Charlie Robison - Step Right Up (2001) by Charlie Robison (보컬) on maniadb.com

Jackie went to high school
In a little Texas town
He finished up and spent the most of next year bummin' around
He couldn't find a job to hold
So on a Friday night
He figured he could see the world and buy a 4-wheel drive
If he'd join the army
Cause these are desperate times

Well he came back four years later
A little higher off the ground
Things there hadn't changed
And that just really got him down
So he went off to San Antone
An hour to the east
And got a job workin' for the San Antone police
Well he had a pistol now
Cause these are desperate times

Well ol Jackie he got married
But his ends they wouldn't meet
His wife worked at the Texas Commerce Bank just up the street
Jackie got an idea
To get him outta debt
And they could live the good life
And drive a new Corvette
If he'd rob the bank he said
Cause these are desperate times

Well he had planned the whole thing
And while his baby worked
He came in after hours
In a black ski mask and shirt
She told him where the money was
And thats just where he went
The minute that he saw it he already had it spent
Well it wasn't easy
But these are desperate times

Well he drove off to Bandera
Cause that was his hometown
He had it in his mind just where he'd lay that money down
He went out to his mom's house
And Jack went up the hill
To bury that old suitcase full of hundred dollar bills
Well he'd let it sit a while
Cause these are desperate times

Well the bank they called the g-men
Cause they were insured by the Fed
And Jill she rolled on Jack
Cause she was in above her head
The g-men gave Jack wind of this
When they made his arrest
And he asked her why she turned on the one that she loved best
Well it wasn't easy Jack
But these are desperate times

Yeah ain't that what you always said
These are desperate times

My name is John O'Reilly
And my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Kilarny
Where I helped him turn the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets

Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well

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Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return

I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
They called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
I left em' all lyin' half in blood and half in shame

I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
I said it could be done but only for another two
He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe

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They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
And i'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day

Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor
At the low water bridge
Pulling the young drinkers across
He's dragging so many on this Saturday night
I can smell that old tractor's exhaust

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty
And the cowboys are fearful the most
But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
It's making a run for the coast

Well, there's a place down on Main Street
Right across from the bank
Somebody drew one on the line
About twenty foot up on that Frontier Hotel
Where crested back in twenty-nine

Well, this city took most of this little old town
'Cause we live on what they call the flame
Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown
Where they got that old newspaper frame

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty
The cowboys are fearful the most
But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
It's making a run for the coast

My grandmother called about ten minutes ago
Like she does almost every night
She said they come home way early from the old rodeo
When a big boat had knocked off the lights

Well, she said a cowboy got buckin'
Just before it went dark
On a boat that they called 'Chequered Tree'
And ain't nobody's saw if he finished his ride
So I guess I'll forget about sleep

But the rain on the roof sounds so pretty
And the cowboys are fearful the most
But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
It's making a run for the coast

But Deena done broke from his ragged old pen
It's making a run for the coast

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Well they call me the life of the party
They call her the belle of the ball
Well we start before anybody
And I promise we'll outlast them all

Well it started when I was in high school
My mom and my dad taught me well
A bottle of wine at Thanksgiving
And a valum when Grandma raised hell
Sso I had some champaigne at a wedding
I belive that they called it Cold Duck
And they girl I'd been eyeing all evening
She took me round back and we sucked down the rest of that bottle
And things really started to click
Well we kissed on the boxes of liquor
And she reached down and grabbed her some dickle and added some cola
Far be it for me should I pass
For I thought that if I drank another
I'd certainly need me some Aspirin on the next morning
I'd tried not to make me a sound
'cause the girl who was sleeping beside me had gained herself two-hundred
Pounding on my bedroom window
My Dad yelled to jump out of bed
But she woke up from all the commotion
Insisting she'd give me some headlines she'd read in the paper
She said it had been yesterday
They said if you use moderation
My mornings could all be this way

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