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Break 'Em On Down

by Dead Trains

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1.
Juan found Janie in a razor-toting craze He wears her footprints walking on his face But when she wants to speed she comes crawling to me Clawing at the window, black cats crawling up her knees And Washboard Sam said to Abyssinian Ned 'This white lightning's going to my head' Said a Brownstone woman don't do the easy roll Wearing my hand, bound to be tearing up my soul I'd know, I put that hole in your shoe Come on pretty mama, give me that evil that you do And Boxcar Joe…what do you know? Told Peggie Dye 'Our love is gonna grow' And she turned green, had to make a scene He tried to catch the first thing smoking but she shot him at the door If you love him, shake him on down Everyone's sane, you gotta shoot him on down No more, no war is happening to me If you love him, shoot your man down In the sawdust and the snuff juice we gonna jump and shout
2.
Glass 02:57
Revenue man sure picked the wrong night I may be a dead man but I'm walking upright There's evil spirits in this glass and every sip's my last I'm gonna make this V8 cough Good Lord until the wheels fall off I should've been gone yesterday I just can't stop throwing myself away So I'm broke down every morning, jinx all around my bed There's a devil twisting at my door and twisting up my head God knows I try to live right, but every time I start I just can't (Stop) If it collapses on the left you just shove it in the right. Right. Alright. So I'm burning my last cigarette I'm studying my last step Throw your pistol down on me, I'll raise it to my lips I'll call your lead my Number Five 'cause that old train is dead No more trying to live right, boys, no more life at all Too much evil in this glass One thing's certain it's gonna be my last
3.
I got that dust infection, pneumonia in my lungs I just blow from town to town, doing nothing but wrong White lightning, I'm fixing to die I'm a crying fever and I'm fine Mama, please forget me, let me tell you the reason why I got that fever, honey, it's running high White lightning, I'm fixing to die I'm a crying fever and I'm fine I walked 47 miles of barbed wire, used a cobra snake for a necktie I got a brand new house by the roadside, made out of rattlesnake hide Got a brand new chimney made on top, made out of human skulls Come on take a little walk with me, Arlene, tell me who do you love Tombstone head and a graveyard mind, just 28 and I don't mind dying Who do you love? I said 'Depot agent give me half a mind Forget that fare, let me ride the blinds' He said 'Get on boy now can't you see This express don't belong to me' So I rode a lion to town on a rattlesnake whip Take it easy honey don't you give me no lip Arlene took me by my hand She said 'Oohwee Matt you know I understand' The night was dark and the sky was blue Down the alley the ice wagon flew Heard a pop and heard somebody scream You should have heard just what I seen Who do you love?
4.
Elgin moves, Queen of Spades Hobnail boots and a fever gauge After 32 eatless weeks The gypsy turned and she said to me 'You're someone's bad luck child' Ain't no Mississippi god Where the Southern crosses the Dog I'm in my whiskey, in my shell Your lips are wet, your mouth's a burning hell That 61 stretches just as long as my arm Eleven twenty-nine down on Parchman Farm You're just a bad luck child Ain't no long Lincoln god Ride the blinds right through the Dog Now I'm in my whiskey, in my hell Hot foot powder all 'round my door You laid a passway for me, then you put me on the killing floor You're just a bad luck child Way down on the riverside Found a distillery, lost my mind To a no-good doney, gypsy told me Lord my mother she done told me My father told me My father told me too 'It's a mean old town to live in by yourself' Lord I worked for the dollar Welfare flour Man that military dime She's a big white girl and she ain't no friend of mine

about

Matt Axten—guitar, voice, harp
Rose Heydt—drums
Natan Keyes—bass
Recorded and mixed by Dead Trains at EMF in Cambridge, MA.
Mastered by Dave Locke at JP Masters in Charlotte, NC
All songs by Matt Axten except "Who Do You Love" (Bo Diddley) and "Mean Town Blues" (Johnny Winter)
Cover art by M Axten, figures taken from Haitian zombie master painting by Alberoi Bazile (1967)

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released December 8, 2013

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Dead Trains Boston, Massachusetts

1st wave post delta punk blues

Allston, Ma

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