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Liner Notes: Home Cookin'

Track listing:

Liner Notes

The Three Day Threshold family includes:
Kier Byrnes, Johnny Ransom, Jack Morris, Sam Reid and Jason Warne

All songs recorded by Three Day Threshold
DevilsGotaBanjo Music/ASCAP

Recorded and Mixed at New Alliance and Sea Sound Studios.

Graphic Design by Jason Warne
www.threedaythreshold.com by Casey MacKinnon
Three Day Threshold Management: thethreshold@hotmail.com

Lyrics:

Undisclosed Location Breakdown

(Instrumental)

Whiskey, You're the Devil

Whiskey, you're the Devil, leading me astray,
O'er hills and mountains into a bloody grave
You're easy on the soul, and spicy in the tea,
Oh whiskey, you're my darling drunk or sober

Here's a man they call Kris Tasker, he's headed for disaster
A mighty blighty son, if the evenings just begun
Hey father watch your daughter, cause with the pint he offers
He's still screaming halleluiah

Sweet Ann Clementine, sweet friend of mine
It's not the glass of wine she's after
Come now fill my glass, bitch you can kiss my ass
I'm still screaming bloody murder

Here's a man they call Kris Tasker, he's headed for disaster
A mighty blighty son, if the evenings just begun
And its touura lourra la, touura lourra la,
Right you are my ladies, there is whiskey in the jar!

Roll In My Sweet Baby's Arms

Roll in my sweet baby's arms, roll in my sweet baby's arms
Lay around the shack 'til the mail train comes back
Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms

I ain't gonna work on the railroad, I ain't gonna work on the farm
Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
Gonna roll in my sweet baby's arms
Roll in my sweet baby's arms

Well, I know your parents, they don't like me, they keep me away from your door
If I had my life to live over, I would never go there no more
Roll in my sweet baby's arms...

Now where were you last Friday night, I was layin' in jail
Out on the town with some other guy, you wouldn't even make my bail
Roll in my sweet baby's arms...
Now roll my sweet baby, roll my sweet baby,
Roll in my sweet baby's arms...

Hogtied (The True Story of Arthur Henry Porter Brown)

Kit Kat, belly up, sitting at the stove
Tell me all the things I already know
I know a man who smokes gasoline
Give me a second; tell you what I mean...
Big Ben coming in through the swinging doors
Stepping on the bugs that he squashed before
Badge stripped, pistol whipped, a cavalry line Sent him on down to the 49'ers.
When there's blood on the moon, death lurks in the shadows.
When there's blood on the moon, death lurks in the shadows.
He met his match and his fate in her arms
When there's blood on the moon, death lurks in the shadows.

Henry at the table, lookin' around
'Cept he didn't look what he was throwin' down
Poker and whiskey, The Dooley moonshine
They make you go broke or make you go blind.
Blood curling, pistol hurling, back against the wall
Henry had five aces, he threw them all.
Big Ben, leaning up, starting to steam,
Said "Soak that bitch in gasoline!"

When there's blood on the moon, death lurks in the shadows.
When there's blood on the moon, death lurks in the shadows.
He met his match and his fate in her arms
When there's blood on the moon, death lurks in the shadows.

Kit Kat, belly up, sitting at the stove
Go and get ready, now do-see-do
Little Joe says what he has found,
Why it's Arthur Henry Porter Brown!

This is the true story of Arthur Henry Porter Brown.

20 Flight Rock

Well I know a girl with a record machine,
When it comes to rocking, she's a queen.
Come up and dance on a Saturday night,
All alone I can hold her tight.
But she lives on the twentieth floor uptown,
The elevator's broken down.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to drag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

Well she called me up on the telephone,
Said "Come on honey, I'm all alone"
I said "Baby you're mighty sweet,
But I'm in bed with aching feet."
And this went on for a couple of days,
But I couldn't stay away.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to drag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

Well they sent to Chicago for repairs,
Til it's fixed, I'm using the stairs.
I hope they hurry, before it's too late,
I want my baby too much to wait.
And all this climbing is getting me down,
I find my corpse draped over the rail.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to drag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to sag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

Rumbalaya

Spend my days sitting in cafes,
Watching the world go by
Sat on a step with a cigarette,
Complimentary style

Singing Run Rumbalaya, Run Rumbalaya, Run Rumbalaya, Run

You left me tonight two hours ago
The rain has stopped, it started to snow
Someone said they saw you by the Johnsons' place
They called your name but you done ran away
Singing Run Rumbalaya, Run Rumbalaya, Run Rumbalaya, Run

I put on my coat to follow your tracks,
It got too cold so I turned back

Singing Run Rumbalaya, Run Rumbalaya, Run Rumbalaya, Run

Billy

Well I was driving down the side of a road when cop pulled me over and said son, you ain't got no clothes on. I said no shit. So he took me downtown to meet a clown named Billy.
He's gay and likes to ride trucks.
He's Billy, Truck Driving Clown

Well, the sheriff pulled me out of the car, said "Son you've gone too far. What you're doing ain't normal, it ain't right. Hell, it would be ok with me to lock you up throw away the key.
He's one fucked up son of a bitch"
He's Billy, Truck Driving Clown

Take him away boys!

I must admit I wasn't feeling well they took me over to my cell. I've met offenders of all kinds, who beat you up and rob you blind but they were nothing like Billy.
Man that clown gave me the chills.
He's Billy, Truck Driving Clown

Banks of the Ohio

I asked my love to take a walk
If only a little ways
And as we walk, we'd have a talk
About our approaching wedding day

And only say that you'll be mine
And our home so happy be
Down beside some water flow
On the banks of the Ohio

I took a knife to her breast
And against me she gently pressed
She said "Hey Willy,
Don't murder me, I am unprepared to die"

Then only say that you'll be mine
And our home so happy be
Down beside some water flow
On the banks of the Ohio

I took her by her lily white hand
We walked down to the river bend
I plunged her in, so she would drown
And I stared as she floated down

And only say that you'll be mine
And our home so happy be
Down beside some water flow
On the banks of the Ohio

I was walking home, between twelve and one
Not thinking of all the deeds I've done
I killed the girl I love the best
Because she would not be bride

And only say that you'll be mine
And our home so happy be
Down beside some water flow
On the banks of the Ohio

The Pearl

Help me, Oh Mary, I don't know what to do
Tell me, poor Mary, Yes, cause I know you know too
Steady Oh Juana, I don't want the pearl to break
Break me or take me to another place

The diver goes down into the water, stares at the ground, the coral at his feet
He nearly drowns or he thinks he ought to, for what he has found, he cannot keep

Kino climbs up, yeah Juana help me in
It's not hard but you got to and Lord knows they had to
Steady Juana, I don't want the pearl to break
A shot rang like a bee stang, and poor little Coyotito
Poor little Coyotito

The diver goes down into the water, stares at the ground, the coral at his feet
He nearly drowns or he thinks he ought to, for what he has found, he cannot keep

Acclimated

Working the back fields just to earn your stay
Acclimated to the affidavit and the bills you got to pay
Well, the bright lights of the city streets are calling you at night
Your father's words still haunting you; it's not a pretty sight
You reach into your pockets, pulling out your stuff
You find a ten dollar bill, hell, that's just enough
You run, you run, father's favorite son
Acclimated to the affidavit and the bills you've become

Working for the family because the butler quit
You ask about the good life and they tell you this is it
Hell, the kids are all out waiting in the family car
They don't have no keys, they'll never get too far
Your mother and your girlfriend both ready to go
You mamma's looking good but your grandma steals the show
So you run, you run, father's favorite son
Acclimated to the affidavit and the things you've become

Your residence don't make sense, it's a hole, it's a dump
On your mantle piece there sits a portrait of Donald Trump
And he's just standing there, alone and looking used
You have five different faces, each one to match your shoes
Your place is like a house for the criminally insane
Your mother she's a bitch, your dad, he's a pain
So you run, you run, father's favorite son
Acclimated to the affidavit and the things you've become

Awright. This one's for you Billy!





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