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You Are The Age
02:33
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"You Are The Age"
Written by Mallory Graham and Scott Tyler
Copyright 2016 Penny Jar Publishing (SESAC)
You are the age that I thought you'd be,
As young as my hands and as old as my feet.
You are so small I can't see you at all,
As young as I am and as old as I used to be.
The moon is made of same as you--
And the mouse in my bed,
She/he/they will eat you right out of my head.
I put you into the kitchen drawer,
Close to the sink and far from the door.
In one year's time you opened just fine,
But you had to go, you couldn't live here no more.
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2. |
The Rambler
03:52
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This just in floating down the Cumberland
Writers wrong, singer's song
He'll say "steer your dark ships through the dead of night
Pennies laid down in both your eyes
Pitch and roll and crash on in
From the Cumberland."
There he spins down by the Cumberland
Like a song to ferry on
Grabbing catfish tails in the day's moonlight
Mark Twain calling from the starboard side
Drunk as a stone that fell on in
Into the Cumberland
Lead me...
Oh Rambler lead me on
It's sink or swim down by the Cumberland
Rising stars with shark toothed scars
He'll say "I watched this river for a hundred years
Hellion high waters for each singer's tears
Take your love and jump on in
Into the Cumberland."
Lead me...
Oh Rambler lead me on
This just in floating down the Cumberland
Rambler's Blues, wandering shoes
He'll say "I wrote that story, I wrote that song
I wrote that ache in your traveling bones."
We're all waiting on a word to float on in
From the Cumberland
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3. |
Talking Singing In A Bar
03:19
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Years back there was a murder on music row
Now we got ourselves a network TV show
Songwriters can't pay their rent
And you can watch it on your TV set or HULU video
Hey Bartender!
A whiskey neat!
Pass around the tip jar 'cause we got no guarantee!
The bat tower is looking out at us tonight
With promise of change under Broadway's lights-
Mother Church please let us in,
We promise you our next of kin to sing on your radio show
Hey Bartender!
A vodka please!
Someone's got a bachelor party on table 23!
Hey Bartender!
One rum, please!
I got no happy birthdays left to sing inside of me!
Got ourselves a wildcard in the front row,
Someone to the left of stage has got a new iPhone.
No matter what ESPN team that we seem to be up against again,
We're always 5 and oh, oh, oh, oh....we're not winning though.
Hey Bartender...Tequila please.
Hey Bartender...A gin martini.
Hey Bartender...a cosmopolitan.
Hey Bartender...a 7 and 7.
Hey Bartender...I'll drink your Bud Light Lime.
Hey Bartender...your sourest white wine.
Hey Bartender...I'll drink up your bottom shelf.
Hey Bartender... we could use a little help.
Hey Bartender... a little something please.
Whatever you've slung for the lowest wrung
won't you sling one more for me.
Whatever you've slung for the lowest wrung
won't you sling one more for me...and I'll sing one more for me.
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Sacred Alchemy
by Kelsey Pray, Mallory Graham, and Scott Tyler
Like River I’m on the quickest path down.
Like River I’m carving my name in the ground.
Like River I’m moving the dirt from the mound.
No stone thrown, no fallen oak gonna dam me up now
On bed shore I’m biding my time on the ground.
On bed shore I’m hiding whispers from those who are trawling around.
On bed shore I’m rippling the sight of the sound.
No derelict no fishing line gonna hold me up now.
Hold me up now. Hold me up now,
Hold me up now. Hold me up now.
Like water can’t fall down this tap on my own.
Like water, I wash down the sink and the soap.
Like water, drains just another way round.
I got a home in the clouds someday I’m gonna come back down.
Come back down. I’m gonna come back down.
Come back down. I’m gonna come back down. Oooooo
No precipice no sycamore. No jetsam, no holy war.
I got a home in the clouds some day I’m gonna come back down.
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5. |
If I Was A Hippopotamus
02:08
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If I was a hippopotamus,
If I was a kangaroo,
If I was a black rhinoceros-us
I'd still be loving you.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
I would splish-splash in the water,
I would hip-hop 'round the room,
I don't know what black rhinoceroses do
If they can't have you.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
Won't you stop your zebra striping
And babble like a big baboon?
I'll octo-put my arms around you--
We'll have such a hullabaloo-baloooooo.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo...
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6. |
Silver Maple
03:15
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“Silver Maple”
Written by Mallory Graham and Scott Tyler
Copyright Penny Jar Publishing 2016
There’s a silver maple growing in our yard,
Set still through snow to show our single city’s star--
Now hibernation’s over, look at where we are.
There’s a silver maple growing in our yard.
We are not too young to love a pretty song,
We are not too old to sell our souls to Rock’n’Roll--
Now sing me this one over, the newer we become.
We are not too young to love a pretty song.
CHORUS:
And if you must get lost,
Should it be far from home--
Send a familiar song
Of you and your brown eyes.
Black flies pushing on our screen door.
No Junebug waits for summer’s coming, anymore.
Last summer we had nothing but a bottle and your porch,
And the black flies pushing on your screen door.
CHORUS
We sleep through the night with the dead and gone,
Where the wolves still bark and are howling out their song.
Oh, roll me over, darling, and tell me I’m the one--
Where the dead are gone, but they won’t be gone long.
CHORUS
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7. |
Christmas Kookies
02:43
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I tried to write a song about our sweet little family,
I thought you'd sing along here around the Christmas tree.
But as I got to cooking up the perfect recipe--
We might be a half-baked bunch of Christmas Kookies.
Some of us are underdone,
Add a little sarcasm to make it fun.
We might be nuts, but
It's been sweet to be in this
Red hot seat with this bunch.
(Add a little crazin' in for crunch).
Some of us are lumpier,
Than we used to be.
And grumpier,
But more informed, you see.
Take those gingerbread arms
And hug it out with me.
(If that don't work,
We can hug a tree).
I tried to write a song about our little family.
Some of us are raisin' Hell, and some of us are raisin filled.
Before you gingersnap at me, just check the recipe.
It's just not Christmas without this half baked family.
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8. |
The People Need A Show
03:30
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You stepped right up and bought tent
With the Tattooed Lady and a Man Who Can Pay His Rent
On time-- most of the time, anyhow.
Pack up our dog, they'll never know--
Like the Chow for the lion in that story you told.
We'll never fool the kids, but we can fool the ones we love.
And if I'm a poor man's fire breather,
And you're a rich man's lion tamer,
Then, baby, let's give the people a show!
Write to your Ma, give her my best,
Tell her the Tattooed Lady has taken your heart for her chest--
You won't be coming home lonely, anymore.
I'll leave my ex-mess ten towns far--
Ch-ch-ch-check for the tickets on this runaway car,
And then I'll acrobat into your arms and we can have a loving start again.
And if I'm a World Class Tight Rope Walker,
And you're a Top Sales Ticket Talker,
Then, baby, let's give the people a show!
And if I'm a World Class Tight Rope Walker,
And you're a Top Sales Ticket Talker,
And I'm a Poor Man's Fire Breather,
And you're a Rich Man's Lion Tamer,
And I'm for you,
And you're for me,
Then, baby, let's give the people a show!
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The Rough & Tumble Nashville, Tennessee
The Rough & Tumble are a dumpster-folk/thriftstore Americana band consisting of Mallory Graham and Scott Tyler. Only This Far, their latest full length record is out May 12, 2023. "The bottom line is these are just quality songs, well written, well played, well sung and arranged, and a pleasure from start to end."- AmericanaUK ... more
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