are Rock 'N' Roll, and I am country music"
For Russ
Down in Mississippi, looking for some wine
Spend all day behind close doors till way past suppertime, I know it ain't no crime
And that's no good for Buck
And that' no good for Buck
I did my brothers taxes, I bought my wife some jeans
Hopped that hobo caravan, yeah, next stop New Orleans. I know just what that means...
And that's no good for Buck
And that's no good for Buck
My dogs been howlin'...Well, how long?
Way too long
I woke up in a haytack, might of blown my mind
Who did I see, Where did I go, your guess as good as mine, It happens all the time
And that's no good for Buck
And that' no good for Buck
I dive into some water, never need to wade
Fill that doggy's bowl up with some ice cold lemonade, sippin' in the shade
And that's no good for Buck
And that' no good for Buck
My dogs been howlin'... Well, how long?
Way too long
And when my baby's cryin' and asking me where I been
I hear a scratchin' on that door and I go let him in, spend some time with him
And that's no good for Buck
And that' no good for Buck
My dogs been howlin'... Well, how long?
Way too long
Pub With No Beer
'Tis a lonely night to be caught alone
Try to make your way, finding someone of your own
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid, so drear
Than to stand in a bar of a Pub with No Beer! (Hey)
Pub with No Beer! (Hey) Pub with No Beer! (Hey)
There's nothing on God's earth more than I fear
No pint of the stout, so break the whiskey out
What a God awful place is a pub with no beer!
The lads from the town with nothing to say
Even the mayor's been caught speechless today
The waitress stands up, cries out its worse than it appears,
Now the whiskey's run out and I still got no beer!
Good ole Johnny Ransom, the first time in his life
Has gone home sober to his darling wife
He walks into the kitchen; she says "you're early my dear?"
And he breaks down, 'cause the pubs got no beer
What a God awful place is a pub with no beer!
What a God awful place is a pub with no beer!
Black River Gold
The vein is getting closer said the miner to the air.
"My mouth is dry and my body shakes,
That's how I know it's there,
I spend my whole life, drinking down in this hole
And time won't wait for...Black River Gold"
In town there was a banker
In his vaults he did store,
All the profits from the miners,
All that Black River ore.
And at home by herself, there sits a woman promised his soul
See, love can't touch Black River Gold
John Gibbons is at the tavern
A stranger to some
Others call that man outlaw
For all the wicked deeds he'd done
He went over to the bank and said "Banker open your hold,
You got what I came for, Black River Gold"
At home lies a widow
Softly crying in her sleep
She was asked "Will you marry me?"
A year ago last week
Now the banker lies in a pool of blood, forever stiff and cold
Love can't touch...Black River Gold
Hey! Ho! Here We Go! Bury Me Deep in a Miner's Hole!
Hey! Ho! Here We Go! Bury Me Deep in a Miner's Hole!
Ride On
Mexico 6 in the morning
The radio don't work
Bound for the sun in Nevada
Where the money rolls in like dirt
If you get trouble over the border, Impala hot pursuit
Bury your head in the quicksand and do what you gotta do
Ride on, Ride on.
Ignore what the man had mentioned,
Sit down at a table for two
Doors are closed by decisions, this one closed right over you
One false move and its over
One more move its gone
If you gonna move up, well you better step and when you do, it ain't wrong
Ride on, Ride on.
Where was I?
And I got on foot in the graveyard and I me got a golden tooth
And I got Jesus bound to my forehead, but I know what I gotta do
My love slips on down the freeway, I'm off to another town
A jackknife on the speedway, Hey, I's got to turn around
Ride on, Ride on.
Victory
Through the hole in the line with a twist,
Ain't never felt alone like this.
Hands up, reaching at me,
They want me down on my knees.
Hail Mary, Here we go, We go
Hail Mary, Here we go
Through the shotgun, I unload,
Hail Mary, Here we go
A part of me, a part of you,
Apart from this, ain't nothing to lose
Feeling like it's the last down
And I'm gonna kick the hell out right of this town
Hail Mary, Here we go, We go
Hail Mary, Here we go
Through the shotgun, I unload,
Hail Mary, Here we go
Seconds left moment of truth
Will I ever be alone with you?
Hands up, reaching at me,
Sometimes I just don't care.
Hail Mary, Here we go, We go
Hail Mary, Here we go
Through the shotgun, I unload,
Hail Mary, Here we go
Gold Rush
I've got that gold rush feeling
Down here in Tennessee
I've got that gold rush feeling
Let it wash on over me
Drunken Sailor
I was out gambling, I never win but tonight, I was on a roll
The Deputy, had a pair of three and was fifty in the hole
What do you do with a drunken Sailor? What do you do with a drunken Sailor?
What do you do with a drunken Sailor, earli in the mornin'?
A little five card stud, with fellahs from the neighborhood, O'er a glass of the shine,
It didn't help, the sheriff's sister, Lil, was a good friend of mine
It was getting wind that I was cheatin', ask me I couldn't tell
The Sheriff looks me in the eye, says "Son you're gonna die and I'll be sending ya straight to hell"
It got very still, in walks good 'ole Lil, carrying a .45
The sheriff gives and evil grin and she pops a hole through him, that's how I knew my love arrived
That' what do you with a drunken Sailor, That's what do you with a drunken Sailor,
That' what do you with a drunken Sailor, earli in the mornin'
Way ho, up yeah, earli in the mornin'
Behind the Barn
There are no lyrics as it's an instrumental,
but this would be a good time to say, thanks from the band for reading these,
and your support of Three Day Threshold in general. Drop us a line and say hello!
Haul Away Joe
When I was a little boy, so my mother told me, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
That if I did not kiss the girls, my lips would all grow moldy, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Way, haul away, the good ship now is rolling, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
First I met a Yankee girl and she was fat and lazy, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
And then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
King Louis was the King of France before the revolution, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe; Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
St. Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
He built a church in Dublin town and on raised a steeple on it, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Way haul away, we're bound for better weather, to me
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Woman from Arlington (Maker's Mark Blues)
There was a man from Arlington
Devil knocked on his door, said "I'll tell ya, son,
I'm taking your woman, she's coming with me, I'm telling you she's evil"
The man stood pale with fear, the devil said, "well, I'm out of here"
The man started bursting with glee, saying "You poor unlucky bastard"
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Maker's Mark Blues
For the past ten years every time he'd try
To sit on down with a bourbon and rye
His old woman'd come rolling in
And knocked the bottle over
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Maker's Mark Blues
The Devil arrived at the gates of hell,
He knew this ain't no regular belle
Soon as she set her down, she smacked him on the forehead,
Grabbed by the tail, grabbed by the horns, Cursed and swore, a new ass was torn
The Devil cried "Woman, I do submit, I've met the worst and you are it!"
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Maker's Mark Blues
So the devil threw her on his shoulder and started to run
All the way back to Arlington.
You know you have problems when it's a fact,
The devil steals your woman, then brings her back!
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Ho nah na nah nah
Maker's Mark Blues
Man with a Pitchfork (Step-Daddy Hoedown)
There's a man with a pitchfork running around my brain...
He is crazy, he is crazy. I know he is.
There's a woman who think she's the lone star of Texas...
Where does take us, what does that make us? I don't know. I don't know.
Acey duecy, lefty righty, Come out dancing in your nightie.
Take your daddy down the row, promenade and do-see-do
All night long. Who's your daddy? I am.
Its ten o'clock, do me a favor, Bow to your corner, bow to your neighbor
Momma be back really soon, So promenade 'neath the autumn moon
All night long. Who's your daddy? I am.
I got me a woman, I got me a wife, A double switchblade and butchers knife
Pass the shed and bales of hay, Behind the barn, we all will lay
All night long. Who's your daddy? I am.
Knick knack paddy whack, give the dog a bone, This old man is rolling home
Buy us a drink, buy us a round, Now we're doing the step-daddy hoedown
All night long. Who's your daddy? I am.
There's a man with a pitchfork running around my brain...
He is crazy, he is crazy. I know he is.
25 Minutes
They're building a gallows outside my cell, I've got 25 minutes to go
The whole town's waiting to hear me yell, I've got 24 minutes to go
They feed me beans for my last meal, 23 minutes to go
Won't somebody come ask me how I feel? 22 minutes to go
I call the governor and the whole damn bunch with 21 minutes to go
And I tried the mayor too, but he's out to lunch. 20 minutes to go
Here comes the sheriff, says "I'll watch you die." 19 minutes to go
I laugh in his face and I spat in his eye. 18 minutes to go
Here comes the reverend, gonna save my soul. 15 minutes to go
Well he's talking 'bout burnin' but I'm so cold. 14 minutes to go
They're testin' the trap and it chills my spine. 13 minutes to go
Well, the rope and the trap, yeah, they work just fine. 12 more minutes to go
Waitin' for the pardon that will set me free. 11 minutes to go
Well, this ain't the movies boys, so forget about me. I got 10 more minutes to go
Here we go boys!
With my feet on the trap and my head in the noose, 5 more minutes to go
Won't somebody come and cut me loose? I got 4 minutes to go
And I see the mountains, I can see the sky... 3 more minutes to go
And it's too darn pretty for a man gonna die; I got 2 minutes to go
I see the buzzards, I can hear the crows. 1 minute to go
Well, out goes the trap and here I go-o-o-o-o-o!
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