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Peter Mack Built A Semi Truck
-Simon Flory
It won't take no truck
It won’t take no semi truck
It won’t take no Peter Mack built a semi truck
To haul these blues away
It won’t take no train
It won’t take no freight train
It won’t take no five mile long twin engine freight train
To haul these blues away
To haul these blues away
Haul these blues away
All I need is little ol’ you standing’ next to me
To haul these blues away
It won’t take no song
It won’t take no Hank Williams song
It won’t take no I’m So Lonesome I could Cry
To haul these blues away
To haul these blues away
Haul these blues away
All I need is little ol’ you standing’ next to me
To haul these blues away
It won’t take no bottle
It won’t take no whiskey bottle
It won’t take no Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Elijah Craig, and Pappy Van Winkle was a Wild Turkey bottle
To haul these blues away
Haul these blues away
All I need is little ol’ you standing’ next to me
To haul these blues away
To haul these blues away
Haul these blues away
All I need is little ol’ you standing’ next to me
To haul these blues away
Haul these blues away
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Learning How To Talk
04:41
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Learning How To Talk
-Simon Flory
I’m gonna talk even though you’re not listening
And I won’t stop because I don’t know how
I’m gonna stand right here like a P.O. Box
And quit chasing clouds
I’m gonna go to Kentucky
And get drunk with my sister like when we were 13
Watch the rain come across the fields
Water the garden weeds
Rust on the fenders, holes in the floorboards
Sitting between Papa and Ma
Shifting gears and learning how to talk
You gotta wake up before school
Chop holes in the ice because it froze through
The electric fence is a metronome
Keeping time and my mule at home
Billy’s got a map to where the ditch weed grows
We’re gonna mow it all down and be rich by tomorrow
There’s an accident up at the mill
Some work forever and some never will
Rust on the fenders, holes in the floorboards
Sitting between Papa and Ma
Shifting gears and learning how to talk
I’ve seen a man beg on his knees
And on a still day I see him looking back at me
Don’t hate the ones who take life from you
The wind will kick up and you’ll be gone for good
I don’t want whiskey off the top shelf
I want an unbroke heart and nothing else
There’s a tell-tale sign that I won’t win
I’m gonna talk even though you’re not listening
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Walking Stick
-Simon Flory and Daisy O’Connor
I’m a walking stick
I used to have six legs
I’m knocking at your door
Cause I want you more
I lost a leg fighting for you
I feel no pain
From the wind and the rain
Postman came again
Love letters from your new friend
I lost a leg fighting for you
I can’t go home
Cause you are my home
Now I’m down
To my last leg
Propped up against your door
But I’m still knockin
Because I want you more
I lost a leg fighting for you
I can’t go home
Cause you are my home
Darlin’ you are my home
I lost a leg fighting for you
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The More You Talk (The Less I Hear)
-Simon Flory
I got to work in the morning you stay in bed
I work them fingers to the bone and come home half dead
Then it’s cold beer for supper and what you wanna do
Fight on the front porch under an Ozark moon
The more you talk the less I hear
You tell me that you’re leaving you holler that you’re gone
You scream there ain’t no picket fence could keep you at home
There’s just one to many of us in this single wide
14 by 72 feet of lies
The more you talk the less I hear
I woke up this morning you were really gone
I guess I didn’t hear you sing that same leaving song
Now the neighbors are talking and I bet your mama’s proud
I won’t shed a tear when the auctioneer throws the gavel down
The more you talk the lease I hear
Day and night it’s dark in this city where I sing
Half barbaric twang it comes from my banjo strings
There’s no one here but me so i fight with myself
And miss you like the devil misses you down in hell
The more you talk the less I hear
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Big Bad Lover
03:48
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Big Bad Lover
-Simon Flory
It’s Friday night I’m all alone
Thinking’ on her drinking at home
I don’t cry on her memory
Cause it’s been years since she’s been gone
I was big I was bad
She was big she was bad bad bad
But you can find good and they will get smaller
The farther you get from your big bad lover
I would lie and she would lie
We lived our lives by a gaslight
Where you can try but never see
An escape from misery
I was big I was bad
She was big she was bad bad bad
But you can find good and they will get smaller
The farther you get from your big bad lover
Now the bottle’s dry and I’m haunted by
Shadows that cling to passers by
I’ve learned to climb from the darkness deep
To apparitions of reality
I was big I was bad
She was big she was bad bad bad
But you can find good and they will get smaller
The farther you get from your big bad lover
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If My Mule Had Wings
02:52
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If My Mule Had Wings
-Simon Flory
If my mule had wings my mule would fly
If my mule had wings he’d be high
But he trods this lowly ground
And he wails this mournful sound
As I cut the red clay following behind
If my mule could sing my mule wouldn’t cry
If my mule could sing his eyes would dry
So I sing to my mule this high and lonesome tune
As I cut the red clay following behind
My mule has dreams he can sing and he can fly
My mule has dreams like you and I
So follow your dreams be a singing mule with wings
Don’t let them tell you how to live your life
As you cut the red clay following behind
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Hogback Road
02:31
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Hogback Road
-Simon Flory and Zach Schmidt
Down in Virginia I found my soul
Where the devil lives on Hogback Road
Scrapple in the skillet and corn to hoe
Way down yonder on Hogback Road
I’ve lived here 12 long years
I’ve had nothing to fear
I’m a friend of the devil he’s a friend of mine
I don’t mind his capes hanging out on the line
Route 666
He’s got a light for your smoke when you need a fix
I consider myself a lucky man
Cause I don’t adhere to any old plan
It’s like he’s here and then he’s gone
Never been seen on Sunday morning
Route 666
We go fishing on the river Styx
Preacher man came snooping around
Asked me son have the lord you found
I said the lord don’t live on Hogback Road
It’s my wife Eve, the devil and me, capes on the line no water into wine
Light for your smoke, cash when you’re broke, fish the river Styx and get your kicks on
Route 666
So you better get gone before you get tricked
You never get gone before you get tricked
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Atoka
04:05
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Atoka
-Simon Flory
Atoka I wanna roll slow but I ain’t gonna stop until where that Red River flows
When I see that Wardville sign welcome to Stringtown you’re way behind
Let’s drive until the maintenance ends we’ll sit on the hood and talk like friends
That’s one thing we ain’t done yet
Like Reba and Lane and the Choctaw strong the human condition we get right and wrong
Bags we never unpack a hook in every town to hang my hat
Let’s do something different tonite not get drunk and start to fight
Whisper my name I forget how it sounds
When I’m driving I’m a little less of a fool
Indian Turnpike take me home to you
Prisoners playing baseball it don’t get much more American than that
The Ozarks in the fall bury me where my heart is at
I’d stop in Tulsa for a few days but it’s Sunday night and I just got paid
And I want to see the stars in your eyes
When I’m driving I’m a little less of a fool
Indian Turnpike take me home to you
Headed Southwest I’ve done my best to rise and fall like my childhood quest
To fill another blank page I’m writing your name down every day
The horizon stretches ahead I’m gonna lay down before I’m dead
I know I say that all the time like everything else I say
When I’m driving I’m a little less of a fool
Indian Turnpike take me home to you
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Have Your Adventure
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Have Your Adventure
-Simon Flory
Circumnavigate the United States in a thousand dollar car with expired plates
Bungee off a bridge or jump out of a plane they can never take that away
They’ll give you debt they’ll give you lies heartache and pain
When hard times come and they’ll come for sure
You can fold your hands or drink down a cure
But always remember these three words
Have your adventure
You can have it in high school or later in life
Be relatively subdued or go hog-wild
Meet a new best friend or the love of your life
It might last a week or half a lifetime
It’s never too late to make your hay while the sun shines
When hard times come and they’ll come for sure
You can fold your hands or drink down a cure
But always remember these three words
Have your adventure
Let me witness for a moment like the preacher man
And give you directions to the Promised Land
It’s a lot of back roads and mostly dead ends
To have your adventure
When hard times come and they’ll come for sure
You can fold your hands or drink down a cure
But always remember these three words
Have your adventure
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Spanish Fandango
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Simon Flory Fort Worth, Texas
It takes a perceptive ear to translate icons of a mythical “Americana” into the daily textures of real human lives, and Flory does it with the sincerity of early country music. His compositions are as much short-story sketches as they are songs, each populated – like the locales that inspire them – with those among us who have few choices. ... more
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