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Don’t Water My Whiskey Down
Live at Artsbridge Nov 2019
I’ve told my kids the story
Of my family history
Now I’ll never get back
What they once thought of me
Up to now it’s all
Been made up, make believe
That I’ve told so many times
I’ve started to believe it too
So don’t, water my whiskey down
Freedom is a hoax
It rode here on a boat
Like a huddled-up mass
That screwed up the winning pass
In the championship game
Where no one knows your name
But aren’t we all to blame
As we all called this play
So, don’t, water my whiskey down
If whiskey was a river
And I was a duck
I’d sink down to the bottom
I’d never come back up
I’d swim with the fishes
Way too wasted to speak
I’d tell them all my secrets
Let my soul spring a leak
So, don’t, water my whiskey down
Way up in our hills
Where I come from
There’s fire in the water
It’ll keep you feelin’ dumb
Stop all the thinkin’
And keep ya feelin’ sick
Keep you in a stink
Where you’ll never think straight in again…
Don’t water our whiskey down
I need something stiff
So, give me something strong
Fill it to the brim
I need to feel it going down
Burning in my belly
Burnin’ in my head
Burnin’ up the ghost
Of a yesterday that’s dead
Don’t, water my whiskey down
Don't, water my whiskey down
By T. Burge ©2018
Bunj Jam BMI
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Pickin' a Lock (Live)
05:14
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Wood County Man (Live)
04:04
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Cairo (Live)
03:45
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Cairo (live)
When I close my eyes
My mind opens up wide
To the bright-eyed days of my youth
And those summers that ended way too soon
I swing on a rope
By an oak with leaves so green
With branches that reach back and touch my memories
Held up by the roots of my family
Who made their home
In Cairo
Sifting through marbles and the broken glass
Dipping my toes into the Hughes
My heart lives in my home
And my home it lives in Cairo
I’m sorry for any
City boy who hasn’t had any
Memories like these and I’ve got plenty
Sifting through marbles and the broken glass
Dipping my toes into the Hughes
My heart lives in my home
And my home it lives in Cairo
As years pass on
My final days will step up to me
Simply haul away all that was mortal of me
My spirit will flow
Where the Hughes river goes
Back to the town of Cairo
Sifting through marbles and the broken glass
Dipping my toes into the Hughes
My heart lives in my home
And my home it lives in Cairo
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Change (For Clean Water)
Live at Artsbridge
I wonder what the natives thought
As Washington rode the river so pristine
Then forced to follow his direction
Be it Hell or be it Heaven
Made to swim up
His Stream
The story is as old
As the mountains, tall and green
That used to make the skyline
Of a state that once was clean
Change, change
If not it all will stay the
Same same same
Change change
We’ve got to break and make some change
Granddad had a can
From the plant along the river
On his roof (It was 1972)
Issued by some man
To measure how much toxin
That plant was letting lose
Now the numbers are all in
They’ve been crunched and wadded up
They just toss them in our river
And now our children drink it up
Change, change
If not it all will stay the
Same same same
Change change
We’ve got to break and make some change
Short term gain is taking away
Everything our great state has got to gain
And when there’s nothing left to lose
Our kids will just pack up
And simply move away
It’s true what they say
Mountaineers are always free
They’ve got freedom in their minds
With freedom to leave
Change, change
If not it all will stay the
Same same same
Change change
We’ve got to break and make some change
“In this light, the Elk River leak could be the future of many American cities -- a future in which systems failures cause local catastrophic events, leaving taxpayers to foot the bill to clean up after polluters.” Angie Rosse - Executive Director of the West Virginia Rivers Coalition in Charleston WV.
Learn how to change
www dot wvrivers dot org
http://www.wvrivers.org/
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7. |
Buffalo Skinners (Live)
06:30
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Buffalo Skinners
Traditional - Arranged by T.Burge
Come all you old time cowboys
And listen to my song
I assure you won’t grow weary
As I won’t detain you long
Concerning some wild cowboys
Who did agree to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the range of the buffalo
Well I found myself in Griffin
In eighteen eighty-three
When a man by the name of Crego
Come walkin' up to me
He said, How do you do young fella
And how'd you like to go
And spend the summer pleasant
On the range of the buffalo
Well me being out of work right then
To that drover I did say
Headin’ out on the buffalo range
Depends upon the pay
And if you pay good wages,
Transportation to and fro
I think I might go with you
On the range of the Buffalo
Well of course I pay good wages
And transportation too
If you'll agree to work for me
Until the season's through
But if you do get homesick
And you try and run away
You'll surely lose your life
And your family
Will never see your pay
Well with all this flattering talkin'
He signed up quite a crew
Ten or twelve in number
Able bodied through and through
And our trip it was a pleasant one
All through New Mexico
Until we crossed Pease River
On the range of the buffalo
It was there our pleasures ended
And our troubles all begun
A lightnin' striking on us
Made the cattle run
We got full of the stickers
On the cactus that did grow
And those bandits waited to pick us off
In the hills of Mexico
Well the working season ended
But the drover would not pay
He said, You drank up all your money boys
You're all in debt to me
But us cowboys didn’t care for
His corrupted bankrupt tone
So we left the bastard’s bones to bleach
On the range of the buffalo.
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8. |
Forever Young (Live)
04:23
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Back To The Races (Burlap) Live
My youth was a mess
Every day was a test
And I'd fail like a fool
Who'd just daydream in school
And now that I’m old
I look back on my past
Just me and my dad
Makin’ the best with what we had
Our two legs in one sack
We tried to sync up like that
But we’d mostly fall flat on our faces
Then go back back back to the races.
In a three legged race
The winner takes all
But the losers are left
With a sack made of burlap
There’s no time to nap
So condition yourself
And if you win you can fight
As to which one of you, gets the prize
But dad and I…
We…… were one
Close peas in our pod
Who had gotten the nod
From the god of good losers
And went back back back to the races
We’d go
Back back back to the races
We’d go
We’d go
We’d go
Back to the races
Now dad is long gone
And with the two legs I’m on
I’ve need to find me a way
To go it alone in this race
I’ve gone from kickin’ a can
To so close to the bucket
That I look back on this life
And I just say …………. I know this place
As I go back, back, back to the races
Back back back to the races
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11. |
Droppin' Meat (Live)
03:11
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14. |
Born Again (Live)
03:38
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17. |
Grow Up (Live)
04:03
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Barrel Of Your Own Gun
Comes a time
I’ve been told
To everybody, every soul
The barrel of your own gun
Winds up cocked and in your face
Comes a place
A lonely place
Everybody, every soul
You can’t gaze away
You can’t run
From the barrel of your own gun
Daddy blew away with the spring breeze
Brother drank himself blind
Mother saw the sinning, it was in my eyes
Cause I was thinking sin all the time
Baby found a honey sweeter than me
A worker bee without the sting
I was holding out for nothing
While I already had something
That I could hold eternally
So comes a place
It’s a lonely place
To everybody, every soul
You can’t gaze away
And you can’t run
From the barrel
Of your own gun
From the barrel
Of your own gun
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Bald Eagle
The rocket’s red glare
Is bound to singe your hair
Leave you lookin’ bald
I’m one who knows this all too well
Oh well, my youthful looks
Have gone to Hell
I once had a haram
I’d screw ‘em then I’d scare em
Scare them all away
While I over sang my song
of freedom and liberty
All goddamn day
Soar, soar away with me
Just one more time, make believe you’re mine
These empty nest blues stink of unpaid dues
I’m a lazy man I’ll admit
But I’ll eat any rat who’s willing to repeat
What I just lost out of my beak
I speak the truth, but only to myself
I had a chance to rule
To be a symbol of strength
But I screwed it all away
Then just flew back here to stay
Soar, soar away with me
Just one more time, make believe you’re mine
Soar, soar away with me
Just one more time, make believe you’re mine
So, this bird has landed
My wing’s done been expanded
Extended and stretched
Soaring a bit closer to death
And day by day I live my life the same old way
Some say that’s okay
But some of them have passed away
And this opinion
Seems to be on its way
Out
Soar, soar away with me
Just one more time, make believe you’re mine
Bald eagle
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20. |
Ask Them To (Live)
04:57
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Back To The Races (Burlap) Live
My youth was a mess
Every day was a test
And I'd fail like a fool
Who'd just daydream in school
And now that I’m old
I look back on my past
Just me and my dad
Makin’ the best with what we had
Our two legs in one sack
We tried to sync up like that
But we’d mostly fall flat on our faces
Then go back back back to the races.
In a three legged race
The winner takes all
But the losers are left
With a sack made of burlap
There’s no time to nap
So condition yourself
And if you win you can fight
As to which one of you, gets the prize
But dad and I…
We…… were one
Close peas in our pod
Who had gotten the nod
From the god of good losers
And went back back back to the races
We’d go
Back back back to the races
We’d go
We’d go
We’d go
Back to the races
Now dad is long gone
And with the two legs I’m on
I’ve need to find me a way
To go it alone in this race
I’ve gone from kickin’ a can
To so close to the bucket
That I look back on this life
And I just say …………. I know this place
As I go back, back, back to the races
Back back back to the races
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Todd Burge Parkersburg
If it’s been discovered by man, West Virginia’s Todd Burge has written about it. A born ponderer and observer of life, each of his songs tells a story. Whether drawn from personal experience or a tale of poetically woven fiction, you’ll live every second of it through his songs. ... more
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