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Doubter's Blues
02:53
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I’m gonna get me some religion
I’m gonna throw my hands and shout
I’m gonna get me some religion
I’m gonna throw my hands and shout
I’m gonna go down to the river and wash away my doubt.
I’m gonna change my way of thinking
I’m gonna look out to the east
I’m gonna change my way of thinking
I’m gonna look out to the east
I’m gonna sit down at the table and partake of the feast.
I’m gonna give away my troubles
We all deserve a second chance
I’m gonna give away my troubles
We all deserve a second chance
I’m gonna stand and face the darkness and clap my hands and dance.
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Don’t bring it to my table
don’t want it, don’t need it
Don’t bring it to my table
don’t want it, don’t need it
Don’t try to shove that garbage down my throat
I can smell it, yeah it’s no good!
So don’t bring it to my table
In other words, baby, I don’t want your cookin’ anymore.
Don’t slip it in my lunch box
don’t want it, don’t need it
Don’t slip it in my lunch box
don’t want it, don’t need it
Don’t try to push your rotten goods on me
You can’t trick me, yeah I’m no fool!
So don’t slip it in my lunch box
In other words, baby, I don’t want your cookin’ anymore.
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Limousine
03:21
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They say the country’s busted but the kids don’t understand.
Now they’re getting restless waitin’, waitin’ on their man.
They say the house we trusted was a temple built on sand.
Now they take it to the street, they’re waitin’ on their man.
He came in a limousine, in a limousine!
In a limousine he came, in a limousine!
There’s no one left to turn to, nobody but the thief.
The very one who cheats and binds us offers us relief.
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Three Hens
04:38
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Three little hens
all in a row
Three little hens
and I was a crow.
Three little hens
all in a line
Three little hens
and the sun, it shined.
Holding on the best I can
as I try and understand
why I let it slip away.
The sea and the sky are blue
my heart is that color too
and I will be alone today.
Three little hens
all on my mind
Three little hens
the life I left behind.
Three little hens
carved out of wood
Three little hens
gone for good.
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5. |
She Sold Me Out
04:14
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I’m in a hard way, she sold me out.
I’m in a hard way, she sold me out.
Now my world’s
Turned upside down
I can’t tell a blue sky
From the dirty ground
I’m full of self doubt, she sold me out!
I’m in a bad place, she did this to me.
I’m in a bad place, she did this to me.
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Coyote! Coyote!
02:58
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Coyote! Coyote! I hear your moans!
Come little doggie, pick through my bones.
I was a bad man, lived a life of sin,
ain’t got no grave now to rest in.
Coyote! Coyote! On the ground I rot!
They just left me where I got shot.
Out in the darkness I see your red eyes glow.
My flesh is yours now, this I know.
Coyote! Coyote! I feel so young!
I never thought this day would come.
Now I’m stretched out on the cold, cold ground
and there’s a lonesome moaning all around.
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7. |
The Late Shift Blues
03:56
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Every night I drag myself to work
and most weeks I barely see the sun.
And those long, lonely hours take their toll on a man
but they say someday my time will come.
For twenty years I’ve kept that awful pace
and though I never miss a day
some don’t recognize my face.
Ah! the last of seven children
I’ve been behind in every race —
I suppose I’ve always known my place.
I was told to live according to the rule
that the land we all live in is fair.
A man takes what he is given, earns his living with his hands;
he won’t die rich but he don’t care.
I once believed in never seeking aid
that independence was a virtue
I’d be rewarded coz I stayed.
I believed an honest hour
for every honest dollar made.
It turns out honest men just never get paid.
They’ll make a grown man pee in a cup.
They’d put a camera in his bedroom if they could.
Ah! but don’t you try an’ fight it, coz the law is on their side;
you will work and you will never feel good.
But I’m free and I guess I should be glad —
free to find some other job
or stay lonely, hurt, and mad.
And now I ask myself
how’d it ever get this bad?
I'm more scared of my boss than my dad.
And I wanna feel the heat of the earth.
I don't want my soul to grow cold.
But I also gotta know one day that I’ll look back
and be proud of my life when I'm old.
So every night I pay my dues;
I believe ‘em when they say
that it ain’t no shame to lose.
And every day when I get home
I drown myself with booze
and wonder why I feel so used.
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8. |
Heart String Bound
05:13
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You like to dress up in fancy clothes
and you like to go out at night
You like the stock room to powder your nose
and you like the electric lights
I’m sick of losing sleep
sick of these bruises on my feet
I don’t wanna lose you to the weekend street
you play an ugly game.
You like me to buy you that pink champagne
and you like to think it ain’t got a price
You like to know everybody’s name
and you like pretending that they’re all nice
I’m sick of watching my back
sick of falling behind the pack
I’m sick of wondering just where you’re at
you play an ugly game.
God damn you play an ugly game!
You like when strangers watch you dance
you like to breathe the smoke in the air
You like the timbre of a dark romance
you like its whisper in your hair
I’m sick of chasing you down
sick of you draggin’ my name in the ground
I’m sick of feeling heart string bound
you play an ugly game.
God damn you play an ugly game!
Babe, you play an ugly game.
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9. |
Waiting For You
03:02
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God said to his son, “there’s nothing after you die
but I still love you, so I want you to lie:
There’s a place for the sick
There’s a place for the sad ones, too
There’s hope for the cheated and the abused
It’s waiting for you.
No reward for the good, and the wicked get away.
For all it’s the same, still I want you to say:
There’s a place for the sick
There’s a place for the sad ones, too
There’s hope for the cheated and the abused
It’s waiting for you.”
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10. |
Crime
03:19
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Go ahead, babe, ask your friends
go on see what they have to say.
While you’re at it, ask your daddy
tell him I never was afraid.
Just don’t treat me like a stranger.
The way you keep me waiting, it’s a crime.
You can wear that leopard print dress
oh, and pretend that you didn’t know!
You can counter all my advances
even though it gets me low :(
Just don’t treat me like a stranger.
The way you keep me waiting, it’s a crime.
And I’ll get down, yeah I’ll get down on my knees.
And I’ll get down, yeah I’ll get down on my knees.
On my knees!
On my knees!
On my knees!
If I move fast it’s because I’m running
I don’t wanna get left behind.
If I seem desperate, it’s because I’m crazy
and babe I got you on my mind.
So just don’t treat me like a stranger,
the way you keep me waiting!
Just don’t treat me like a stranger.
The way you keep me waiting, it’s a crime.
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The Big Bend Pittsburgh
Chet Vincent is a singer-songwriter from PGH, PA. His current bands are:
The Music
Industry
(rock/folk/psych)
Shop Til U Drop
(garage)
Former Projects:
The Big Bend
(rock/blues)
Biirdwatcher
(acoustic/folk)
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