TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 1

OPEN ROAD I want an open road I want to drive away But nobody got a second chance Giving up too fast I want to play my hand But nobody got a second chance I Will crawl to you I will die for you But I warn you I cry too I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud A tune that's meant to drown another's pain I need an open road I got to fly away 'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane What'd you say to me Oh why can't I see What's so goddamn wrong with me Oh why can't I see Break it down I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom I want an open book I got to write my story true So the end won't ever no never come too soon Dave - guitar and vocal Brendan - bass, production Ryan - drums

ROAM, SUCKER, ROAM Running away from no place Turning away from god's grace Constantly getting outpaced Roam, sucker, roam Running away to nowhere Pay a toll to get there Wet and cold and laid bare Roam sucker roam A twenty dollar phone card Left in someone's back yard But you ain't got nobody to call Oh no Like a license plate in Braille Like wine without a grail Nobody's there is all Alright Roam, sucker roam There's a light that shines on Friday It's hovering just past the one way Got nothing much left to say But roam, sucker, roam Like the devil out of hell I guess it's just as well Because he swore he'd never tell Roam, sucker, roam You know that trying to lose is still trying Laughing at pain ain't crying Sucking at life ain't dying, my friend Like the space between two walls Like a door without a hall Like a spring without a fall Alright Roam, sucker, roam Dave - mandolins, vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - drums

CRAZY FUCKER Sup Creamy thighs Druggy "fuck me" eyes Scarred and high Drinking all the time She wakes up Brushes off the crust Says out loud "A cocaine wheel don't rust" I said "what?" She goes to the homeless shelter Raises her arms high above her Goes to work and shakes her titties Goddamn man she sure looks pretty She's a crazy fucker Sucks her thumb These depraved men are dumb Shoots her gun Garter full of ones She's wasted dancing kind of shoddy Pukes all on her naked body She's a crazy fucker Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and effects Brian - bass Wil - drums and percussion

HERE WE GO Well I'm a small town schlub and I hate the big city Can't smoke in restaurants the bitches pay to be too pretty Everyone's a fake with their cell phones ringing Fucking punk jerks condescending money clinging Guns and tons of chalk outlines drawn all over me Dead trees, kids on crack, high financing with smack Got your suit and tie zombies And your phony show business fucks They suck life sucks so what So I'm headed on out to the strip club desert Gonna get me a woman proceed out west To the smooth Pacific Ocean way of west Mexico Here I Go here I go Here I go Here I go yeah Well I was running from the law by the age of 15 Stole an El Camino bound for New York City I did a hitch in the service but I missed Bush's war thank god Well they booted me out dishonorably I couldn't take their fucking rules fuck the USA And I'd like to kill the president but really what for All's I'm looking for's a door Well I knocked off a liquor store somewhere in Brooklyn Hit the Jersey Turnpike bound for Ef El Ay Took a right on 85 somewhere in Virginia Hit the strip joint watch the ladies dancing for me Emotionally retarded's what they called me in the service I beat that doctor down with the back of my hand Anyway I met a stripper she was barely 18 At least that's what she told me Who am I to say Yeah I fucked her in the bathroom spilled whiskey on my shirt Then we headed for the desert The warm warm desert When the sun came up I said "hey, my name's Billy" She said "I'm Charlene" I said here we go Here we go Sleeping outside with my gun in my hand I glanced at Charlene as she snored so softly The crickets were loud and the cars on the highway Made it sound just like the beach Well I kissed Charlene She awoke slowly then she folded my socks Damn near 95 degrees it's barely 9:30 That's summer for you, babe, south of the Mason Dixon Line Yeah we gassed up that El Camino threw the gun under the seat Drove down through Alabama bound for New Orleans Here we go Dave - guitars. mandolin, banjo, vocals Joe - guitars, string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums

TROUBADOR BOSTON, RIVERBOAT GAMBLER Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler That's my nom de plume But I ain't ever wrote down anything My brain ain't got t the room You can find me on the Mississippi Gambling noon to noon A Derringer strapped to my leg A garter on my shoulder blade These Alabama chumps are made I used to be a football player the endzone was my home My roguish charm's well documented I got a roving bone Vegas she's too dry for me so Bilouxi is my home Blackjack. baby, roulette too But poker's my rapscallion glue I've won in Cleveland Phoenix too My fortune she just grew and grew I got a yacht in the Gulf waters true My novel she's a thing of beauty atmospherically It revolves around my gambling ways for everyone to see I'm working on a prequel it's called "Me When I Was Three" I'm a literary tour de force But nothing's written down of course The women they want more and more Of my troubador troubador troubador troubador As long as I'm a novelist hell well I'm a painter too The whole wide world's my canvas and my gambling is the glue I'm an artist cursed with luck, oh well I'm gonna get my dew phew Troubador Boston, riverboat gambler I'm an artist rolling dice Dave - banjo and vocals Joe - harmonica Brian - bass Wil - percussion

ALABAMA BAR Alabama bar is far from home When you are Apache you're just wrong Rebel flags fly high up on a pole Give me whiskey for to sooth my soul Got into a card game close to three Charlene sitting pretty next to me Call me Billy Redfoot that's my name You rednecks best be packing all the same You see Ever since I went away There's too much at stake for me to stay Anywhere Tripping back to the Ante Bellum south Cotton field slaves dying hand to mouth A comet tail flies scorching through my brain Good god I think I've gone insane I took my winnings rumbled out My head was spinning all about Charlene took the keys and flew I got more than woes and blues I'm cracking up Sweating through my vision shame Questing crying towards the flame Floating listlessly I see I see my daddy hangin' from a tree No that's me Alabama bar I say so long To fight for glory never seemed so wrong There ain't much to keep me anywhere Me and Charlene shouldn't even care Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - slide Brian - bass Wil - drums and glasses

FBI MAN FBI man Go man go man Interstate at night The moon is my streetlight Gonna find that Billy Redfoot son of a bitch Interstate at dawn Got my holster on I'm a searching on I'm John Wayne Man Go man go man FBI man Go go go man Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals

DIRTY SHAME What a shame Dirty shame All the same Dirty shame yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Lordy me Glory be Mercy me Glory be yeah It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame JOE! Holy shit It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame Oh looky here Dave - guitars and vocals Brendan - bass and production Ryan - drums

THE ABBEY There's a little rock and roll bar with hillbilly Sundays Way down on Decatur Street I done crawled inside a whiskey bottle And I kind of lost my feet God I miss my woman sitting home in ol' B'more I'll drink until the sun comes up And then make love to the hotel floor But as for now I'm on Decatur Street The Circle 9 Acoustic Tour's a drunken fiasco Bars don't close in New Orleans But right now it's time to roll Headed west to Vegas load the van and hit the road We're a hundred mile an hour pharmacy With a rock and roll, payload We left out livers on Decatur Street Livers on Decatur Street When I get home I'm going to sleep for forty days Make love to my woman 'til the Christmas holidays Go to Iamp's and then proceed to pound In honor of that little Nawlins bar that me and Kassy found The Abbey on Decatur Street

DA Leave me alone and go suck a bone and Get the fuck out of my shit Thanks a lot, dick You dumb stupid prick You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass You dumb piece of trash You chump bitch ass You stupid ass son of a bitch Go fuck yourself Get your head out of your ass You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Hell I never thought I'd see An ass as dumb as you can be Never in my life You eat shit you stupid motherfucker Man you suck You stupid fuck You idiot bastard fuck face Fuck you Fuck ball You eat shit you stupid motherfucking dumbass You fucking dumbass Dave - guitars, vocals, lap Joe - guitars and vocals Brian - bass and vocals Wil - drums and vocals

TEXAS THUNDERSTORM She floated down from Oklahoma She left destruction in her wake She aroused me and cleansed my visions She destroyed me oh My spirit aches We roll through Texas And dodge tornadoes It's noon but midnight I feel reborn My gun is warm in Charlene's soft caress Making love in this Texas Thunderstorm You know that Texas She feels so mighty You always You have far to go I saw Agent John Wayne Pull his pistol So I shot him whoa Here we go Dave - guitars and vocals Joe - guitars and string quartet Brian - bass Wil - drums