Big Dog's Runnin' This Town
All your life
you’ve had a dream of fame and fortune, celebrity.
On a race to the top, you can’t get off the ground.
Hey little dog, the big dog’s runnin’ this town.
Pound the pavement
and, hit the streets, knock on the doors, don’t hear a peep.
Nobody knows you; you ain’t paid your dues.
Heads up dog it’s time you heard the news.
The big dogs runnin,
The big dogs runnin’
The big dogs runnin’, The big dogs runnin’
Look out little pup the big dogs runnin’ this town.
Another freak in a
three ring circus;
Lost in the crowd you forget your purpose
Listen to me man, you don’t know what’s goin’ ‘round.
Look out little dog, the big dog’s runnin’ this town.
Busted flat, in New
York City
Down on your luck now ain’t it a pity
Got a one way ticket on a ship of fools.
Look out little dog, it’s time you learn the rules.
The big dogs runnin’,
The big dogs runnin’
The big dogs runnin’, The big dogs runnin’
Look out little dog the big dogs runnin’ this town.
Sinking fast in a
drowning pool
Learning things they never taught in school
Now welcome to the city, you’re big time bound.
Look out little dog, big dog’s runnin’ this town.
The big dogs runnin…
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music
Ting Tang Bang
Wolf is on
the prowl, howlin’ at the moon
The wolf is on the prowl, hear my big bad boom
When I feel the pain, gotta have my ting, tang, bang
Mischief on my mind,
mad dog runnin’ wild.
Got mischief on my mind, help me honey child.
When you strut your thing, I gotta have that ting, tang, bang
Solo...
Chicken in the barn
yard, rooster’s gonna crow.
The chick is in the barn yard, roof is gonna blow.
The bells are gonna ring, when I get my ting, tang, bang
Back door man a
creepin’, knockin’ on your door
Back door man a weepin’, lookin’ for some more
It don’t mean a thing, without that ting tang bang.
It don’t mean a thing, without that ting tang...
Ting Tang Bang!!
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music
Subliminal Criminal
He's a Subliminal Criminal, a lyin' scamp
a profile offender, a renowned tramp
Subliminal Criminal, don't give a damn
got the whole wide world in the palm of his hands
Exquisitely ruthless, he's poised for attack
hides in plain site, so dapper in black
Bigger than Dallas, he walks in the room
takes the stage, and lowers the boom
The rascal
meets the weasel with a bogus refrain
to claim the turf, of the clinically insane
Flap jack, pork hats and clove cigarettes
bet your bottom dollar you ain't seen nothing yet.
He's a
Subliminal Criminal, a lyin' scamp
a profile offender, a renowned tramp
Subliminal Criminal, don't give a damn
got the whole wide world in the palm of his hands
Hot on the
scent, of cheap perfume
chat up the suckers, and watch them swoon
Snaggletooth, whisky breath, set up the kill
He lured you in, put your cash in the till
He's a
subliminal Criminal, a lyin' scamp
A profile offender, a renowned tramp
Subliminal Criminal, don't give a damn
got the whole wide world in the palm of his hands
Words and Music:
Victor Wainwright/Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music/Stephen Leslie
Dees Music
Walk Away My Blues
When opposing views collide, blow up in your face.
Crazy people screamin’ and shoutin’ all over the place, and tell
you what to do and who you should be. [That don’t get it with
me]
I put on my walkin’ shoes and do what comes naturally. [Listen
to me]
Turn around walk
away I don’t hear what they say.
Turn around walk away take it easy for a change.
Turn around start walkin’, walk away my blues.
I won’t live inside
a prison, built by society,
Where everybody’s got your number and I want my privacy!
I won’t abide by rude behavior, people talking out the sides of
their mouth
(That I can do without)
I’ve got a little secret, I’m taking me a different route [there
ain’t no doubt]
Turn around walk
away I don’t hear what they say.
Turn around walk away take it easy for a change.
Turn around start walkin’, walk away my blues.
It’s so sad to bear
witness, to those lost in the dark
Lighten up your life, take a stroll through the park
Avoid all the confusion, and leave all your troubles behind
(Change your state of mind)
Put one foot in
front the other…..move on down the line
Chorus out…
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton
Wainwright Music
Dixie Highway
Big wheels a turnin’, smell rubber burnin’
Big wheels a turnin’ down Dixie Highway.
Goin’ down yonder, hear my thunder.
Goin’ down yonder on Dixie Highway.
I can hear my momma
call, come get your hot corn bread. [I can hear her call]
Son you’d better wash your hands and say your prayers. [that’s
what you gotta do]
Be thankful for what he has given, on these southern roads
you’re makin’ a livin’ down Dixie Highway.
Don’t court
disaster, beware the master, get there much faster down Dixie
Highway.
Blue lights flashin’, knee jerk reaction
speed is my passion on Dixie Highway.
Take me where the tall grass grows, on a shallow sea.
[That’s where I wanna be]
Okeechochobee deep in my soul, and she’s callin’ me.
Lead me back to where I was born, early on a winter’s morn. Down
Dixie Highway.
Goin’ down yonder,
hear my thunder.
Goin’ down yonder on Dixie Highway
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music
Weeds
I’m a farmer by trade, I work on the land.
Make a good livin’ with my two hands.
Till the soil, plant some trees.
Without hard work nothin’ grows but weeds.
Chase away the
crows, raise me a crop.
Count my blessings for what I’ve got.
Dig down deep plant them seeds.
Without hard work nothin’ grows but weeds.
Improve my life,
cultivate my brain.
Watch the blossoms grow, in the gentle rain. (Rain on me now)
Spread the word, let
every one know.
What you reap is what you sow.
Share with your neighbor, do good deeds.
Without hard work nothin’ grows but weeds.
Improve your life,
cultivate your brain.
Watch the blossoms grow, in the gentle rain. (Hallelujah now)
Plant a garden, as
soon as you can.
Make a good living with your two hands.
Till some soil, plant some trees.
Without hard work nothin’ grows but weeds,
Without hard work nothin’ grows but weeds...
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton
Wainwright Music
Little Ole' Shack
Hey good friends, I have got to tell you about this crazy juke
joint.
This little ole’ place way back up in the country.
They have got a party going there on from dusk til dawn.
Come with me for a moment, and let me tell you about it.
It’s the little ole’
shack up on the hill, about a half a mile from the whiskey still
I’m goin’ up yonder, gonna get my fill, set a cherry pie on the
window sill
The preacher won’t like it, but your daddy sure will
The little ole’ shack up on the hill.
Cut the cake, grease
the griddle
Blow off some steam, play that fiddle
Deal the cards and a roll them dice
Let it ride man, now don’t you think twice
Hey big spender you can’t leave this place alone
No no you can’t leave it alone.
The little ole’
shack up on the hill, about a half a mile from the whiskey still
I’m goin’ up yonder, gonna get my fill, set a cherry pie on the
window sill
The preacher won’t like it, but your daddy sure will
The little ole’ shack up on the hill.
Big Mamacita she
runs the place
Carries herself with style and grace
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
Ain’t nothing like Mamacita’s caboose.
Hey big spender you can’t leave this place alone
No no you can’t leave it alone.
Chorus…
A slip
of the tongue, A punch in the jaw
Hear that siren?, Here comes the law
Run for cover, Slip out the back
Catch a ride, In my Cadillac
Hey big spender it's time we get on home
Don’t cha know we'll be back before long!
To the little ole' shack......
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music
Lit Up
Lit up, I’m a burnin’ flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey you’re to blame
Who’s your daddy, all lit up.
Ya sizzle when you
shake, I tremble when you move
I can feel your heat, smokin’ in the groove
Hot sticky sweet, drippin’ with sweat
Light me up baby I’m your
cigarette
Lit up, I’m a burnin’
flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey you’re to blame
Who’s your daddy, all lit up.
I’m pure dynamite,
set to explode
Highly combustible, I’m ready to go.
Sound the alarm, there’s trouble down below.
Great balls of fire, I’m your rock let’s roll.
Lit up, I’m a burnin’
flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey you’re to blame
Who’s your daddy, all lit up.
Momma used to say,
don’t play with fire
But she never told me of loves desire
So turn up the heat, I’m ready to burn.
I’m a bad boy and I’ll never learn. No I’ll never learn.
Lit up, I’m a burnin’
flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey you’re to blame
Who’s your daddy, all lit up.
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton
Wainwright Music
Our Last Goodbye
We’ve come to the
end of a long rocky road
Standing at the crossroads, which way do we go
It’s so hard now baby, when love is over.
Cruel words spoken,
dirty deeds have been done
But darlin’ that’s not us, only what we’ve become
Ain’t it hard now baby, sure can get to you
So hard now, no more me and you
Damned if we do,
damned if we don’t
Ain’t no use for us to keep on tryin’
Come on admit it; look me in the eye.
It’s time for our last goodbye.
I believe it’s a
sin, you know it’s a crime
To waste each others life, livin’ a lie
We gotta do right, there’s a better way.
Living in denial is
no way to live,
let’s lay it on the line now something’s got to give
We’ve gotta do right and just walk away
We gotta do right girl, only one thing left to say.
We’re damned if we
do, damned if we don’t
Ain’t no use for us to keep on tryin’
Come on admit it; look me in the eye.
It’s time for our last goodbye.
We’ve tried so many
times, fought the good fight
But all our good intentions weren’t enough, to make it right.
Ain’t it hard now baby, sure can get to you
So hard now, I’ve never felt so blue.
Chorus out
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees
Copyright © Stephen Leslie Dees Music 2010
Don't Doubt It 'ce est bon'
We’ve come a mighty long way, to be with you today
We made it just in time, and that’s a very good sign
So put your hands together, no don’t you be shy
We’re gonna have a celebration, ain’t it good to be alive
Don’t doubt it,
Don’t doubt it; ‘ce est bon’, it’s so good
Don’t doubt it, Don’t doubt it; ‘ce est bon’
On the job and
workin’ hard, pushin’ paper, payin’ bills.
Life can be a struggle [yes lord] just to get on up that hill.
It’s time to count your blessings, and have a little fun.
Come revel in jubilation, this party’s just begun!
Don’t doubt it,
Don’t doubt it; ‘ce est bon’, it’s so good
Don’t doubt it, Don’t doubt it; ‘ce est bon’
Wait a minute little
sister, what’s that look upon your face?
Now don’t cha wanna join in, come on help us rock this place.
You gotta get yourself together, get on up ‘n’ out on the floor
Come on and boogie with the band, that’s what we’re all here
for
Don’t doubt it,
Don’t doubt it; ‘ce est bon’, it’s so good
Don’t doubt it, Don’t doubt it; ‘ce est bon’, ‘ce est bon’
When you feel a
little low; and life’s just a mess
Come on and take a ride, on our blues express.
Grab yourself a partner, come on and get on board.
We’re gonna ride this train till we can’t ride no more.
Chorus out…
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton
Wainwright Music
Coin Operated
Alright fellas, now gather round, I need a WildRoots meeting.
Ya see I got this little girl and she’s been nothin’ but trouble
She’s taken every dollar I got
I wrote this little song about it, help me out here.
I got a coin
operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
She won’t be satisfied til she’s taken everything I got
A night on the town
boys, she’ll complain about the wine
A night on the town boys, she’ll complain about the wine
Everybody but her is havin’ a really good time.
Yeah, I take her on a cruise boys; she’ll complain about the sun
A top dollar cruise boys and she’ll complain about the sun
Everybody but her is havin’ a whole lot of fun
I got a coin
operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
She won’t be satisfied til she’s taken everything I got.
It’s my turn here,
now hold it.
You see I only got 88 keys, she’s trying to take some of them
too
I got a coin
operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
She won’t be satisfied til she’s taken everything I got
Ah easy come easy go, there she goes
Hey fellas you got any change, I sure could use some about now…
Words and Music:
Victor Wainwright/Greg Gumpel
Copyright © 2010 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music
Pile of Blues
I can’t begin to tell you about the shape I’m in
My hands are shaky and my constitutions thin
I went and put my big foot right in it again
I had way too much
to drink last night
Can’t quite remember what I did, but I’m sure it wasn’t right
All the things they said I said, got me wishin’ I was dead
A disheveled
appearance, my first clue
Suspicious remnants left on my shoes
I guess what they said must surely be true
I done stepped in a big pile of blues (pile of blues)
My vision impaired I
couldn’t see where I was goin’.
Due to my condition I had no way of knowin’; that I’d wake up on
the bathroom floor this mornin’.
I freely admit this
wasn’t me at my best, well I’ve seen better days, but then
there’s the rest.
One more failed sobriety test; I’ve got myself in an awful nasty
mess.
I shouldn’t of had that one last drink, all my ambition’s goin’
down the sink.
Bad behavior led me to the brink. I done stepped in a big pile
of blues.
Now every dog has
its day, [that’s what they say] and every child must play.
But too often this ole boy gets so very carried away.
And I get to thinking… maybe I should change what I do and give
up that booze.
I am a victim of my excess. Fell off the wagon and outta’ the
nest, I stumbled over the 12th step, I done stepped
in a big pile of blues
I done stepped in a
big pile of blues
I done stepped in a big pile of blues
Words and
Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton
Wainwright Music
Honky Tonk Heaven
I know a juke joint on the edge of town
Not too classy, a little run down
Dust on the floor, smoke in the air
Your troubles float away when you walk in there
Some are getting’ loose, some are gettin’ tight
Everybody here is high as a kite
We’re gonna raise a
little hell in the honky tonk heaven tonight.
You’re a sweet
little girl, cute as you can be
But you bring out the devil in me
I’m no sinner, I’m no saint
You’re built like a Caddy with a new coat of paint
You’re a vision of heaven, a glorious site
You ain’t wearin’ wings, but you’re an angel alright
We’re gonna raise a
little hell in the honky tonk heaven tonight.
Up on high Gabriel
blow your horn
Now don’t be shy knockin’ down heavens door
Burn boogie blues
til the break of dawn
Turn up the heat, the fever is on
Now don’t be square, take my advice
Have yourself a little slice of paradise
Tell Saint Peter, it’s alright,
the pearly gates are comin’ down tonight
We’re gonna raise a
little hell in the honky tonk heaven tonight.
Up on high Gabriel
blow your horn
Now don’t be shy knockin’ down heavens door
I know a juke joint on the edge of town
Not too classy, a little run down
Dust on the floor, smoke in the air
Your troubles float away when you walk in there
Tell Saint Peter, it’s alright, the pearly gates are comin’ down
tonight
Chorus Out…
Words and Music:
Stephen Dees, Victor Wainwright and Billy C. Wirtz
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton
Wainwright Music
Let It Be the Same
Was it a matter, of something I might have said?
Have I make you angry, did I make you mad?
We can start over, over, if our love remains.
If it’s all the same to you, let it be the same.
The promise made of
London, was an answer to all our prayers
Those sleeping city rooftops; those indecisive stares.
We can start over, over, with one compassionate gaze.
If it’s all the same to you, let it be the same.
All I have is your
love. All I have, is my love..
Life made a joke of
you, and auctioned you off
You felt rejected, so often judged.
We can start over, over; grow closer to the flame
If it’s all the same to you, let it be the same.
If it’s all the same to you, let it be the same.
Words and Music:
Victor Wainwright/Weston Bradigan
Special thanks to Stephen Dees and Nick Black
Copyright © 2010 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music |
