Lyrics for "Live at the Green Parrot"

LYRICS FOR SAUCE BOSS "LIVE AT THE GREEN PARROT" (2012 BURNING DISK BD 008)
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1. Killer Tone

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

I got busted knuckles

I got broken bones

I got wore out muscles

I got trouble at home

I got bad credit

Got an overdrawn loan

But I don’t care cuz I got

Killer tone

Got myself busted

And I got myself robbed

Wrecked my El Camino

And I lost my job

Got no employment

My money’s all blown

But I don’t care cuz I got

Killer tone

This aint no fable

My story’s true

It happened to me

It could happen to you

I done lost most

Everything I own

But I don’t care cuz I got

Killer tone

2. Smuggler’s Cove

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

I’m goin down, goin down to smuggler’s cove

I might walk I might fly, I got a heavy load

A nickel is a nickel and a dime is a dime

Goin down to the cove, gonna get mine this time

I moved down to the county, I got a temporary pole

It ain’t that I like digging but I sure hate to sell my soul

They threw me in the jailhouse, slammed the jailhouse door

Now honey, I cain’t smuggle, I cain’t smuggle no more

Take me back down to the Gulf Stream

I want to hear the gulf breeze blow

Take me back down to the Gulf Stream

I want to hear the gulf breeze blow

It’s the sweetest song, the sweetest song I know

3. Gumbo Recipe

Words and music by Bill Wharton

The first thing you do

You got to make yourself a roux

It’s the first thing that you do

And if you take care of the roux

The roux will take care of you

(Spoken)

That’s the roux clue, you do this one thing right and everything else is cool. All it is, is a big old gravy, like a ninety-weight gravy. It’s a big ugly mess. Oil and flour, put it in a frying pan and turn it all the way up. Stir it until it looks like that. All right, let’s see what we got to throw in the pot. Onions, green peppers, chicken broth, one more time, a little bit of water while we’re at it. I gotta stir it up, y’all. Whoa! Look out!

Y’all want some more? You know I’m just messing with y’all. Gentlemen, take a tip from the Sauce Boss. How bout you girls, you girls want more? See what I’m sayin? We don’t need this anymore. Y’all give it up for the hot sauce for the new millennium, the road to culinary nirvana, Liquid Summer in the gumbo.

We got a gumbo happening y’all, and it won’t take long

We got a gumbo

Ow! Oh yeah!

Here is the Sauce Boss’s recipe for making gumbo

4. Lonesome Rider

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

I’m a long lonesome rider

And I ride both night and day.

I’m a long lonesome rider

And I ride both night and day

There’s always somewhere I gotta go

I gotta get away

I’m ‘on take my rider

Sling that girl on behind

She’s my back door

She’s the best I’ll ever find

Just me and my baby

Ride to the end of the road

She got shotgun pipes

Boy, that girl can sure unload

5. Chicken in the gumbo

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

How bout a little chicken in the gumbo

Come on with the chicken

Chicken in the gumbo

Chicken in the pot

Chicken in the gumbo

Chicken in the pot

Come on with the chicken

Chicken in the pot

Come on with the chicken

Oh yeah

Come on with the chicken, y’all

Law, here come the chicken

6. What was I thinking

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

What was I thinking, I should’ve known

I gave you everything I had

Trying to make a go

I got so ragged, you told me I was slow

Show me the money, honey, show me the dough

I’m a fool, I’m a fool

I spent all my time

Wasting my mind on you

I work my butt off seven days a week

So you can spend my money in a high tone boutique

I put you uptown, in a new car

You put me down from

The other end of the bar

I’m a fool, I’m a fool

I spent all my time

Wasting my mind on you

What was I thinking

How in the world could I know

I spent all my time

Wasting my mind on you

What was I thinking, where’s my brain

All that money down the drain

You push my buttons, and you choke my chain

Lord have mercy, all I’ve got is pain

I’m a fool, I’m a fool

I spent all my time

Wasting my mind on you

I spent all my time

Wasting my mind on you

7. Out in the Night

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

Out in the night, you can hear the saxophone singing

A song about how you love me tender

Out in the night, where the lights just flap their wings

We musta flown through that last number

And I can hear it, the old timey song

Coming around again

Knocking on the door, like an old long lost friend

And I can feel it, coming around the bend

And it’s rising up underneath of my skin

Out in the night

Out in the night, there’s a sound across the water

The wind against the waves, the waves against the wind

Out in the night, there’s a spirit and he’ll chase you down

This time I think he’s found you

And I can hear it, the old timey song

Coming around again

Knocking on the door, like an old long lost friend

And I can feel it, coming around the bend

And it’s rising up underneath of my skin

Out in the night

8. I Can’t Sit Down

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

I can’t sit down

I can’t stop it

First thing every morning and I jump right out of bed

Out the door, down the street, I got a rhythm in my head

All day at work I can tell what the boss man said

But… But… But…

I can’t sit down

No way

I can’t sit down

Ain’t no way I’m sittin down

Hey now, people, I don’t have much to say

But I got this feeling and it will not go away

Got me dancing, got me up on my toes

I don’t know the answer, but one thing I know

I can’t sit down

I can’t stop it

Law have mercy can’t quit moving around

I can’t quit shakin everything on down

I’m always makin a fool of myself you know why?

I said…

I can’t sit down

Ballin the jack

I can’t sit down

No way

9. Lucky Charm
Words and Music by Bill Wharton

Tonight I might be uptown

Tomorrow I might be down

I’m the kind of guy that likes

To get around

In the big, big city

Way down on the farm

Makes no difference to me

Long as I got my Lucky charm

I had steak up in Chicago

In Nawlins rice and beans

But I landed on my feet, y’all

And I kept it nice and clean

In the wide, wide world

Ain’t no cause for alarm

Because I got my baby

Got myself a lucky charm

You got your black cat bone

Your mojo too

Your Johnny conquer root

And a bag full of voodoo

You can put a spell on me

And never do me no harm

I’m holdin a lucky, lucky, lucky, charm

10. Let the Big Dog Eat

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

Way down South, in the rain and the heat

Sure gets hot down there you could

Cook an egg on the concrete

Every body on the city street says

Whoa!

Let the big dog eat

Call the doctor, call the nurse

Don’t know what it is

But I know it sure hurts

Call the ambulance, call the cops

Call the number of the man of God

Let the big dog eat

Way down South, in the rain and the heat

Sure gets hot down there you could

Cook an egg on the concrete

Every body on the city street says

Whoa!

Let the big dog eat

11. The Goog

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

I told my tech to hit the deck

This old contraption’s bout to break my neck

What the heck, I’m a nervous wreck

I’ll never make it to the next paycheck

The Goog is out to get ya

He won’t forget ya

He’s about to hit ya

I wouldn’t tell you wrong

He can recognize your face from a gimongous database

He can erase you without a trace

Drop your case in a very legal place

You’ll be livin out of a suitcase

The Goog is out to get ya

I wouldn’t **it ya

The Goog is gonna get ya

He’s about to hit ya

Ain’t nowhere you can hide

He’s the Goog for goodness sake

He knows when you are sleeping

He knows when you’re awake

He don’t give no break

He knows when you’re about to make

A very large mistake

The Goog is out to get ya

He don’t forget ya

The Goog is out to get ya

YEAH!

What are you doing, and why are you here?

12. Paco’s Garden

Words and Music by Bill Wharton

Place where I go where time it moves so slow

And I can find myself a peaceful pardon

For all the things I’ve done and all the times I’ve run

I always seem to come to Paco’s garden

Ain’t no complaint ain’t no kind of patron saint

Ain’t no such word as cain’t in Paco’s garden

Like a man with a hoe watching the flowers grow

And that’s all I know bout Paco’s garden

I remember the day we laid that old man down

There was a dogfight and the kids was runnin around

Hell, Floyd almost fell into the hole

But after all these years

I got a few honest to goodness, bona fide tears

Watering the ground in Paco’s garden

There’s a place where I go way down in Mexico

Muy simpatico mi amigo mi amiga

And when I’ve done my time

And I got no more hills to climb

Just bring me back to Paco’s garden

13. Cathead Biscuit Gospel

Words and Music by Louis Walker and Bill Wharton

Can’t get to heaven running on empty

I need some biscuits, thirty-weight gravy

Cathead biscuits, Hoover gravy

Lord have mercy, somebody feed me

Gotta have my catfish, gotta have my deep dish

Gotta go to heaven just like the Baptists

Ain’t no loney I need some money

Ain’t no loney I need some food

Ham hock and collard greens, turkey tails and lima beans

It’s the best I’ve ever seen, oh yeah

Ham hock and collard greens, a little bit of that government cheese

Got me down on my knees

Can’t get to heaven running on empty

I need some biscuits thirty-weight gravy

Cathead biscuits, Hoover gravy

Lord have mercy, somebody feed me

Feed me

Brothers and sisters, I’m fixin to testify

Yes I will

Come on y’all,

Come on in under the tent one time

Oh yeah! Whoooooo!

Thank you Jesus, and Leo Fender too!