LUTHER DICKINSON Rock ‘n Roll Blues
Vandalize 2:53 2. Blood ‘n Guts 3:19 3. Yard Man 3:07 4. Goin’ Country 3:18 5. Mojo, Mojo 5:18 6. Rock ‘n Roll Blues 2:47 7. Bar Band 2:44 8. Stone’s Throw 4:16 9. Some Ol’ Day 3:20 10. Karmic Debt 3:30
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Produced by Luther Dickinson Recorded and mixed by Kevin Houston at Zebra Ranch Fellowship Hall and Electric Church - Independence, MS Luther Dickinson - acoustic guitar and vocals Amy LaVere - upright bass and vocals Sharde Thomas - drums, fife and vocals Lightninâ€™ Malcolm - drums and vocals Mastered by Brad Blackwood at Euphonic Masters - Memphis, TN Design - Paul Moore Photography - Glynnis McDaris, Jamie Harmon (studio photos) Management - 7S MGMT Booking - High Road Touring Legal services - Josh Grier
Thank You - Cody Dickinson, Chris Tetzeli, Necha, Lucia and Mary Lindsay Dickinson, Frank Riley, Gary Briggs, Peter Jesperson, Matt Hickey, Ryan Kingsbury, JJ Grey, Tommy Stinson and Paul Westerberg, Mississippi John Hurt, Levon Helm, Patterson Hood, Chris Robinson, Baxendale Guitars, Gordon Jones, Ian McLagan, Gordie Johnson, Mo, Chris Mara, Vance Powell, Eddie Spear and Seasick Steve.
he highway ghosts lure you thru the graveyard shift and dare you to close your eyes against the dawn as you drive thru the wasteland to the next one-night stand. The muse sings into one ear as you scratch out illegible gospel against your blue jeans and the devil laughs from the other shoulder, until a white knuckled fist jerks you back onto the road. Finally crashing into the familiar haunted motel room, not sure if you were awake or dreaming and unable to read or remember the words, there’s Bob waiting for you, or be it Duane, Charlie or Dad.
How many generations will The Calling seduce and intoxicate? Did the star-crossed deals our forefathers made on those fateful, full moon intersections seal our fate as well as theirs? The salvation of the Lonely Road Rock ‘n Roll Country Blues Fever is passed down, each generation stubbornly as rebellious as the one that infected and inspired it. Did any of us have a choice? I don’t remember ever having one, the blind determination my soul’s advantage. Thank God for the Curse; the velocity and quality of modern day Roots Music is a saving grace in these sorry times and gives me hope for our children. May their song forever link the future to the ancient musical bloodline that runs back through Robert Johnson, facing the corner in a Dallas hotel room; and the Carter Family and Jimmie Rodgers sitting unrecorded in Bristol, waiting for an audition with the magical recording machine that would change the world. For them, here is my version of the song, one guitar player’s story, sung onto the 8-track tape machine that changed my life as a young lad, watching the reel to reels roll on into the night.
No surrender, no defeat Luther Dickinson.
Vandalize I get so excited, have to vandalize Grew up on punk rock, but when I was young Lived in the country, was the only one For miles and miles nobody around me Rockin’ solo, skateboard anarchy Chorus: Get so excited, have to vandalize Sometimes you know, you just about to explode The young punks in the city put out fanzines Though I was alone I felt strong in my preteen Years have gone by, I don’t skate anymore still Piggly Wiggly parking lot, river city hardcore Chorus There were no all age shows in my day For free and instrumental was how they played In a record store, free for the kids In a record store, free for the kids Chorus
Blood ‘n Guts (The Ballad Of Boots And Dixie) Sacrifice blood ‘n guts Friends and family, fare thee well Left everyone I had at home On a ‘what the hell’ For barkin’ dogs and empty bottles Jailhouse tattoos Lucero stars and Dixie darlins’ And a whole lotta bad news There’s a whole lotta bad news headed home Pour my heart out ‘til I fall over Keep ‘em comin’ ‘til I fall apart Held together with duct tape and guitar strings Like a Mexican road case, keep on rollin’ ‘til the cardboard gives out and I fall thru the bottom again Hit the ground runnin’ Run for your life You better run for your life Sacrifice blood and guts Never know what hit ya Crashin’ on the backseat of the van In the drummer’s kitchen Take a bullet for any one of these Can’t stand these sons of bitches Your old lady’s the last to know And you never know what hit ya There’s a whole lotta bad news headed home
I live out in the country, biggest yard you ever seen My old lady, she like to keep it clean I ain’t no yard man, ain’t no yard man’s son Got a pocket full-a money, she won’t pay to get it done Bought a ridin’ lawnmower, the dirty sumbitch won’t run
I hit the road and my name is up in lights Big city baller, we gon’ rock all night Back home in the country, choppin’ wood in the morning light I ain’t no yard man, ain’t no yard man’s son When it comes to ballin’ baby, I gets it done Come home to the country, cuttin’ grass in the settin’ sun So let it grow, let it grow, ‘til the county come cut it down So let it grow, let it grow, ‘til the winter turn it brown I’m gon’ lay right here, watch it grow 10 feet off the ground The nextdoor neighbor, he be a handy man If she can’t fix it, lord knows he can He was born right here Knows the land like the back of his hand He love to watch me out here sweatin’ and showin’ my ass Said, “Boy, I hope you play guitar better than you cut that grass” I ain’t no yard man, aint no yard man’s son You like it so much, come on over here and have yo’ fun I got a pocket full-a money, I’ll pay you sir to get it done I ain’t no yard man, ain’t no yard man’s son
Goin’ Country God spoke to me at the dog races “Son, ain’t you tired of trippin’ over your shoe laces? Get you some cowboy boots, do like you supposed to do White boys ain’t born to sing the blues” Chorus: I’m goin’ country Goin’ to Nashville, Tennessee I’m goin’ country Clean, God-fearing place to raise my family I’m goin’ country Rock ‘n roll ain’t workin’ out for me Jesus has left the building, a long time ago Prayin’ over what they playin’ on the country radio Headed east, music highway, promised land bound Gonna co-write a hit before Jesus burn the honky-tonk down Chorus Have mercy Stepped over St. Peter at the bus station Take off your cowboy hat in heaven, son, you escaped damnation My father said, “Son, you did the one thing I told you not to do Memphis boy never hang up his rock ‘n roll shoes” Chorus Home of the blues just ain’t no place to be
Mojo, Mojo Mojo, Mojo, where you been? Been to hell and back and back again Looked the enemy in the eye On the battlefield, fixin’ to die Spat in my hand and shook on the deal Wrote in the book of the seventh seal Mojo, Mojo, where’d you go? Believe me son, you don’t want to know Had to curse my name and paint my face To worship in that unholy place Took my shelter in an unmarked grave My bloody handprint on the cave Mojo, Mojo, on the run Took up arms and marched across the sun Told the hangman, swingin’ from the tree Best cut me loose and set me free Singin’ from the scrolls of the Dead Sea God sukked the hellhounds out on me Mojo, Mojo, where you been? Been to hell and back and back again Woe is the country founded in blood Another generation bled out in the mud Hell on earth in the desert sand I’ll be damned if this is God’s plan Singing for forgotten heroes and fallen friends Rise unto Lazarus and fight again Mojo, Mojo
Rock ‘n Roll Blues Signed my deal with the devil My blood tipped the eagle feather Hear the drums in the night There’ll be no negotiations Down upon the old plantation A po’ boy has no rights Goddam, workin’ for the man Po’ boy got nothin’ to lose Singin’ those ol’ rock ‘n roll blues Have you heard the news? Got the bleedin’ ear drum, backbeat backlash bloodshot black eye, rock ‘n roll blues Room service paid in cash It all happened way too fast, throwing knives in the wall Goddam, workin’ for the man Po’ boy got nothin’ to lose Singin’ those ol’ rock ‘n roll blues Have you heard the news? Got the busted ear drum, bad news baby, bloodsuckin’ bed bug, rock ‘n roll blues Make me holla my heart out Holla for the break o’day Holla my heart out, hey, hey, hey Holla my blues away, hey, hey, hey Got the burned out, beaten, bankrupted, broken hearted big brother, rock ‘n roll blues
Fightin’ hard to keep my cool Trippin’ by the swimmin’ pool A stranger in my own home Goddam, workin’ for the man Po’ boy got nothin’ to lose Singin’ those ol’ rock ‘n roll blues Have you heard the news?
Bar Band Underage, backstage Played our demo on the radio Staple gun, on the run Never been higher, hangin’ up flyers We paid to play, sell us a six-pack Or we steal your microphones and paint them black “Seen ‘em come go punk, get out of here You’re never going nowhere and you get no beer And ya ...” Chorus: Never be nothing Never be nothing Never be nothing But a bar band Pack up your gear Load up the van Never be nothing But a bar band Busted me, back alley Flashin’ neon, stealin’ Freon Amps on 10, we handcuffed in patrol car, behind the bars Mr. Police, yo, you got to let us go 10 of our friends waiting for the show “Gimme your drugs, punk, and pour out your beer I’ll bust yo’ ass if I catch ya ‘round here And ya ...” Chorus Ad in the Flyer said, “Local bands needed” Lost the battle of the bands because we got cheated Yeah Live by the code of the road Asleep in the van, guitar in my hand Ladies and gentlemen, we’re back again Playing for the door, shut up and count to four 1-2-3-4 Chorus
I work hard from sun to sun Sweat in my eyes ‘til the job is done Blew a few shots to get out of town Hell, I’m satisfied just fuckin’ around Throwin’ stones thru windows of opportunity Running from the cops, up the freezing streets Of a broke down town, leavin’ tracks in the snow
It’s the karmic debt of a dream come true Starless nights searching for you Set sail out on the rollin’ sea Let the mermaids flirt with me
I missed my mark by a stone’s throw Blacked out for a few minutes while it meant the most I can hit the bullseye with both eyes closed But I missed my mark by a stone’s throw The sky was green and the grass was blue I forgot all I thought I knew May be a fool but I ain’t no goddam fool Know the house rules, shootin’ dirty pool Yeah, I’m the coolest guy you ever smelt Smooth as an 8 ball rollin’ ‘cross the felt Yeah, I can run the table with my eyes closed But I missed my mark by a stone’s throw Blacked out for a few minutes while it meant the most I can hit the bullseye with both eyes closed But I missed my mark by a stone’s throw
Some Ol’ Day Someday, if you ever wonder what in the world ever came of me Looked back as far as I could see, nothing but trouble chasin’ after me Someday, if you ever hear the wind tremblin’ thru the trees Someday, if you ever wonder what the hell ever happened to me Someday, if you ever come lookin’ my way Never tomorrow, wherever I am today Don’t believe what you see or hear them say Broke free, disappeared and changed my ways Some ol’ day a mean, mistreatin’ moon may be risin’ A dark cloud passing thru Someday, if I ever wonder what the hell ever happened to you Someday, if you ever wonder what in the world ever came of me Livin’ in a world of trouble, temptation would not let me be Someday, if you ever hear the wind tremblin’ thru the trees Someday, if you ever wonder what the hell ever happened to me
Set this course as a young lad You held fast thru the good and the bad Horizon bound, you jumped aboard Shipwreck predicted but you ignored Agreed to the deal, you know the score But it feels so long since I been ashore Three weeks of high water is much too long Adrift in the windblown siren song It’s the karmic debt of a dream come true Starless nights searching for you Set sail out on the rollin’ sea Let the mermaids flirt with me Every night lost in the sound Sailing my way back, homeward bound If this ol’ world is surely round Eventually I’ll hit solid ground Feeling lucky for to catch a break Take it easy for heaven’s sake Pack a picnic and ride to the lake Think of all the love we’ll make Karmic debt of a dream come true Sleepless nights pining for you They say tomorrow is another day If the winds pick up I’ll be on my way Set sail out on the rollin’ sea Let the mermaids flirt with me
All songs written by Luther Dickinson North Mississippi Music (BMI) except Stone’s Throw written by Luther Dickinson and Luke Reynolds North Mississippi Music (BMI) / Songs of Luke Reynolds (ASCAP)