The Blue Kentucky Moon
from Totem Pole (1995) by p6
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Year after making this I realized it's basically Primus' "My Name is Mud." Oh well.
Oh, and one of the instruments is a 50 cent 'snake charmer' made of bamboo, that I picked up in Jerusalem (sounds vaguely like a saxophone).
Oh, and one of the instruments is a 50 cent 'snake charmer' made of bamboo, that I picked up in Jerusalem (sounds vaguely like a saxophone).
lyrics
Thomas Thayer done growed up quick
Been leadin' the adult life
Got a steady job layin' common brick
Done lassoed hisself a wife
All the folks in town did look and frown
with dubiosity
That inbred fuck with a pickup truck
done got a family
And boy, did Tom and his shoeless wife
and Mother Nature yield:
Tammy, T.C. and Donna Bell,
and a couple of cows in the field
But all was not a Rockwell scene
on Thayer's plot of land
When Thomas T. stepped through that door,
the air was thick as sand
Now, Tommy worked most all the day,
and drunk most all the night
And now and then he'd slap his kids,
and kick his shoeless wife
Tom Thayer bricked up everything;
Steel curtains was his draw
And 'round his family and his life
He'd forged hisself a wall
When mealtime came, the family sat
Kid dared not say a word
And Tommy's wife--pots, pans and all--
be eatin' like a bird
The kids sprung up in just a flash
T.C. growed like his weed
And though Tammy tramped the street for cash
Donna brought home the H.I.V.
From truth, my friends, these words do flow
For I am not alone
(You know how out-of-hand, to get,
these things are mighty prone)
Yes sir, it's true
I seen it all that muggy eve of gloom
Amidst the fierce and grainy glow
of the Blue Kentucky Moon
Tommy'd try from time to time
to visualize amends
But terry-cloth do hardly much
to win a crack'd lens
But Friday night, Tom skipped the bar,
skipped all the way to home
To find his wife's bare feet a-wrapped
'round Mr. Foreman's bone
Stood out a certain certainty
Tom, firm in his resolve
Determined it was time to lay
his greatest wall of all
Ran past the gun and grabbed a glazed
(the workman's favored lot)
Before the sun, the bond did take
a stretch of hill to seal the rot
From truth, my friends, these words do flow
For I am not a loon
A bleak reality pervades
these rancid docks of boon
You bet it's true. I done it all
that sultry night in June
Awash in mesmerizing flow
of the Blue Kentucky Moon
Been leadin' the adult life
Got a steady job layin' common brick
Done lassoed hisself a wife
All the folks in town did look and frown
with dubiosity
That inbred fuck with a pickup truck
done got a family
And boy, did Tom and his shoeless wife
and Mother Nature yield:
Tammy, T.C. and Donna Bell,
and a couple of cows in the field
But all was not a Rockwell scene
on Thayer's plot of land
When Thomas T. stepped through that door,
the air was thick as sand
Now, Tommy worked most all the day,
and drunk most all the night
And now and then he'd slap his kids,
and kick his shoeless wife
Tom Thayer bricked up everything;
Steel curtains was his draw
And 'round his family and his life
He'd forged hisself a wall
When mealtime came, the family sat
Kid dared not say a word
And Tommy's wife--pots, pans and all--
be eatin' like a bird
The kids sprung up in just a flash
T.C. growed like his weed
And though Tammy tramped the street for cash
Donna brought home the H.I.V.
From truth, my friends, these words do flow
For I am not alone
(You know how out-of-hand, to get,
these things are mighty prone)
Yes sir, it's true
I seen it all that muggy eve of gloom
Amidst the fierce and grainy glow
of the Blue Kentucky Moon
Tommy'd try from time to time
to visualize amends
But terry-cloth do hardly much
to win a crack'd lens
But Friday night, Tom skipped the bar,
skipped all the way to home
To find his wife's bare feet a-wrapped
'round Mr. Foreman's bone
Stood out a certain certainty
Tom, firm in his resolve
Determined it was time to lay
his greatest wall of all
Ran past the gun and grabbed a glazed
(the workman's favored lot)
Before the sun, the bond did take
a stretch of hill to seal the rot
From truth, my friends, these words do flow
For I am not a loon
A bleak reality pervades
these rancid docks of boon
You bet it's true. I done it all
that sultry night in June
Awash in mesmerizing flow
of the Blue Kentucky Moon
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from Totem Pole (1995),
track released September 21, 1995
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99-year-old white male. Six foot two, three. No pants, unkempt... portly.
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