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Queen Corn
03:00
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I got a call from a railroad gal, she’d been out in the sun
Wanted hooch and a bushel, of corn, and I just had me some
Made a trade for a heap of fun, she got paid in kind
I made it safe across them tracks, and she found the end of the line
Queen corn, standin tall, out in Ioway
Queen corn, standin tall
She got a bushel and that aint all, she got a bushel and that aint all
Met her sis on a country road, she had a bag of seed, said this grow tall in Iowa, this is what you need
So I grew it up and I brewed it up, gave her all the squeeze
She drank it all then took a fall said bury me if you please
Queen corn, standin tall, out in Ioway
Queen corn, standin tall
We squeeze corn till we hit that wall, squeeze that corn till you hit that wall
Sister three she came to me, heard I had some shine
She dropped dead of a heart attack, before I got online
Her sister called said what the hell, you killed off all my kin
Said keep that cob in your pants, and your corn crop in the bin
And the corn crop in the bin
Queen corn standin tall, out in Ioway, out in Ioway
So I dug dirt and searched my soul, now I got to say, you best step lightly on that land, out in Ioway
I don’t cook corn by the tracks no more, I feel bad every day
Two of them sisters in the ground but ones still in the hay
Queen corn, number one, all she had was too much fun
Queen corn, number two, squeezed that corn turned it blue
Queen corn, number three, she didn’t have no luck with me
Queen corn, standin tall, out in Ioway
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In the car, undiscovered woman
In the shadows, undiscovered woman
She’s here to stay, she’ll get her way
Undiscovered woman
Hard rain, soft tears
Where her sweet drops sound
In the passive years
The only thing, that keeps her sane
The only thing, the only thing that keeps her sane
She’s got a rolled-up franklin and
Cocaine
Her rain pours down, undiscovered woman
How does it taste now, undiscovered woman
Broke a thousand days, in a thousand ways
Rode time and fate, until the empty space
Unremembered face, undiscovered woman
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Get yourself up I heard a big bang
Get your bowl and plate, you sweet sweet thing
They’re all going down to the swirling mess to obsolesce
Heartbeats backbeats dirt in my dreams, the earth keeps spinning round all those screams
So, hang on tight to little white lies, I’m staying here, let the world go by
The world goes by, the world goes by, yeah, they’re going in a circle
The world goes by, the world goes by, yeah, I’m waving and I’m smiling
The world goes by, it goes by
Hey little world, you feel alright to me, hey big world, you don’t scare me
I found a way, a way to lose myself
It aint easy to follow your heart, sure aint easy to end at the start
I won’t know because I won’t try, stay right here let the world, go by
The world goes by, goes by, the world goes by, I’m’ waiting for a ride and the world goes by
Going in a circle, the world goes by, Yeah, they’re going in a circle, the world goes by
Going in a circle, the world goes by, waiting for a ride and the world goes by
You’re right back where you started, the world goes by, goes by
Let me off here, the world goes by, it goes by
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Hushaby Me Baby
02:38
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Large or small, life or death, rise or fall to the right or left
Win or lose, just tell me a lie
Strong or weak, black or white, right or wrong they both shine bright
You can drown in truth, so tell me a lie
Spirals weave, familiar rhymes, fill you up with guilt and pride
When all you need, is a little white lie
I got that feeling, I’ve been here before, that icy river is melting my core
In love and in haste, the heart still aches, somebody tell me a lie
Because I’m stubborn, and I’m weak, can’t find a damn thing I seek
So before I cry, someone tell me a lie
Going down to the river got nothing to lose
I’d wash away my troubles if that river was booze
So I sing, by and by, I tell myself a little white lie
When I go to bed, and lay down my head, I see people I wish were dead
Hushaby me baby, with a lie
Can you hushaby me baby, with a lie
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I’ve been burning time, crawling my way back to you
I’ve been burning time, crawling my way back to you
The bane of chords are crashing in
To the scaly, fleshy place I’ve been
Hollow shells move like Ice
Superficial nice
I’m all sugar I’m all spice superficial nice
Getting back to me, not who you tried to make me be
Oh getting back to me, not who you tried to make me be
Fool me once fool me twice
Superficial nice
Fool me once fool me twice
Superficial nice
Oh fool me once fool me twice
Oh superficial nice
I’m all sugar, I’m all spice
Superficial nice
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In Iowa
05:21
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The rooster crows, the garden calls, sharpen the hoes, mend the overalls
Cause it’s coming, morning on the farm
Check the weather, check the oil too, fuel yourself up and the tractor too
Cause the scare balls rising, on the farm
In Iowa
You head on out, coffee in your hand, pull in the field and there’s somthin to mend already, on the farm
You fix it up nice and try it again, pull up the markets, your gonna bust the bin, this time
In Iowa, In Iowa
By morning call your behind the eight ball, just put it in the ground, might reap it in the fall
Or winter, or next spring
Just about noon, can’t take a break, weather windows closing, don’t tempt fate
Cause mother nature, wins
In Iowa, In Iowa
Crops spiking through every seed tries, its leafin out, you know it’s on the rise
A frost comes along, everything dies, but it still bounces back cause it wants to be alive
In Iowa, In Iowa
Every farmer feeds about a hundred sixty five, folks go hungry if they don’t try
On the farm, In Iowa
In Iowa, In Iowa, In Iowa, In Iowa
Clouds like cotton balls
In a baby blue sky
The sun touches down to rolling green fields
Row by row intersected by
The roads I’m traveling
And small crumbling towns that feel like home
Six oclock we’re playin in the dirt now
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Have a Nice Day
04:13
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My body’s a convenience store
Take what you want, walk out the door
Pump your fuel, drive away, don’t stay
Don’t loiter, don’t linger, I’ll give you the finger
Show you the door, when you say you want more
Thank you for the lay, thank you for the lay have a nice day
Screaming, screaming, eternal torment
Burning, scorching, torture’s not silent
Fire, brimstone, feel the hungry lick
Gently cradle a mind turned sick, a mind turned sick
Don’t loiter, don’t linger, I’ll give you the finger
Show you the door, when you say you want more
Thank you for the lay, thank you for the lay, have a nice day
My life’s a convenience store, buy what I sell, always want more
Choose your vice, go away you’ll pay, you’ll pay
Don’t loiter, don’t linger, I’ll give you the finger
Show you the door, when you say you want more
Thank you for the lay, thank you for the lay, have a nice day
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I love you
I love you
I don’t know what to say, when you talk to me that way
Hey, I like your company, all the crazy talk and lies, good for me
Hey, can’t change a thing, no matter what I do no matter what I do
I love you
I love you
That’s all that I can say, when you talk to me that way
Hey, I like your company, all the crazy talk and lies, good for me
Hey, can’t change a thing, no matter what I do, no matter what I do
I love you
I love you
It’s all that I can say, when you talk to me that way
Hey, I like your company, all the crazy talk and lies, good for me
Hey, can’t change a thing, no matter what I do, no matter what I do
Hey, Hey, Hey
No matter what I do, no matter what I do, what I do
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In the Cold Light of Day
02:48
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I met a girl last night, she led me astray
But I didn’t know what I know now in the cold light of day
She took me to her leather lair, said I had a role to play
Now both her smiles grin at me in the cold light of day
In the cold cold light of day, seems last night is starting to fade
The lights came up and the moon bowed down and I guess I’m still around
Well she put me in a state, and I began to sway
The scare ball found me without a stitch in the cold light of day
Couldn’t get the cuffs off of my wrists, the ball gag tasted like grits
But I stood proud under my cloud in the cold cold light of day
In the cold cold light of day, seems last night is starting to fade
The lights came up and the moon bowed down and it looks like I’m still around
So don’t go on a date, with any old reprobate
Because a beautiful Dom with her fish nets on will, humiliate
I’m going back for more and I’m here to say
It’s the lucky stiffs who live to see the cold light of day
In the cold cold light of day, seems last night is starting to fade
I came up and the Dom bowed down and it looks like I’m still around, I guess I’m still around
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Boosh
04:27
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A starry night, loose connection, plug me in a lost dimension
Don’t look back its only love
I’ll bring whiskey you bring gin, we’ll forget where we’ve been
And loose ourselves in fickle ways of love
Yellow vans and white beach sands, frame that shot with whispering hands
White foam verbs and homemade beer, come on now and get your loving here
Boosh, boosh
Morning comes I’ve forgotten, something here sure smells rotten
Take away another day with love
Fall apart come back later, no one wins some feel better
Put you down a rabbit hole like so
Boosh, boosh
Stay alive cold and lonely, don’t look back it’s only, love
I’ve got dreams but no desires, I got hope but can’t aspire
Blissful peace of instant grace, Yeah but I aint got love, I aint got love
Boosh
We’ll toast the weather, we’ll toast the tea, get to feeling the way we want to be
Somebody tell everybody, take a ride now it’s only love
It’s a nice day where we going, into dreams overflowing
Boosh, boosh
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11. |
Dinner's Ready
05:01
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Erick Hovey and Friends Fort Dodge, Iowa
Erick Hovey's music is peppered with seasonings of blues, roots rock, jazz, funk, old power trio rock, reggae, and newer folk fusion styles. His lyrical content has not only good humored nods towards classic blues and rock clichés’, but spans the afterlife, and existentialism as well. Sometimes it’s spooky, sometimes it’s raw, spiritual, and sensual. Think Mark Knopfler, JJ Cale, and Peter Green. ... more
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