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The Whole Fam Damnily

by Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band

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1.
Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well, I can’t get ill, I can’t get ill I can’t afford to pay the bill To pay the bill, to pay the bill, to pay the bill, to pay the bill Lord keep me strong, Lord keep me strong Lord keep me strong, Lord keep me strong I can’t get sick, I can’t get sick I can’t afford to fill the script Fill the script, fill the script, fill the script, fill the script Lord keep me right, lord keep me right Lord keep me right, lord keep me right Build my endurance, build my endurance I can’t afford the health insurance The health insurance, the health insurance, The health insurance, the health insurance Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well Lord keep me well, Lord keep me well I can’t get ill, I can’t get ill I can’t afford to pay the bill
2.
I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes Shuck some corn, break some beans Lord knows how I miss them things Round here, way out here I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes The old sweet corn is ripening back home And I’m out here all alone Out here, way out here I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes Papa’s makin’ chili and casserole And I’m out here all alone Out here, way out here I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes Shuck some corn, break some beans Lord knows how I miss them things Round here, way out here I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes The old sweet corn is ripening back home And I’m out here all alone Out here, way out here I want to thank y’all for the food that you made us But it don’t hold a candle to Mama’s fried Potatoes
3.
Worn out memories, and a worn out shoe Guess I’m getting a little, worn out too If there’s one things I’ve learned after all this road Its that you don’t know as much as you thought you know Sometimes I lose, sometimes I get lucky From San Antone to East Kentucky Worn out shirts, worn out pants I’ll wear you out if, I get the chance If theres one things I’ve learned after all this road Its that you don’t know as much as you thought you know Sometimes I lose, sometimes I get lucky From San Antone to East Kentucky Worn out brakes, worn out shocks Worn out pretty much, everything I got If there’s one thing I’ve learned after all this road Its that you don’t know as much as you thought you know Sometimes I lose, sometimes I get lucky From San Antone to East Kentucky.
4.
Whiskey and Vodka ain’t no breakfast food Excuse me won’t ya. I don’t want to be rude You ain’t no angel so I won’t take it back Is it DT’s or the Devil that makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that Hard living hard liquor that ain’t living well Your heart and liver died and gone to hell Angels in heaven they aren’t made like that Is it the DT’s or the Devil that makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that That makes you shake like that
5.
Cops is in Speedway at some trailer park And I’m sittin’ watchin’ on TV, sittin’ in the dark Cops is in Speedway and your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on cops, your Cousin’s On Cops Cops rolls up onto this double wide Camera’s rollin’ goin’ on inside Cops is in speedway and your Cousin’s on cops, your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s On Cops Is someone hurt has someone been killed Naw she took a handful of her baby’s daddy’s momma’s Pills Cops is in speedway and your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s on Cops, your Cousin’s On Cops
6.
In Vietnam he fought a war Came back, lived with his mama until he died at 54 But everybody always swore He could have been so much more But everybody always swore He could have been so much more And the water tower’s heart is sore John Hughes is dead he’s here no more The water tower’s heart is sore John Hughes is dead he’s here no more His Lincoln rolled down union and turned onto main Going down to the post office everyday just the same But everybody always swore He could have been so much more But everybody always swore He could have been so much more And the water tower’s heart is sore John Hughes is dead he’s here no more His Lincoln just sits quiet the town is growing cold John Hughes is dead and we are growing old But everybody always swore He could have been so much more But everybody always swore He could have been so much more And the water tower’s heart is sore John Hughes is dead he’s here no more The water tower’s heart is sore John Hughes is dead he’s here no more In Vietnam he fought a war
7.
Had a good day at the fishin’ hold you filled up your sack But if you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna throw ‘em back Cause there’s PBC’s in the catfish And Mercury in the bass You can’t eat the fish Cause the creeks are all bad Way back in granddad’s day, you caught a fish you’d eat it Gut it, clean it, butter it, and then you would heat it Cause there’s PBC’s in the catfish And Mercury in the bass You can’t eat the fish Cause the creeks are all bad All the folks responsible oughtta be ashamed If it was up to me they would all be hanged Cause there’s PBC’s in the catfish And Mercury in the bass You can’t eat the fish Cause the creeks are all bad
8.
I’ve been gone a long while now But lately I’ve been back around Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back Oh mamma, I think I’ll be traveling now They chew you up and spit you out They never build up they always build out I never thought I’d miss that old hole we used to fish Oh mamma its just a strip mall now Homemade Halloween costume, flour paste instead of glue When things were homemade I used to be so ashamed Now mamma, I couldn’t be more proud Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back Oh mamma, I think I’ll be traveling now Living my life stuck in a van Living in a way you can’t understand Mamma used to say you’ll be president someday Oh mamma how I have let you down They chew you up and spit you out They never build up they always build out I never thought I’d miss that old hole we used to fish Oh mamma its just a strip mall now Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back Oh mamma I think I’ll be traveling now I never thought I’d miss that old hole we used to fish Oh mamma its just a strip mall now Them old days are gone and they ain’t coming back Oh mamma, I think I’ll be traveling now
9.
The hardware and the grocery have gone away But they got low prices everyday Three jobs go they bring in two Whats a working fella supposed to do Walmart killed the Country Store Walmart killed Country Store The factory closed they couldn’t compete With slave labor sweatshops across the sea Put your little town on the map With four football fields of Chinese crap Walmart killed the Country Store Walmart killed the Country Store They discriminate by race and age Won’t pay nobody a living wage Walmart’s here let’s all rejoice Everyone else is gone and we ain’t got a choice Walmart killed Country Store Walmart killed Country Store Walmart killed Country Store Walmart killed Country Store
10.
I’d love you baby, if I could I’d love you baby, I don’t think I should Cause I got another and she does real good I’d love you baby, if I could Can’t love you baby, can’t make you mine Can’t love you baby, no sense in tryin’ Cause I got another, she does just fine Can’t love you baby, can’t make you mine Can’t hold you baby, can’t hold you tight Can’t hold you baby, all through the night Cause I got another and she does me right Can’t hold you baby, all through the night I’d love you baby, if I could I’d love you baby, I don’t think I should Cause I got another and she does real good I’d love you baby, if I could
11.
Found a penny, a penny, its heads up Gonna put it in my shoe, in my shoe, for luck Why is everybody always getting paid but me? Why is everybody always getting paid but me? Reach in my pocket, my pocket, it’s just lent If I get any money, any money, it’s spent Why is everybody always getting paid but me? Why is everybody always getting piad but me? Why is everybody always getting paid but me? Why is everybody always getting piad but me? Giving a percentage, a percentage over there Giving a percentage, a percentage everywhere Why is everybody always getting paid but me? Why is everybody always getting piad but me? Why is everybody always getting paid but me? Why is everybody always getting piad but me?
12.
Cry love and it don’t mean a thing Cry love and no one’s listening What’s mine is yours What’s your ain’t mine You made me the dog you like to whip You made me the captain and sunk the ship What’s mine is yours What’s yours ain’t mine You lie and I’m the one that’s hurt You lie and I have to eat dirt What’s mine is yours What’s yours ain’t mine You made me the dog you like to whip You made me the captain and sunk the ship What’s mine is yours What’s yours ain’t mine What’s mine is yours What’s yours ain’t mine
13.
Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Fried biscuits, fried biscuits, apple butter lord how I miss it. Fried biscuits, fried biscuits, apple butter lord how I miss it. Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Giant fried, giant fried, tenderloin, I know where I’m going Giant fried, giant fried, tenderloin, I know where I’m going Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women Persimmon, persimmon persimmon. Pudding and Hoosier women Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana Woodja wontcha coudja canya take me back to Indiana

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released August 5, 2008

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