Poets’ Graves Blues Train

[kozmikdave]

Them bouncers'll kick my sorry arse
if I try to drag you outa here
They'll kick my sorry arse
if I try to drag you outa here
I ain't payin' for no champaigne
When you're used to drinkin' beer.

[twoleftfeet]

When you're used to drinkin' beer
A pint of cider tastes too rough
When you're used to drinkin' beer, Lord,
A pint of cider tastes too rough
But a pint of Guinness hits the spot
Man I can't get enough
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[marten]

Man I can't get enough
of the barley and the hops
Man I can't get enough
of the barley and the hops
Always swimmin' in a game of pool
when I'm callin' out my trick shots

[kozmikdave]

when I'm callin' out my trick shots
warm the pockets with your feet
Said, when I'm callin' out my trick shots
block those side pockets with your feet
I' been chalkin' up the cue
this shot's gonna go down sweet.

[twoleftfeet]

Thi shot's gonna go down sweet
I'm giving it my heart and soul
Thi shot's gonna go down sweet
I'm giving it my heart and soul
You'd better switch the light back on
'coz I can't find the hole
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[Jester]

Koz I can't find the hole,
could be in the Antipodes
Koz I can't find the hole,
could be in the Antipodes
The shots went down real good -
now I can't find my keys.




Well...it was a sod of a first line.

[marten]

Now I can't find my keys,
guess I'll hotwire the sheriff's truck.
Now I can't find my keys,
guess I'll hotwire the sheriff's truck.
Hope the Man don't catch me,
swimmin' in the sea of my bad luck.

[twoleftfeet]

Swimming in the sea of my bad luck
I looked all set to drown
Said, swimming in the sea of my bad luck
I looked all set to drown
You rescued me in your submarine
Now we both are going down
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[kozmikdave]

Now we both are going down
Drowned in a sea of misery
I said, we're both going down
To the bottom of the sea of misery
We've been readin' the newspaper, baby
Today's news is tomorrow's history.

[twoleftfeet]

Today's news is tomorrow's history
a back page blowing down Memory Lane
Today's news is tomorrow's history
a back page blowing down Memory Lane
It's only news until you've heard it
-then it's just gunk clogging up your brain
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Get out of that!

[marten]

It's just gunk clogging up your brain,
useless shit that makes you dumber.
That's just junk news backin' up your brain,
useless shit that makes you dumber.
Go on and drill a hole to your cerebral cortex,
then pour in some liquid plummer.

[kozmikdave]

Pour in some liquid plummer, baby
Make globular clusters in my brain
Pour in some liquid plummer, baby
Make stellar simulations in my brain
I can lie here with my eyes shut -
Universe expanding in this train

[twoleftfeet]

Universe expanding in this train, babe
Feel like my life's gonna end
Universe expanding in this carriage, babe
Feel like my life's gonna end
Someone hit carriage control
We're going to fast round this bend
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[marten]

We're going too fast round this bend,
the engine driver keeps burnin' up this coal train.
We be goin' too fast round this old bend,
the engine driver keeps on tootin' this crazy coal train.
Guess it's time I bust out my saxophone,
this death wish driver has done gone insane.

[twoleftfeet]

this death wish driver has done gone insane
I do believe he's blown his stack
this death wish driver has done gone insane
I do believe he's blown his stack
So I'll blow softly on my sax -
Maybe it will take away the pain
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[kozmikdave]

Maybe it will take away some of the pain
when I ride mainline express
Maybe it will take away some of the pain
when I take mainline express
Before I do, I'll be needing a priest
Got some transgressions to confess.

[marten]

Got some transgressions to confess,
hear me father I've come to plea.
Got some transgressions to confess,
Oh Lordy, I have come forward to plea.
With blue-tic Gus as my witness, I shot the Sheriff,
I did not shoot me no Deputy.

[kozmikdave]

I did not shoot me no Deputy
though I caught him with my wife.
Said I did not shoot me no Deputy
I kinda caught him with my wife.
And if I have to make a decision,
she's his now - I'll have my life.

[twoleftfeet]

She's his now, I'll have my life, Lord
He ain't worth doing no time
She's his now, I'll have my life back, Lord
He ain't worth doing no time
Anyways, she was a life sentence
And getting married was my only crime
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[kozmikdave]

Marriage was my only crime, Lord
I got shackled to a tramp.
Marriage was my only crime, Lord
Said, I got shackled to a tramp.
She tied me to the bedpost
Then left for the lumberjack camp.

[barrie]

I left for the lumberjack camp
where ol' Blind Blake played his blues,
I left for the lumberjack camp
where ol' Blind Blake played his blues,
I walked for three days Lord,
wore out my good pair of shoes.

[twoleftfeet]

Wore out my good pair of shoes,
ill they was down at heel
I wore out my good pair of shoes,
till they was down at heel
I knew that she would leave, Lord -
there was nothing left to steal
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[barrie]

There was nothing left to steal, Lord
she done left me in this hole -
There was nothing left to steal, Lord
she done left me in this hole -
took away all my money
couldn't carry off my soul.

[kozmikdave]

She couldn't carry off my soul
It was too heavy in her hand
She couldn't carry off my soul
It was too heavy in her hand
So she left it by the river
buried in the river sand

[barrie]

I'm buried in the river sand,
and my ghost roams all the night -
I'm buried in the river sand,
and my ghost roams all the night -
don't come down by the riverside
till the sun puts down his light.