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The unfinished livingroom sessions

by Robert Hill

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1.
Ramblin' 'round your city Ramblin' 'round your town I'll never see I friend I know As I go ramblin' 'round As I go ramblin' 'round My mother an' my sister I left in my ol' hometown I'm out to do the best I can As I go ramblin' 'round As I go ramblin' 'round My mother prayed that I would be A man of some renounce But I am just a refugee As I go ramblin' 'round As I go ramblin' 'round The peachtrees they are loaded The limbs are bent an' down I pick 'em all day for a dollar, boys As I go ramblin' 'round As I go ramblin' 'round Sometimes a fruit gets rotten Falls down on the ground There's a hungry mouth for every peach As I go ramblin' 'round As I go ramblin' 'round Ramblin' 'round your city Ramblin' 'round your town I'll never see I friend I know As I go ramblin' 'round As I go ramblin' 'round
2.
Hey, hey mr president How come you're lookin' mean I guess you need to work On your so called self esteem People marchin' firmly A well oiled-up machine The whole world is a cryin' As you're swimmin' 'gainst the stream But we thank you Mr President For them cameras you installed It must be mighty hard With the world-wide-web an' all There's no way to controll it You can't break down thoose walls The edge is commin' closer Tell me, can you hear the call? Yes tell me mr President Are you havin' a good time Wallstreet is a burnin' Since they robbed The whole world blind It's time to find a scapegoat An' blame him for the crime So come here Mr president You're next up in the line
3.
I got a woman She won't stop lovin' me Well I got trouble on my mind Please just leave me be Yes I got trouble, I got trouble Don't bother givin' me no tea Just 'un thing I want Babe just leave me be My sweet baby my sweet baby Wants to see me all the time Well I wish I just could tell her I got trouble on my mind I got a woman She wont stop lovin' me Well I got trouble on my mind Please just leave me be
4.
In the land of china monday morn Some kids are marchin' weak an' torn Singin' fi.... The town is quiet sleepin' still When them kids arrive to the factory hill Singin' fi... It's hard to laugh, it's hard to play When you're 8 years ol' an' workin' everyday Singin' fi.... A machine caught fire a boy was killed They burried him at that graveyard hill Singin' fi.... They stray like dogs 'til their hands are sore Then they ship it off to the swedish shore Singin' fi.... In the land of china monday night They're marchin' home now singin' bright Fi...
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Instrumental
6.
Tomorrow's ragin' by the corner The day is shiftin' 'cross the sea Strolin' 'neath a glitterin' highway I Wonder if she still remembers me Waitin' for my mind to stop wanderin' Waitin' for my thoughts to leave me be Got no telegram this mornin' I Wonder if she still remembers me Tryin' so hard to surrender Crossin' some lonesome baseball field Writin' notes by thunder I Wonder if she still remembers me Don't tell me about tomorrow Don't wanna hear it you see Just 'un thing I'm wonderin' Honey, do you still remember me
7.
Rye whiskey 01:17
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey Rye whiskey I crave If I don't get rye whiskey I'll go to my grave Rye whiskey, rye whiskey Rye whiskey I cry If I don't get my whiskey I surely will die I'll eat when I'm hungry An' drink when I'm dry An' if whiskey don't kill me I'll live 'till I die Rye whiskey, rye whiskey Rye whiskey me please Just give me my whiskey I'm beggin' you please I'll drink my corn liquor An' rye whiskey too An' thoose who don't like it Can go straight to hell
8.
Woke up this mornin' Buzzin' in my head Found a governmental microphone Wired up 'neath my bed Opened up the freezer An' what did I see Two FBI agents, starin' back at me Yes wherever I go They're watchin' my back Good bless America An' the patriotic act Heacache a growin' Can't take it no-more Covered my eyes lord An' ran 'cross the floor Went into the bathroom Pulled down that chain A grinnin' Robert Mueller Came flushin' down my drain One thing is certain There's no turnin' back God bless America An' the patriotic act Now Robert Mueller's A fine lookin' male Tried marijuana Never inhaled Wears his suspenders Wrapped 'round his brain Accordin' to him We're all just the same A bunch of Bin laden's Ready to attack God bless America An' the patriotic act Lord can't surf the computer They're watchin' me there Lord can't open my windows Feds everywhere All them doctors they tell me son you're crazy thru an' thru Listen to me There's no-one followin' you Yes them doctors they tell me; You sure are a crazy young cat An I says; Well god bless America An' the patriotic act
9.
Roamin' them streets In a foggy dark haze Empty an' lonesome A walkin' disgrace I just wish I could find me A friend The air is as cold As a dead autumns breeze Achin' an' tortured I caint find no peace I just wish I could find me A friend Ten miles behind I turn by the light Chasin' a shadow Through the dark of the night But the town is asleep I'm stuck here alone Them raw winds remind me I'm a long way from home I just wish I could find me A friend
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Improv..
11.
C'mon all you people Who'd like to change the world Proud to take a stand With a weapon in your hand We sure do need you We wanna see you If you're ready for to teach The glory of free-speech With bombs an' blazin' rain To make 'em feel some pain An' then leave 'em all one day To in the ruins, rot away Then come an' see us We'd like to meet you An' talk it over C'mon all you people Who are not afraid to die Chasin' corporate lies With freedom in your eyes We sure do need you We wanna see you If you've seen the gaze of god Marchin' thru the mud Tearin' boys apart With a democrazy heart As they're standin' in the light Of heavenly delight Then come an' see us We'd like to meet you An' talk it over Ye c'mon all you people Lets meet up here today In the glory of democrazy We'll chase the dark away We sure do need you We wanna see you If they aint got our believes Lets blow 'em all apiece Nothin' can go wrong Democrazy goin' strong In the ruins of tommorrow There'll be no-more sorrow So come an' see us We'd like meet you An' talk it over

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Recorded one sunny afternoon with an ol' tape recorder an' a bottle of dark rum

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released November 15, 2011

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