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Alone At Last

Alone At Last lyrics by Rick Uppling 1988

There’s nothing I’d rather do
Than spend the night with you
I hope you know I speak the truth 'cos if you know me you'll know I do

I hold my own on the telephone
When your mother wants to know
Where it is we’re gonna go

Cruisin’ the night streets baby you’re so sweet
This time alone we’re gonna keep
Mass-producin’ body heat

(Chorus)
Well we’ve waited so long
For nothing to go wrong
Like things have in the past
Well baby, we’re alone at last

Cruisin' around and cover lots of ground
Until the perfect spot we’ve finally found
In the peace and quiet away from town...Let's cruise

Cruisin’ the night streets baby you’re so sweet
This time alone we’re gonna keep
Mass-producin’ body heat

(Chorus)

American Way

American Way Lyrics by Rick Uppling 1995

We travel on around this bend
This path we take, it’s got no end
We start all over and do it again
Every single day
There we go we’ve done it again
We’ve jumped up on another trend
It’s just the way we’ve always been
Yeah, it’s the American way

It’s the American way
The American way

It’s just the way that we’re brought up
The most is never enough
It might be ok where you come from
But it’s different in the U.S.A.
You gotta fight for what you want
It ties your stomach up in a knot
What you have is what you’ve got
And you’ve gotta double it every day

It’s the American way!
The American way!

Another Doggone Saturday

Another Doggone Saturday Night Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1990

Me and the cats started drinkin’ about a quarter to 1:00
Spinning Sun Records and havin’ some fun
Cat clothes on when the sun went down
Diamond rings on we’re goin’ to town
The moon went up, my hair did too
I got that feeling and so do you
We’re gonna get gone and maybe get in fight
I feel like goin’ all out tonight!

Well I’m just like a wreckin’ ball, I’m a-knockin’ down walls
I’m gonna rip it up and make your flesh crawl
I’m a-rockin’ and a-boppin’ I’m feelin’ kinda pissed
With one part elbow and one part fist
Yeah I got my lovin’ baby yeah she’s the best
105 pounds of Dixie Fried sex
Jive talkin’ jitterbuggin’ dancin’s our style
Get real gone and getting’ real wild

Let’s go boys

Hey baby…now come on back
I see you double which I sure do like
Hey fellas let’s get to the car
I do believe we may have gone too far
So now I’m broke and I’m drunk and I don’t have a light
I don’t wanna go to jail and I don’t wanna fight
Someone take a picture ‘cos we’re quite sight
On just another doggone Saturday night

…Let’s go home.

A-OK

I'm A-OK OK OK I'm feeling fine today

I’m a standin’ here wantin’ you to let me know
Let me know if I’m your lover or just let me go...
It doesn’t matter anymore...
Kiss me baby or walk out the door
I wanted you to want me but if you don’t you’ll never haunt me
I’m OK-OK-OK...A-OK!

I only told the truth, I treated you right
I brought home love & bacon every single night
It doesn’t matter anymore...
You keep the house and I’ll take the car
You were my one and only but I’ll never live life lonely
I’m OK-OK-OK...A-OK

I’ve spent many nights tryin’ to figure you out
What did I do or did I didn’t? What’s this...all about?
It doesn’t matter anymore
Life with you can be a burdensome chore
It’s true I really cared but you didn’t treat me fair
I’m OK-OK-OK-AOK

If you leave I’ll look each night at the moonlit sky
& wonder how a fickle heart like yours can get by
& when I wish upon my wishin’ star
I probably won’t even think of you at all!!!!

I bet you probably think that you can break my heart
With one single word you could tear it all apart
It doesn’t matter anymore...
I won’t pine at night or walk the floor
Love me and stay...or leave and walk away
Cos I’m OK OK OK...A-OK

Cadillac Jack

Cadillac Jack

Duel quads mani and a posi-track Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
It’s a real low rider spits sparks out the back Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Let’s ride

With a chrome plated heart and a tongue to match Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Horsepower’s something this ride don’t lack Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Let’s ride

Waaaah! AAAah! OOOwwww! AAAAw! Yeah!

Dancin’ with the Devil that’s Cadillac Jack Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
If you go for a ride you’ll never come back Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Let’s Go!

When the light turns green his deck is stacked Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Put your head back honey or neck will snap Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Let’s ride again!

Waaaah! AAAah! OOOwwww! AAAAw! Yeah!

27 cars I’ve seen him pass Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Cadillac at the helm and Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
GO!

All I heard was his tires and his crazy laugh Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
All I saw was a flash and fiery patch Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
Let’s ride again

Cadillac Jack’s a criminal and that’s a fact Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
A motel on wheels and a body in the back Cadillac Jack Cadillac!
See Cadillac Jack round the curve
See Cadillac Jack lose his nerve
See Cadillac Jack start to swerve
See Cadillac Jack CRASH!
Ooooohh Cadillac Jack

Comin' Home

Comin’ Home Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1988

14 Hours I’ve been drivin’ straight
I’m loaded on black coffee and I’m feelin’ great
My chuggin’ little engine’s goin’ “coo coo ca-choo”
Because I’m comin’ home to you

It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve been in town
And I know you really missed me a hangin’ around
I pray Lord you’re there when my feet hit the ground
Because I’m comin’ home to you

Hey there Angie did you get my letters?
I bought you another vintage ‘50’s sweater
It’ll look real well with your checkered skirt
And your black leather jacket and your western shirt

Because I’m comin’ home to you, I’m a comin’ home to you…

I got the C.B. on and I’m drivin’ low
I got Girl Trouble blastin’ from my radio
I’m a psychobilly flashback ahead of my time
And I’m comin’ straight home to you

My greased back hair well, it’s “Elvis cool”
And I got a great new bolo tie in New Mexico
I know you’ll really dig my new tattoo
Because I’m comin’ home to you

Hey there Angie with your James Dean posters
I just can’t wait to get home and be close to you
We’ll have a rockin’ time just like we used to
With 15 bucks of quarters in Chief’s Café Jukebox

I’m a comin’ straight home to you, I’m a-comin’ straight home to you
My bloodshot eyes they bleed for you
My red-hot piston’s they’re a-burnin’ for you
Yeah I’m a comin’ straight home to you yes…Comin’ Home to YOU!

(The) Dead Know Nothing (Ecclesiastes 9:13)

Fall-2005 by David R. Sisson

No man is bigger than a slug from a .45
Even a two gun tenderfoot can take the fastest gun alive
And in that fatal stillness before the storm of strife
Thirty yards is but an inch of your life

What can a good man do when his time hath come?
Even with his wits, a fast horse and a blazing gun?
Go down swingin’ proud and tall until you hear that trumpet call
A buzzard’s fate awaits us one and all

(Chorus)
So go eat your food with gladness
And drink your wine and joyful sing
For the living know they will die
And the dead know nothing………

Life is cheap along the dusty trail
And there’s always someone meaner even if your mean as hell
And the Devil keeps on trackin’ those who flee or those who stand
But no matter how death comes, there’s one for every man

Chorus

Damage Control

Damage Control lyrics by Rick Uppling

Getting ready for the crash doing damage control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
Getting really low on cash spinnin’ out of control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go

She reaches out and touches my face
And whispers promises in my ear
But her soul’s as deep and dark as outer space
And she addicts me to her fear

I see her eyes as I look into my past
A fire in which I see myself in the bottom of my glass
The problem with drinking with my demon is…
It’s really such a blast
By the time I realize I should be goin’
I’m going way too fast!

Getting ready for the crash doing damage control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
Getting really low on cash spinnin’ out of control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
Yeah Go!

(Lead)

I see her eyes as I look into my past
A fire in which I see myself in the bottom of my glass
The problem with drinking with my demon is…
It’s really such a blast
By the time I realize I should be goin’
I’m going way too fast!

Getting ready for the crash doing damage control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
Getting really low on cash spinnin’ out of control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go

She reaches out and touches my face
And whispers promises in my ear
But her soul’s as deep and dark as outerspace
And she addicts me to her fear

Getting ready for the crash doing damage control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
Getting really low on cash spinnin’ out of control
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
I wanna know, I wanna know when to go
When I end-up drunk and stuck in my past

Feelin' Single & Seein' Double

Feelin’ Single and Seein’ Double (and sleepin’ three in a bed!) Lyrics by Dave Sisson

I’m sorry for the heartache that I caused you
I should have known I was headed down that path
But sometimes it’s hard to recognize the trouble your in
When your feelin’ single and seein’ double

Nickels in the jukebox, booze on the brain
It’s starts out in happiness and ends up in pain
Tears on the pillow, cracks the heart
Once we were together and now we’re apart

Feelin’ single and seein’ double leads only into trouble
It all falls apart, world caved in from fore flushing nights double dealin’ in sin

I thought she was just being friendly
And I’ve never been one to turn away a friend
I never thought that things would go quite that far…but they did
And I don’t blame you for leavin’ me now

Nickels in the jukebox, booze on the brain
It’s starts out in happiness and ends up in pain
Tears on the pillow, cracks the heart
Once we were together and now we’re apart

I hope someday you’ll look back fondly
I hope you won’t always curse my name
Sometimes it’s hard to overcome temptation and sin
It’s been that way since the Garden of Eden

Nickels in the jukebox, booze on the brain
It’s starts out in happiness and ends up in pain
Tears on the pillow, cracks the heart
Once we were together and now we’re apart

Feelin’ single and seein’ double leads only into trouble
It all falls apart, world caved in from fore flushing nights double dealin’ in sin

Go! She-Devil

Go! She-Devil Lyrics by Rick Uppling 1987

Hey She-Devil!

What do you have up your sleeve now that you know I’ll leave?
Wait for me to come on back and try to make me CRACK She-Devil

Knock me down onto my knees for you know I’m sure to please
Nails like knives upon your hands well I don’t understand She-Devil

Hey She-Devil!

Woah she devil I’m in trouble
Tell me what I can do?
To be stuck with you
Oh She-Devil my doll
I love the way you hold me
Your as wild as you can be

The wicked smile upon your face your step with a mortal grace
So scary is this love you claim that I could never name-She-Devil
I know there’s something that you’ve done ??? no longer I’m gone
Your eyes turn to me like knives and now I’m done for life-She-Devil

Hey

Hard-Boiled

Hard-Boiled (aka ode to Robert Mitchum) Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1993

I like my women buxom and mean
I like my gin crisp and clean
I like my food hot and spicy that’s what I enjoy
Because baby I’m Hard-Boiled

I like my automobile long and low
I like the music up loud on my radio
I like my engine oiled and finely tuned
Because baby I’m Hard-Boiled

I faster than a hiccup, more slippery than a snake
My hide is tougher than a $2 dollar steak
My hair trigger temper is cocked and set
So back off baby don’t you make me upset

Hard-Boiled Hard-Boiled well..that’s my middle name
Hard-Boiled, Hard-Boiled, Hard Livin’ is my game
I’ve spelled it out for you and what I say is true
I’m going to spoil you if I can because I’m an
H-A-R-D Hypen B-O-I-L-E-D man

I like my cinema blue and my violence red
I like my friends beside me and my enemies dead
I want my money so I can buy my toys
Because baby I’m Hard-Boiled

I like my shoes spit shined and my suits pressed sharp
I like a woman who can finish what she starts
So decide now honey the next move is yours
Because baby I’m Hard-Boiled

Chorus repeats

Headin' For Disaster

Lyrics by David R. Sisson 1996. Notes:I wrote this tune about the hard core alcoholic in my family.

Stayin’ out late at the beer joints, poppin’ pills and livin’ hard
Drivin’ too fast on the highway, slow at work and feelin’ tired
You’re lookin’ older everyday you spend gettin’ bent
But pretty soon this gift you got is going to be spent

(Chorus)
Your Headin’ for Disaster…Livin’ this a’way
You’re bound to hit a pitfall…you’ll trip and lose yer way
Take a look at what you’re doin’, take advice from a friend
You’re Headin for Disaster and it’s gonna be your end

You’re racing toward the canyon’s edge but you’re too blind to see
That all too very shortly you’ll be bound in misery
Up a creek without a paddle, taking water 'til you drown
But still you bend your elbow back and throw that whiskey down

(Chorus)
(Bridge)
I’ve seen the cloud capped mountain peaks, felt heaven kissing HIGH
I’ve groveled in the caverns and wished that I would die
Yes powders, pills and tonics tempt until the die is cast
Just remember the next choice you make…could be your very last!

You've double crossed your love ones, pushed every one aside
You've squandered youth, ignored the truth, you've lied and stupefied
Your paradise island is a lost ship at sea
And "headin' for disaster" will be your eulogy

(Last Chrous)

High & Dry

Pennsylvania High and Dry Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1994-A God damned train song in G

H-I-G-H-D-R-Y
It’s a train called the High and Dry
That runs along the Pennsylvania sky
It’s haulin’ freight, It’s haulin’ coal
Dug up from down below
The tracks of the Pennsylvania High and Dry

Engineer please blow your horn
This the place where I was born
The town of rivers, bridges, iron and steel
The greatest town I’ve ever known
But when I get the urge to roam
I hop the Pennsylvania High and Dry

On the Wheeling-Erie Line
You’ll have no thoughts of maritime
Take in the lofty air
Know that your in good care
And smile smile smile

From Connelsville to Carnegie,
Through Morgan, Sygan and Greentree
The people set their clocks
Things will change as time moves on
But this train has constancy
She’s steady as a rock

On the Norfolk and Western Rail
There’s no rudder, no mast, nor sail
Smell smoke, valve oil and steam
And hear that whistle scream
And smile, smile, smile

(The) Hustler

The Hustler Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1994

When that black widow comes a-creepin’ all you young men pucker up and smile
And death becomes a fashion and you know that she’s just your style

I got a .38 special underneath my head
I got a Louisville Slugger underneath my bed
I got a jack knife stuffed in the nightstand drawer
Somewhere there’s 13 women tryin’ to even the score
13 women tryin’ to even the score

Early one morning on the west side of town
3 of these women tried to gun me down
because I played with their hearts, I told them lies
and when they saw my diamond rings they got hypnotized
Yes when they saw my diamond rings they got hypnotized
Hey!

Late one afternoon, April 4
Landlady came collecting at my back door
I told her my story, I had no money to pay
She left 15 minutes later smiling “See you in May”
Yeah she left 15 minutes later smiling, “See you in May”

I hustled 8 women at sunset, 5 before sunrise
10 of them as me and 3 while in disguise
I hustled 13 helpless mice just like a cat on the prowl
Yeah I hustled them and loved them hell, I’m hustling one now
Yes I hustled them and loved them and I’m hustling one now

Well you may see me in the blue lights of the ballroom floor
Or sitting in a corner with my back to the wall
I’ll be with number 14 she’s the one I adore
Until one of my women finally evens the score
Until one of my women finally evens the score

Hustle Hustler

So when that black widow comes a creepin’
All you young men pucker up and smile
And death becomes a fashion
And you know that she’s just your style

I'm Still Standin' Here

-January 15, 2006-David R. Sisson Notes: This song was written after rocking out to Stiff Little Fingers 2004 release "Guitar and Drum" for about 2 weeks straight. I was thinking about Three Blue Teardrops 15th anniversary and S.L.F. approaching 30 years and how kick ass that makes me feel. Despite the uphill climb, to keep doing something you love despite others maybe not seeing the value of it and how you have to believe in yourself. Someday we must convince Jake Burns to record this song as only then will it be truly finished.

I’m still standin’ here after all this time…watchin’ the days go by and
I’m still doin’ what I love to do…even if you don’t approve
& you may think that this life of mine…is just a waste of time
but I know the things I do you’ll never do

Chorus-
I’m still standin’ here after all this time…I’m still standin’
I’m still standin’ here after all this time…I’m still standin …
I’m still standin…I’m still standin’here

I stared up at you for so long as you looked down your nose at me
& I used to care just what you thought of me…but those days are history
So your subterfuge couldn’t keep me down…and now you ain’t around
You lead your life and I’ll lead mine

Chorus

Bridge:
I heard you smiled behind my back when things went wrong. And for how long?
I bet you thought I’d quit but tonight I’m (up here) doin’ it!

Chorus

In My Own Time

In My Own Time Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1987

Easy..
Boy you’ve been in town drinkin’ hard
And stealin’ parts from the old junkyard
You’ve been out crusin’ for girls and drivin’ fast
I don’t know how much longer you’re a-gonna last
I got a mind to ground your ass for good
In my own time like my old man would
You remind me of me back in ‘59
I was a mean old cuss in my own time

You’ve been burnin’ tire and siphoning gas
If you get caught it’s gonna be your ass
You’re a big grease monkey workin’ on your Rod
You’re a penniless teenage Rockabilly sod
I’m gonna kick your ass boy to get it in gear
Because I’m your dad and that’s why I’m here
You remind me of me back in ‘59
I was mean son of a bitch in my own time

You get up in your room and you clean it boy because you ain’t comin’ out ‘til next week!

’57 Chevy, butch stick wax,
Black leather jacket, pink peg slacks
Long sideburns and big tattoo
Plain white t-shirt and wing tip shoes
I’m gonna dig that rockin’ beat played real fast
Runaway boys and don’t come back
You remind me of me back in ‘59
I was a mean motherfucker in in my own time

I've Drunk All My Troubles Away

I’ve Drunk All My Troubles Away-Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1994

I’d go if I knew where I was going maybe
I’d leave if I had me a home with my baby
Don’t know where I am…Don’t know who I am…
I’ve drunk all my troubles away

When I left this evening I had problems, but since I’ve forgotten them all
Because I had me two shots of bourbon and a pint of Cuervo Especial
Then I had me an ice cold longneck, and three jiggers of Tanqueray
I don’t know where I am I don’t know who I am, I’ve drunk all my troubles away

Well it ain’t like I need money, but the people I owe sure do
They keep sending me nasty letters, and calling in the afternoons
Well, my honey she ain’t sweet for me, whatever the hell is her name?
I don’t know where she is I don’t know who she is, I’ve drunk all my troubles away

Well I needed me a new carburetor
But then I smashed my car on Chestnut Ridge
Now I ain’t got a problem, I left it wrapped around a tree in a ditch
So I staggered over here to the somethin’ somethin’ lounge and I been here ever since
I don’t know where I am I don’t know who I am, I’ve drunk all my troubles away

Some folks would say I’m stupid, and it’s true I don’t know much at all
But I know I had two shots of bourbon, and a pint of Cuervo Especial
And then I had me an ice cold longneck, and three jiggers of Tanqueray
I don’t know where I am…

Jenny The Generator

Jenny the Generator Lyrics by Rick Uppling

Charge me up baby
Charge Up Charge Up Charge Up!
I’m gonna tell you all about this girl I got that I doubt you know
She ain’t got veins, she’s got wires, she ain’t got lips she’s got electrodes

Oh I need to plug in right now my charger’s gettin’ low
Charge me up to one hundred and twenty V
Charge ‘til my eyes glow
Charge up Charge up Charge up Charge UP!

Woooah I need to plug in
Come on Jenny now just let me in
Oh not much time left for me now
Come on Jenny before I burn out

Charge up
Jenny’s her name if you care and it’s the truth I swear
It’s Jenny as in Generator and if you listen close you’ll hear
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
That she’s always buzzing, always shakin’ always too damn near
If you see that fire in her eyes you know you better stayr clear

????Grab you once and kiss you quick and drag you to her lair

Woooah I need to plug in
Come on Jenny now just let me in
Oh not much time left for me now
Come on Jenny before I burn out

Charge Up!
I don’t know from where she came but I think she walked out of a dream
Something something one early morning and I woke up with a scream
???and I turned and I look next to me
I seen that fire in her eyes and a body that called magnetically
A body that called that magnetically

Kill Krazy

Kill Krazy Lyrics by Dave Sisson and Lizz Sisson

Aw she’s askin for it…

Maybe it was the way she looked down at me all the time
Or maybe it was the way she cooked, Aw she couldn’t cook to save her own life
Maybe it was the she talked, yak yak yak, that drove me out of my mind
Or I guess it could be the way she treated me
Bad you could say so I had to make her pay
Whiskey flow down my throat
Butcher’s knife tucked in my coat
And when the beast inside claws to be free
Then it’s time to go on a spree…and kill
Because I’m thrill crazy, kill crazy, fun crazy, gun crazy

Maybe it was the way I took my knife and carved steady and slow
Or maybe it was the way I broke her arms, her legs, her fingers and her toes
Maybe it was the way I shot, bang bang bang, my pistol into her head
Or guess it could be all the pain and misery
I inflicted on her because now she is dead
Bloodstains all over the bed
Corpse buried under the shed
And the guilt gnaws away at my brain
It’s drivin’ poor me insane…INSANE!
Because I’m thrill crazy, kill crazy, fun crazy, gun crazy
I’m CRAZY!!! I killed HER! What am I gonna do?

Maybe it was the way her boss missed her at work that next day
Or maybe it was the way the cops called to question me and suspected foul play
Maybe it was the way I ran for freedom that gave me away
But I think it was those damn dogs diggin’ in my shed
Revealing evidence that betrayed my innocence
Well I tried the fugitive’s tricks
And now I’m with Satan in Hell
But I’d rather been buried by six
That have been judged by twelve
Because I’m thrill crazy, kill crazy, fun crazy, gun crazy
I’m crazy!

Lincoln '59

Lincoln’ 59-A God damned car song in E.-Dave Sisson-mid 1990’s

Well I’ve always wanted me a Lincoln ‘59
Big black, shiny chrome, fins pointing to the sky
You grab a six and I’ll grab the bowl
C’mon little honey now here we go
Lincoln ’59 let that baby unwind…Oh Lincoln ’59-let that baby un Wiiiiiiind! <Doppler effect>

Someday I’m gonna get me a Lincoln ‘59
I’ll take her out on the highway and let that baby unwind
I’ll be a rocketship running through space
I ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘cos I’m in my place
Behind the wheel of that Lincoln ’59…Oh behind the wheel of that Lincoln fifty NIIIIiiiiiine

Power up!
Never any reason to ask me why
Just jump in the back seat and give it a try
Take a little ride in my Lincoln ‘59
Shift my gears and wax my hood
Inflate my tires and polish my chrome
We’ll get greased up and put in some overtime…in my Lincoln ‘59

I’m gonna pull up to the dive bar in my Lincoln ‘59
I’m gonna belly on up and buy a round for all the bar flies
And I’ll keep on a buying ‘em all night long
And leave about 5:00 out into the storm
And power up my Lincoln ’59…And power up my Lincoln fifty NIiiiiiiiine.

Unwind!
They’re gonna bury me in my Lincoln ‘59
Six feet down, fins pointing to the sky
My face all busted with broken glass
Steering column poking through to my ass
Out in a flash in my Lincoln ’59….Oh, out in a flash in my Lincoln ‘fifty Niiine!

Your gonna see me in heaven in my Lincoln ‘59
Out on the heavenly mile where dead dragsters spend their time
Turn the radio on, put the hammer down,
Screaming off the line baby, glory bound
Oh Lincoln ’59, let that baby unwind (x3)

Long Hard Night

Long Hard Night Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1989

It was a long night of hard drinkin’
It was a hard night of long drinkin’
Too much whiskey too much gin
Oooh my head

It was a long night of hard smokin’
It was a hard night of long smokin’
Too much tokin’ too much chokin’
Ooooh my head

Oooh my head is spinnin’ like a rollin’ top
The room is goin’ round and round it don’t know when to stop
Be-bop can’t stop, won’t touch another drop
Be-bop can’t stop, won’t touch another drop
Be-bop can’t stop, won’t touch another drop of wine wine wine

It was a long night of hard lovin’
It was a hard night of long lovin’
Too much kissin’ too much huggin
Oooh my head

Moment Of Truth

Moment of Truth Lyrics by Dave Sisson and F. Clarke Martty 1990

One minute alone
One moment with you
I’ve waited so long for one minute with you

One moment of truth
One moment with you
A lifetime in Hell for one moment with you

Yeah a moment of truth between you and me
Yeah a moment of truth would set us free
A moment of truth, can’t you see we need a moment of truth?

Aww…gimme some!

Petty Crime

Petty Crime Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1993

Men make laws, I pay no mind
‘cos I live my life by Petty Crime
I do what I want and not what I’m told
It’s a choice God gave to every man
It’s a choice I’ve made and by which I’ll stand
Stand by with every fiber of my soul

I’m an honest crook I earn my cash
I don’t hurt no-one and the pain don’t last
Insurance covers most every thing I’ll steal
And I’m not ashamed, I could be worse
Like a creepy slimy sex pervert
Or a politician or a crackerjack lawyer

And when I’m doin’ time for Petty Crime
I’ll eat 3 square meals a day
And I’ll feel just fine doin’ petty time
I’ll feel important like the Governor on State paid holiday

I got a stolen car with stolen tags
And stolen spinner chrome wheel mags
I’m a moving violation from Hell
And I lost my license years ago
When I first learned how to break the law
In earnest my career began well

Possession, Arson, Larceny,
Auto theft, Mail Fraud, Perjury,
A failure to pay taxes at all
Destruction of Private Property
Trespassing Maliciously
And a trumped charge Aggravated Assault

And when I’m doin’ time for Petty Crime
I’ll get a new tattoo every day
I’ll lift weights and play chess and try to improve myself
Until I’m lean and mean and clean and free and standin’ in your way

All the boys in cell block 9 are servin’ time for Petty Crimes
In a think tank, a trade school, a knowledge pool of criminality
See Dick learn to pick the locks, watch Dick plan to rob Fort Knox
And while away the days ‘til the parole board sets him free

Well, there are men who work all day and Friday come they drink their pay
From the youngest buds to the men of older season
But when I make my mark in life’s big book, people will stop and take a look
For my colors will fall beyond the line’s of reason

And when I’m doin’ time for Petty Crime
I will watch T.V. all day
On Oprah and Phil I will get my fill until
The Board of Corrections sends me on my way

Red Head Gal

Lyrics by songwriter and Red Head Gal lovin' Dave Sisson-1992

When I come home from the big bright lights
My carrot top she treats me right
She comforts me when the chips are down
And she sends my soul when we hit the town

Redheadgal!redheadgal! Red head gal red head gal RRRrrrreeed Heeeaaad Gal!

My red head gal’s like a charcoal briquette
She’s fast startin’ long burning and don’t you forget
Her red hot love keeps me burning bright
All day long and through the night

Redheadgal!redheadgal! Red head gal red head gal RRRrrrreeed Heeeaaad Gal!

Well she’s my better half, my lover and pal
I’m talkin’ bout my Red Head Gal

My Red Head Gal’s not short or tall
She don’t play games and she don’t stall
She’s a real red head I know it’s true
‘Cos she’s been further with me than she’s been with you

Redheadgal!redheadgal! Red head gal red head gal RRRrrrreeed Heeeaaad Gal!

Well she’s my better half, my lover and pal
I’m talkin’ bout my Red Head Gal

Ricochet Rhythm Rockabilly

Ricochet Rhythm Rockabilly Lyrics by Ricochet Rick Uppling

Well I’m rockin’ all alone but I’m rockin’ all the same
Because my rockabilly here’s got a name
It’s the R.R.R.
The R.R.R.
It’s that symphonic mess it almost kills me
Take a listen and you will see
But don’t thank us thank Eddie and Gene

Well I’m not square I’m as round as a ball
I rock across the stage and ricochet off the walls
It’s R.R.R.
R.R.R.
It’s that symphonic mess it almost kills me
Give a listen and you will see
But don’t thank us thank Eddie and Gene

Rough & Tumble World

Rough and Tumble World Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1992

I got a pistol packin’ mama up North Side and she goes by Colleen
Her daddy don’t like me too much but she’s my teenage queen
I call her up on the telephone and it gets slammed in my ear
I got sneak her out at night just so we can be near

‘cos it’s a Rough Tough Tumble World
a rough and tumble world for you and me

When Friday night comes the gang goes out to dance and spend their wad
But unemployments up and the economy’s down and me?…I got no job
So I get some liquid courage up and Colleens .44
Then off I go to steal some dough way down at the liquor store

‘Cos it’s a rough, tough tumble world
A rough and tumble world for you and me

I just about thought I had it made I was headin’ for the show
When lights started flashing all around and then man wouldn’t ya know?
My right rear tire blew on out and the cops they fenced me in
Now I’m doin’ time for crime with a gun, automatic 5 to 10

Well it’s a rough tough tumble world
A rough and tumble world for you and me

Rustbelt Bop

Rustbelt Bop Lyrics by Dave Sisson-1992

Well there’s Dustbowl Blues and Midwest Stomp
California Surf and Southern Rock
Well there’s New England New Wave and Northwest Sub-Pop
But I like a-shakin’ to the Rustbelt Bop

To the Rustbelt Bop!

Wig Out to that steel town tempo
Bop the blues to that depressed Deco
Well you’d slit your wrists baby but what makes you stop?
The J.D.’s are jiving to the Rustbelt Bop

Monessen’s dirty neon, Brownsville’s café’s
Homestead’s beach property, Pittsburgh, PA
I know the Sun-Belt is just a jump, skip and a hop
But I like a-shakin’ to the Rustbelt Bop

Let’s shake!

Now there killin’ those cats in Camden, and Chicago has too much crime
In Detroit now you can’t get ‘em “One Piece at a Time”
The Corn-Belt is just a shuck, a stroll and a walk
But I like a dancin’ to the Rustbelt-Bop
Yeah I like to dance to the Rustbelt Bop

The train’s broke down in Altoona, now Allentown’s shut down
Cleveland’s just rock and roll now and Flint’s a Great Lake’s ghost town
Wheeling’s dog track and Johnstown’s great floods
Holiest Bethlehem and Smithton’s great suds
The Bible-Belt just a thump a skip and a hop
But I like a shakin’ to the Rustbelt Bop
Rustbelt Bop
Rustbelt Bop
Rustbelt Bop
Wig Out to that steel town tempo
Bop the blues to that depressed Deco
Well you’d slit your wrists baby but what makes you stop?
The J.D.’s are jiving to that Rustbelt Bop
To the Rustbelt Bop
To the Rustbelt Bop

Shocked

Shocked Lyrics by: Richard B. Uppling
08/28/04

You told me you love me
You told me you care
You told me you’d be mine
And always be there
It turns-out you were untrue
A game played by a flirt, It
Wasn’t kissin’ in the alley
But the holding hands that hurt

Chorus:
Now I’m shocked
Out of my mind at you
I’m shocked now that I know the truth
My hair’s standing on end, I thought that
You were my friend

I told you I loved you
I told you I care
I told you I’d be yours
And always be there
it started with the stories
And led to the bigger lies
I swear upon my mother
I won't be compromised
And I’m shocked…chorus

Bridge
Scarier than the biggest roller coaster ride
And so damn long that I didn’t think that I’d survive
All the climbing and the falling
The heaviness and ecstasy
That was the first and last time I’ll let you sneak up on me...me...

I trusted you completely
I trusted you with all
I trusted you then busted you
Showing-off your biggest flaw
You’re fickle and a liar
And with that I won’t put up
I love you so damn deeply
But that last ride was too rough
Chorus

Shotgun Wedding

Shotgun Wedding Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1988

My gal Jenny Lee gropin’ and a feelin’ me
Up in the barn havin’ some fun
In walks her mad pa, got both barrels cocked
Welcome to the family, weddin’ by shotgun

Jenny’s brothers Hank and Earl they dragged me to the floor
Hank spit tobaccy in my eye
Then her Pa he called on Reverend Tom, big shotgun wedding on the farm
He said, “Maggie bring the whiskey and rye.”

So the party got commencin’ and kinfolk did some dancin’
Barefeet a-stompin’ and a-guns a-goin’ off
I thought, “why bother cryin’, stop cussin’ and whinin’”
I drank some moonshine and got real drunk

Mosquitoes bit and kinfolk itched,
Me and Jenny we got hitched
Redneck idea of God’s divine providence
Then Hank and Earl they fucked some sheep
Jenny’s Pa fell into whiskey sleep
I ain’t been in that county ever since
Whoo-Hoo

Hey boys it’s a shotgun wedding! Hog-wild

Well that’s story I swear it’s true
Stay away from gals if you know what’s good for you
But if like smoking, drinking and shootin’ squirrels
You can’t resist them girls
Love ‘em and leave ‘em just like I do

Promenade, Doe-see-doe, around and back, over and under, and through to the corners
It’s a shotgun wedding. Alabama left and all that…

Sideways Glance

Sideways Glance Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1994

A sideways glance and a lip lick, and your eyes meet mine
An application of lipstick has got me swimmin’in time
Frozen in the moment, that I want to last
I cannot move, I cannot blink, I am enslaved in your trap
The suspense and tension has got me in suspension
I can only theorize you got me hypnotized

A lazy wink and then you cross your legs and send me a sultry stare
A fever overtakes me and I’m drowning in air
I cannot speak, I cannot breathe, nor can I explain
What has exactly happened but you’ve paralyzed my brain
The suspense and tension has got me in suspension
I can only theorize you got me hypnotized

The time has come to make a move but still I am star crossed
And as the chance slips through my fingers, opportunity is lost
I do not know what happened but since I saw your face
My world has turned me upside down and thrown me out of place
The suspense and tension has got me in suspension
I can only theorize you got me hypnotized

Sinner's Spiritual

Sinner’s Spiritual 1986 & 1992
lyrics by Dave Sisson-Doctor Luke Music-BMI Notes: I wrote the second half of this (at the time, unfinished) song about 6 years after the first half under odd circumstances. My mother worked for the State of Illinois as a social worker at a Mental Health facility in Cook County. Her car was in the shop and I had to pick her up from work and there were crazy people walking around the parking lot with bathrobes clucking and muttering to themselves. It was watching these crazy people acting crazy that the second half popped into my head. These crazy people have nothing to do with the song...It was just funny because I was writing the song on the dashboard while crazy people shuffled around my car like zombies.

I went down to the river to pray to my Lord and guide
I saw a lot of people waiting on the other side
A wise old black man came up beside me, said,
“son I hope you ain’t a-waitin’ there too…”
“Salvation only comes to those that deserve and boy…
It’ll never happen to you”

So I looked at him and I said...”Well alright!”

So I hopped into my Cadillac and started cruisin’ on down the road
I had so many decadent thoughts I thought my mind would explode
Cos’ you can wait, you can pray, you can stay all day, and maybe some day you’ll see
The pearly gates of heaven and eternal peace, but Hell’s just fine by me

I wanna find sick love and try new stuff
And jive to that Teddy Boy beat
I wanna drink all night and doze all day
Because the sinner’s love their sleep!

“Organized Religion” is about the funniest thing that I ever heard
And if you believe what I say is true raise your hands and say, ”Praise the Lord!”
I don’t need no man to read me no book, I don’t need your speeches and your dirty looks
I just want you to know right where I stand.

I wanna find sick love and try new stuff
And jive to that Teddy Boy beat
I wanna drink all night and doze all day
Because the sinner’s love their sleep
The sinnner’s love their sleep
Oh yes the sinner’s loooovvee their sleeeep…oH yeah-Amen brothers!

Stampede!

Stampede

Written by Peter LaFarge

There’s just one word that I don’t wanna hear
For when I heard it called it cost a friend quite dear
But I can still hear it echo as if it were now
Of a when I was a chasin’the long horned cow

Stampede! Their comin’ up the draw
Stampede! Three thousand head or more
Here they come a snortin’ fire boys you better earn your hire
Stampede! And to Hell us go

Now Frank he was my pardner he rode point upon my heart
We drank and fought and partnered back to back at trouble’s start
When we heard the call one evening and the thunder and the black
and the lightning struck the leaders and the Devil led the pack

Stampede!

Now our horses they were handed for we had just rode in
We went from drinkin’ coffee to thinkin’ of our sins
There weren’t no time for praying…shit, there was hardly time to cuss
There was a thunderous roarin’ rattle and the leaders were on top of us

Stampede!

Now Franks foot missed the stirrup and his hand it missed the horn
And when the cattle crossed him from his body life was torn
I was mounted and a-ridin’ when I heard his final yell
He said, “Hey Davey, (poetic license!) get the wild bunch and do the ladies well!”

Stampede!

Now I ain’t got no pardner ‘cos ol’ Frank’s done dead and gone
But so he’d be remembered Peter put him in this song
Some folks admire headstones but I think he’d like this best
He weren’t no fancy man in his livin’ so he ain’t no fancy man in his rest

Stampede!

Switchblade Pompadour

Switchblade Pompadour-Lyrics by Dave Sisson 1989 Notes: This song was written to be the theme song to a Juvenile Delinquent movie of the same name... A movie that hasn't been made yet. alas...

Well I opened my locker in cell block number 5
This school was a prison tryin’ to take me alive
As I pulled out my comb all the squares and chicks stared
And I ran my Ace through my greasy black hair

I had a switchblade…a switchblade pompadour

I cut my first class and smoked a Lucky on the throne
I took a nap in history and dreamed of my Silvertone
I worked on a Ford during lunch to get it ready for the race
And I checked my reflection to make sure every strand was in place

I had a switchblade…a switchblade pompadour

That Friday night descended and all the cats were high
A hush fell upon the place as the race was nigh
We won, they lost, a rumble ensued, my stiletto poised in hate
You should’ve seen me in the moonlight man my hair looked fuckin’ great!

I had a switchblade…a switchblade pompadour

So pile it up and work it in, hair products can help
Better living through chemicals and the modern age is felt
Try Dixie Peach or Royal Crown, whatever works for your
Big tall greasy nasty switchblade pompadour!

Three Blue Teadrops

Three Blue Teardrops is the song this band's name came from which came from Daniel Clowes comicbook Lloyd Llewellyn issue number 2. Dave took the words and added a few more verses because it seemed like a good way to kill an afternoon and wrote a Sonny James / Jack Scott styled tune about 1988 or 1989. When the band started they played the song and took their name because being a trio the "Three" fit well and the band claims they had no better ideas. Lyrics by Daniel Clowes and Dave Sisson although... Daniel Clowes probably doesn't have a clue and though repeated attempts have been made to contact Dan, he is one elusive soul to find.

Everytime I saw you my heart went skip, skip, skip
Now you’ve gone and left me and my eyes go drip drip drip

I feel that pain again dear like a knife in my heart
I swore my life would end dear if ever we should part
Now I’m a full fledged full boned full grown red blooded American man
And I still crave the love of my two-timin’ Ethel Ann

Three blue teadrops fell silent to the floor
I won’t live to cry teardrop number four

You made it plain as day dear that your love was never true
Well you’re the cheatin’ artist who painted my heart blue
Now I can’t go on alone dear no I’m much too weak for that
Well somewhere there’s a grave dear with a welcome mat

Three blue teadrops fell silent to the floor
I won’t live to cry teardrop number 4
Teardrop number 4
Teadrop number 4

Wanted Man

Wanted Man-Lyrics by Dave Sisson-1991

I’m a lonesome outlaw, I’m a desperado
Hot sun, six gun, boredom, no fun
I ain’t got nobody by my side

Riding hard all day, blues won’t go away
Sheriff’s men close behind to gun me down and leave me dyin’
Got to find a place to run and hide

Their justice comes out of the barrel of a gun
Or leaves you hangin’ rottin’ stinkin’ swingin’ in the sun
OOoooooooooohhhh Wanted Man

Hot horse, Badlands, posse treadin’ through the sands
Lever action, lucky shot, I went down and I was caught
They took me to the judge to have me tried

Poker game incident, gunshots, innocence
Boot Hill, swingin’ high, bleedin hard, weeping bride
It’s the way so many young men died

Their justice comes out of the barrel of a gun
Or leaves you hangin’ rottin’ stinkin’ swingin’ in the sun
OOOOOooooooooohhhh Wanted Man!

Giddy Up!