Songs of the GOURDS

I Like Drinking – Gourds

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And I smoke reefer a’do much the same Between me and you – there’s ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do to untangle these ties with you How much sweet life

Rugged Roses – Gourds

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in silence let them ring the precious humming of our hearts in silence let them sing may our phantoms find there places where ever that may be let only

I ate the Haggis – Gourds

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By and by Hallelujah I ate the Haggis, Now I Feel like a cat on the warm hood of a car that’s just done driving on a cold winter’s

Jesus Christ with Signs Following – Gourds

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serpents in the air. Hellbent on heaven bound, your earthly end is near. Guarded by the divine, we’re practicin’ our faith. There’s more than chance at work here, or

Ghosts of Hallelujah – Gourds

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So keep yer matches handy and wait to see if when The ghosts of hallelujah trickle through the walls brandishing the wrong words nail the cursings in the hall

Cold Bed – Gourds

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than he has seemed in nights before skinless face and yellow heart, he hesitates and I wait All my stories are about the same things I find so many

Lament – Gourds

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and I don’t guess that would be a lie I could tell you that I was church of christ and I don’t guess you could prove me wrong so

Ziggy Stardust – Gourds

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The spiders from Mars, he played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes

Waterbag – Gourds

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The milky globes of Sunday The son of a donkey Is a son of donkey Oooo we all come down the mountain accordingly Oooo we all come down the

Meat off the Bone – Gourds

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I’ve been callin’ my mama on the telephone I’ve been cookin’ lots of chicken on the kitchen stove And pulin’ a’meat right off the bone I’ve been sendin’ letters