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Women & Trains

by Alex Culbreth

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1.
Well, my name is Reverend Cecil Pritchard Of the traveling salvation show And if you care to make a small donation, boys You're bound to get a hell of a show And maybe save your everloving souls Now some crackers like to call it snake oil Hell, they can call it just what they will Cause it don't matter a lick to me, boys Long as it's got that old gospel feel As long as I get my pockets filled It's the traveling reverend's old-time revival hour Collecting converts at the county fair And if you see me drawing demons from the doctor's pretty daughter Out behind the ferris wheel I'm just exorcising the hell out of her Come on and gather round, brothers and sisters There's always room for a couple more You know the Lord don't take no bribes at them pretty pearly gates But I found a way to even the score You just slip me a few, I'll sneak you through the back door
2.
I'm coming home to Savannah, mama To sing my songs to that empty room There ain't nothing for me in all of Mississippi 'Cept a thousand cigarette butts and a half written tune My memory's shot from that shit I been smoking And the bottles of Old Crow on the kitchen floor But sure as hell, I'm bound to remember The girl from the rodeo Hear the women singing "oh, oh" from that old-time station Coming in from Tupelo "Oh, oh" I sang to my lover The girl from the rodeo It was a town full of carnies and her daddy was a rider I'd stumbled in from a show in Selma Pretty as a mare but stubborn as a mule She took pity on a greenhorn with a dime store guitar Riding in her pickup and she's playing Hank Williams Kissing in the darkness of the drive-in show Sipping straight whiskey out behind the stadium The girl from the rodeo (chorus) But tell me why did she have to up and leave me As the trees all turned to gold I guess it ain't easy when you're born to follow that rodeo (chorus)
3.
Where will my troubles go when they go? Will they burst like a firecracker from within my soul? Will they tumble like that old oak tree that the crows all called home? Where will my troubles go when they go? I been drinking corn liquor just to get drunk quicker And drown this lovesick heart Cause my girl's been seen running round on me With every man with an electric guitar But I'll do that woman right, I'll call her sister up tonight I'll take her from her daddy's farm and I'll take her out behind the barn Where will my troubles go when they go? Though I work and plow, they're like a crop that just won't grow But I feel them cold winds blowing, the country's calling me home Where will my troubles go when they go? I been playing Patsy Cline and sipping strong moonshine For seventeen nights and days And all my kinfolk are praying and the preacher man is saying I should change my sinful ways But I'll bet this broken heart can mend on liquor, lust, and sin It's my saving grace and I'll be damned if I'll be led astray Where will my troubles go when they go? Will they no longer burden this lonesome, broken soul? Will I hear that freight train coming when it's bound to carry me home? Where will my troubles go when they go?
4.
©2000, Dave Carter/Dave Carter Music (BMI) seventeen years she has been in this world wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl and she don't know i'm wicked, and she don't know i'm old sweet jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul 'cause she believes in the future and the family tree and she thinks there's a little spark of good left in me and she comes to my door 'cause she thinks i can bring her the glamorous life of a cowboy singer i rise from my bed to her hand at the bell i look like the devil and i'm feelin' like hell but she don't seem to notice and she steps right inside for to sing me the song that she made up last night and her voice is shining with the moon and the stars and she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer and i doom and anoint her a cowboy singer alone in my room when she leaves me again i stare at the wall and see death closin' in but i like to imagine i will meet her someday in a land at the end of this lonesome highway in a fine high country where the best songs are sung and the labels don't care if you're old or you're young and the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener and all of the angels are cowboy singers yes, and all of the angels are cowboy singers
5.
I can hear you weeping low, more a rasp than a whistle While your smoke is overflowing on that Memphis line I know your heart is cold but your rails keep burning Like a catfish that's frying on the skillet Darlin let me ride through your pouring rain Baby you are my midnight train Well by night I breathe your smoke, in the morning spit the coals And the ashes from my teeth that you left me last night I drink whiskey on the tracks by the general store And some days I lay and dream about taking that train for a bride (chorus) And when they bury me on a rainy day Least I can say I rode that train (chorus)
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It Took One 04:29
I think I saw your stepmother Smoking grass at Midway Park It weren't her old man but another She'd been kissing at the bars God, I felt like shit all Sunday I think I'll go downtown But it takes seven shots of whiskey Three men to haul me out the bar I've know hundreds of hard luck women It took one to break my heart Carolynn I got your number I know you wrote it on a matchbook sleeve Heard you was hitched to some plumber That the bottle runs in his family But girl I'll take you out next Sunday To any bar downtown But it takes seven shots of whiskey Three men to haul me out the bar It takes a whole lot to keep me together It took one to tear me apart It takes a paycheck worth of malt liquor A sad song on this old guitar It ain't the first time I been forsaken But it was the one that broke my heart It took one to break my heart
7.
Darlin I heard you leaving in the morning The floorboards they gave you away And these walls they haven't stopped talking The radiator keeps hissing your name I used to sing you back to me Each time you'd start for the door But now you're just an old song I don't sing anymore Now the night just crawls on her belly Though the bottle he's been awful kind I leave the porch light on every evening If the way is too dark to find (chorus) Darlin this living gets awful lonesome Just playing for beers at the bars And the women they'll often come and ask me What two-dollar harlot could break that three-dollar heart? Well I used to sing her back to me But now she's just an old song I can't sing anymore Now you're just an old song I don't sing anymore
8.
My gal is a singer on the road Just playing gigs and getting stoned She wrote a real good song bout a man she used to love My gal is a singer on the road When my baby plays Memphis tonight Hope her band gets there alright Hope the people like her songs, hope she goes to bed alone When my baby plays Memphis tonight She says I'm just a flash in the pan That my records ain't worth a damn But one day I'll write the tune where I paint her name in blue Though she says I'm just a flash in the pan No, she never seems to stick around too long As wild and reckless as her songs She left her bottles in the sink and a note I couldn't bring myself to read No, she never seems to stick around too long My gal was a singer on the road But her records never sold All them songs couldn't pay the bills and man I ain't heard from her in years My gal was a singer on the road
9.
My name is Jackson Rose and I come from Duluth I made it to Savannah when I was a youth I was weary and lonesome from mending this broken heart Like most wayward men there was a woman to blame For my travels, my drinking, for hiding my shame In a one-room apartment in this goddamn dirty town I got a job hauling freight out to Macon and back Cutting through them back roads and sneaking sips of Jack With George Jones singing and that woman weighing on my mind I stopped into a bar out of Jeffersonville I got to talking with a man who put my drinks on his bill Just like me a broken heart had taken him a thousand miles He said at twenty-two years you've got nothing to fear You pack up all your bags and then you hit the next town Boy, you got no troubles that that road can't cure Sometimes I stay out drinking till late in the night Till them neon lights and sirens all start to die And the stained-glass saints all stare from their church house doors But I can't see the stars for the lights from the bars And that woman still has a hold of my heart In this city full of souls hell I've never felt more alone But at twenty-two years I've got nothing to fear I'll pack up all my bags and then I'll hit the next town Cause I got no troubles that that road can't cure Let it lead where it may even if it's on back to her
10.
PBR, whiskey, and pot Darlin that's all I got But it was always enough to keep you here But hell they all just let me down Leave me wandering round this town Like a rabid dog that's too damn crazy to care Oh I know they're gonna leave me low and lonesome They all seem to leave me so damn blue PBR, whiskey, and pot, and you The water tower looms Like a rusted, dead old moon I swear this whole town's lit by a lonesome 40 watt bulb I got this coal miner's grin From a couple fights we were in You smashed the lamp on the wall and the vase against my skull (chorus) I read the letter that you sent For a carton of cigarettes And a couple of bucks to get you to the end of the week But PBR, whiskey, and pot Babe, that's always all I got And a lonesome to keep me company (chorus)
11.
Going down to the river to throw myself in Before I let another woman do me wrong again Before I let another woman do me wrong again I'm going down the Rappahanock RIver, mama, throw myself in Aw but what the hell, no I ain't gonna cry I'll just lay down by the tracks, hop the first train to roll on by Hope the first train to roll on by What the hell, brother, this time I ain't gonna cry Like them railroad men, I'll drink my weight in wine I'm-a steal a Bamy mama, get another woman on the side Steal a Bamy mama, another on the side And like them Memphis railroad men I'll drink my weight in three-dollar wine I may look forty-eight but I'm twenty-five years old But you never give a damn once you make friends with Turkey and Crow Once you make good friends with Turkey and Crow I may look forty-eight but babe I'm twenty-five years old There ain't no turning back from this path I chose I got the river up ahead, a restless feeling in my bones Just a restless, old feeling rattling in my bones There ain't no turning back from this wicked, old path I chose I ain't never turning back from this wicked, old path I chose

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released February 24, 2011

guitar and vocals: Alex Culbreth
vocals: Karen Jonas
harmonica: Nathaniel Miller

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