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First Shootin' Star
02:15
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I went out lookin' fer some wood
And I looked on up in the sky
Planets are objects reflectin' sunlight
There goes my first shootin' Star
There goes my first shootin' Star
There goes my first shootin' Star
Oh Lord I claimed it to myself
There goes my first shootin' Star
I came back home to burn my wood
I load it on up in the stove
Well I saw a flash of light and I looked up in the sky
There goes my first shootin' star
There goes my first shootin' Star
There goes my first shootin' Star
Oh Lord I claimed it to myself
There goes my first shootin' Star
I went out lookin' fer some wood
And I looked on up in the sky
Planets are objects reflectin' sunlight
There goes my first shootin' Star
There goes my first shootin' Star
There goes my first shootin' Star
Oh Lord I claimed it to myself
There goes my first shootin' Star
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2. |
On Patrol
01:31
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Bluegrass Police on Patrol!
Bluegrass Police on Patrol!
If you break the rules, we'll throw you in the hole
Bluegrass Police on Patrol!
Bluegrass Police on the scene
We are here to keep it clean
If we spot a violation, we'll give you a citation
Bluegrass Police on the scene
Bluegrass Police on Patrol!
Bluegrass Police on Patrol!
Since we left Tennessee, the world's a better place to be
Bluegrass Police on Patrol!
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3. |
County Fair
02:27
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You get yer dress and I'll get my pants
We'll go down to the county fair and dance
You can be my gal and I'll be yer beau
Kiss behind the bushes no one has to know
Swing your partner do-si-do
Promenade around the floor
Smilin' at you you're smilin at me
Looky how dancin' can set you free
You and me on a starlit night
Huggin' and kissin' and feelin' right
C'mon now baby don't go home
We're gonna dance 'til the morning comes
Swing your partner do-si-do
Promenade around the floor
Smilin' at you you're smilin at me
Looky how dancin' can set you free
You get yer dress and I'll get my pants
We'll go down to the county fair and dance
You can be my gal and I'll be yer beau
Kiss behind the bushes no one has to know
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4. |
Bar-B-Que
02:26
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Come and Get It!
barbecue. barbecue
barbecue, barbecue
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
You herbivores you better watch out
The red meat makes us scream and shout
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
Hot dogs, chicken, pork chops, rib eyes, shiskabobs,
peppers, hamburger, shrimp, salmon, marlin, tuna,
sausage, onions, catfish, t-bone steak!
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
You herbivores you better watch out
The red meat makes us scream and shout
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
Hot dogs, chicken, pork chops, rib eyes, shiskabobs,
peppers, hamburger, shrimp, salmon, marlin, tuna,
sausage, onions, catfish, t-bone steak!
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
You herbivores you better watch out
The red meat makes us scream and shout
Jake and Billy's country barbecue
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5. |
Livin' Depressed
03:19
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It ain't easy livin' depressed
The fence needs mendin'
The barn's a mess
My wife's still wearin'
That gingham dress
It ain't easy livin' depressed
We bust the sod
Our fingers bleed
We pray to God
and plant the seed
We keep a little
they take the rest
No it ain't easy livin' depressed
It ain't easy livin' depressed
The fence needs mendin'
The barn's a mess
My wife's still wearin'
That gingham dress
No, It ain't easy livin' depressed
Can't make no money
No work to do
Can't buy no feed
Can't fix no shoes
We get so hungry
We go to bed
No, it ain't easy livin' depressed
It ain't easy livin' depressed
The fence needs mendin'
The barn's a mess
My wife's still wearin'
That gingham dress
No, It ain't easy livin' depressed
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6. |
Doghouse Agin'
02:18
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Well I'm in the doghouse agin'
I'm in the doghouse agin'
Nothin' I say or do is right
All you wanna do is fuss and fight
I'm in the doghouse agin'
Take Fido's picture off the wall
Take the bone the water dish and all
Put my name above the door
Fodo don't live here no more
I'm in the doghouse agin'
Well I'm in the doghouse agin'
I'm in the doghouse agin'
She can yell and I can't hear
Playin' cards and drinkin' beer
I'm in the doghouse agin'
Then the rains begin to fall
"honey come home"
She calls from the door
"supper's ready"
Tellin' me to come in
"I baked a pie"
I yelled out "I can swim!"
I'm in the doghouse agin'
I'm in the doghouse agin'
Nothin' I say or do is right
All you wanna do is fuss and fight
I'm in the doghouse agin'
L:yin' here shiverin' in the cold
But it don't bother me at all
I'd rather lie here scratchin' fleas
Than crawl home on my knees
I'm in the doghouse agin'
I'm in the doghouse agin'
Nothin' I say or do is right
All you wanna do is fuss and fight
I'm in the doghouse agin'
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7. |
Yankee Tongue
02:07
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I can't run my mouth when I go down south
I get in trouble everytime
These things in my head they must be said
Darn that yankee tongue of mine
Well, Darn that yankee tongue of mine
Gets my ass kicked everytime
These things in my head they must be said
Darn that yankee tongue of mine
I git on the bus, I sit in the back
Sittin' with some friends of mine
Some people stare, boy why you sit back der?
Darn that yankee tongue of mine
Well, Darn that yankee tongue of mine
Gets my ass kicked everytime
These things in my head they must be said
Darn that yankee tongue of mine
Now, I see them fellers in them long white robes
Their hats point to the sky
Now boys can't you see this is the land of the free
Darn that yankee tongue of mine
Well, Darn that yankee tongue of mine
Gets my ass kicked everytime
These things in my head they must be said
Darn that yankee tongue of mine
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8. |
Ol' Kentucky
02:40
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I left my home in Ol' Kentucky
And I wound up in Cincinnati
The Reds were on the road and I was there
With pushers, prostitutes and queers
I wanna go home, I wanna go home to my Ol' Kentucky
Garbage everywhere, juvenile deliquency
The buildings go so high, You can't even see the sky
It doesn't matter where I look, right left low or high
I just can't seem to find mom's apple pie
I wanna go home, I wanna go home to my Ol' Kentucky
I left my home in Ol' Kentucky
And I wound up in Cincinnati
The Reds were on the road and I was there
With pushers, prostitutes and queers
I wanna go home, I wanna go home to my Ol' Kentucky
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9. |
Stamp Like Elvis
02:28
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Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
You jump off your boats and
Beat us with your clubs
Bash in our legs
'Til all we got are stubs
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
Elvis had them hits
Since 1953
That's nothin' compared
To the hits they put on me!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
You bust up our skulls
And sit around and gloat
Walk into town
And sell my skin to make a coat
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch
We deserve a stamp like Elvis!
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10. |
Christmas Bar-B-Que
02:55
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Since you left and went away
I'm all alone on Christmas day
All alone and dreamin' of you
I'm gonna miss your Christmas glow
under a lonesome mistletoe
But you're gonna miss the Christmas Barbecue
'Cause The church bells will be ringin'
Midnight Christmas Eve
Steaks and burgers and chops all sizzlin'
Around the Christmas tree
I'm gonna miss your Christmas glow
under a lonesome mistletoe
But you're gonna miss the Christmas Barbecue
Well no cookies for ol' Chris Kringle
It's a party he'll have to mingle
Sippin' on Iron City Beer and Jim Beam
Before we send him on his jolly way
We'll have a giggle in Santa's sleigh
And you gonna miss this crazy Christmas scene
'Cause The church bells will be ringin'
Midnight Christmas Eve
Steaks and burgers and chops all sizzlin'
Around the Christmas tree
I'm gonna miss your Christmas glow
under a lonesome mistletoe
But you're gonna miss the Christmas Barbecue
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11. |
Dom Coyote
03:43
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I can dream like Rip Van Winkle
Countin' sheep for twenty years
I can dream of Jeannie
With the light brown hair
I can dream like Walter Mitty
In my cab on the Lower East Side
But I can't dream like Dom Coyote
Dom Coyote's born to ride
No I can't dream like Dom Coyote
Dom Coyote's born to ride
He was born a son of a tailor
He came from Florence, Italy
On his passport read Dominic Ciotti
'Til he got to the land of the free
He traveled west to find his fortune
Like many a young man had done
To the prairie of North Dakota
Where the Lakota Sioux and buffalo run
In his satchel he was bearin'
The spices from his native land
To cook a feast for old Chief Lakota
In exchange for his daughter's hand
The chief asked him,
"Son what's your name?"
He took the passport from his hand
And he pronounced him Dom Coyote
He said, "Welcome to our land."
Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote
It was early the next mornin'
Down by the adobe stove
Stokin' fire 'n' boilin' water
And choppin' a garlic clove
Now the braves were gettin' hungry
And the wine goin' to their heads
They smelled fried peppers and lasagne
And that fresh Italian bread
The Chief was chompin' and smilin'
Then he stood and looked in his eyes
He told the braves to fetch his daughter
And he handed Dom Coyote his prize
Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote
Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote, Dom Coyote
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Bluegrass Police Los Angeles, California
In the summer of 1986, in the hills of Pennsylvania, the Bluegrass Police were born. In pursuit of Hilarity the BGP poke fun at human behavior by touching on topics of racism, sterotypes, segregation, poverty, sexuality, brutality, domestic tension, etc. They poke fun at these human phenomena all the while denouncing the abuses. It is truly clever poetry crafted by Robert Gabig and Jack Bishop. ... more
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