Carry Me To Home

by The Deadly Gentlemen

supported by
Jacob Caniparoli
Jacob Caniparoli thumbnail
Joe daLuz
Joe daLuz thumbnail
Codename Mozart
Codename Mozart thumbnail
close
/
00:00
00:00

  • Digital Album

    Immediate download of 11-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.

    Buy Now  $10 USD

1.
(free) 03:08
lyrics
download
2.
(free) 03:06
lyrics
download
3.
03:09
lyrics
4.
03:27
lyrics
5.
02:44
lyrics
6.
02:55
lyrics
7.
02:49
lyrics
8.
03:11
lyrics
9.
03:25
lyrics
10.
05:04
lyrics
11.
03:38
lyrics

about

The newest release from the Deadly Gentlemen

credits

released 22 June 2011
Greg Liszt, vocals and banjo
Stash Wyslouch, vocals and guitar
Mike Barnett, vocals and fiddle
Dominick Leslie, vocals and mandolin
Sam Grisman, vocals and double bass

Recorded and mixed by Erick Jaskowiak
Additional recording by Jon Lukason, Kendra Lynn, Matt Malikowski, Warren Amerman, Stoker White, Mike Moore, John Weston, Adam Taylor, Gordon Hammond, and Mikey Feeney
Mastered by Eric Conn and Don Cobb of Independent Mastering
Cover photo by Michael George (www.inceptivenotions.com)
CD design by Rachel Belgard (www.rebelgardesign.com)

Composed and produced by Greg Liszt
Arranged by the Deadly Gentlemen

The Road Is Rocky is based on Rocky Road Blues by Bill Monroe. Bullet In My Shoulder is based on Wanted Man by B. Hilliard, L. Pockriss.

tags

tags: epic folk folk grasscore banjo belting bluegrass country fiddle flatpick folk mandolin Boston

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: Sober Cure
Hey bartender, that’s a lovely beer,
Did she love me not?
Did she love me dear?
I can’t ravel back an unraveling mind,
But if I take that drink I can travel in time.

Back in the days of summer,
Flaming and blissful,
Me and you, a stamen and pistil,
Love be lofty, love be risky,
But if she won’t have me
You can love me whiskey.

I’m holding out hope for a sober cure,
A way, a way,
Way to forget should I know for sure.

I’m ready to go home and sink in the bunk,
Good boys don’t get stinking and drunk,
I can’t find the fun in my sober living,
When there’s no forgetting and such slow forgiving.

I’m holding out hope for a sober cure,
A way, a way,
A way to forget should I know for sure.

Hey Barnett, I’d have a final shot,
I don’t care if I’ll be fine or not,
Someday you can find me sober,
But tonight I’m a five-leaf clover.

I’m holding out hope for a sober cure,
A way, a way,
A way to forget should I know for sure,
I’m holding out hope for a sober cure,
A way, a way,
A way to forget should I know for sure.
Track Name: 99 Days
99 Days
(G. Liszt, fiddle melody public domain)

In the future my fortune,
In the gutter my ruin,
So, what am I thinking?
So, what am I doing?
Living on my own,
For 99 days,
Going to find what it means,
Find what it weighs,

I left it behind,
I gave it all away,
I’m making it back,
Saving all my pay,
Living on hope,
For 99 days,
It’s time to find means,
It’s time to find ways.

It’s no trouble to talk,
And I can talk and talk tenderly,
Yes we can,
Truly be who we pretend to be,
When I don’t come back,
For 99 days,
Do you find time mean
Do you find the time pays?

I will find a way,
Of numbing the pain,
The good and the bad,
Are one and the same.
I will find a way,
Of numbing the pain,
The good and the bad…

I had it all,
Gave it away,
Now I’m making it back,
I’m saving the pay,
Living on hope,
For 99 days,
It’s time to find means,
It’s time to find ways.

I will find a way,
Of numbing the pain,
The good and the bad,
Are one and the same,
I will find a way,
Of numbing the pain.
Track Name: Police
Police
(G. Liszt, based on traditional song Policeman)

Police come by banging on my door this morning,
Police come banging on my door this morning,
They know me by chemical,
They know my Drano,
They know my method
Don’t know my name though,
Police, banging on my door this morning.

I laid down flat on my back in the bed this morning,
I laid down flat on my back in the bed this morning,
A big old bucket of lye,
Bucket of water,
Make a living a buck at a time,
Buck and a dime,
Buck and a quarter,
Police come banging on my door this morning.

Sun come up in a devilish blue this morning,
Sun done come up in a devilish blue this morning,
A deal went down with the devil it’s true,
Double down,
Double the devil his due,
Police come banging on my door this morning.

Big old jug, bottom on top this morning,
Big old jug, bottom on the top this morning,
Up and down town, bumping in the bleak,
Shake it to bake it,
Dump it in the creek.

Broken down town house,
Rubble in a pile this morning,
Broken down town house,
Rubble in a pile this morning,
I burned down the town house,
Rubble in a pile,
If I get found out trouble and a trial,
Police come but I didn’t want to go this morning.

Drink my liquor with a pancake cold,
Can a man make silver?
Can a man make gold?
You don’t need to be mad to need a method,
Good to be the maker but bad to be the meth head,

Police come by banging on my door this morning,
Police come around banging on my door this morning,
That cop’s so crooked he’ll take by the fistful,
Take a look at a forty-four pistol,
I didn’t want to go.
Track Name: Slaughter Me, Baby
Slaughter Me, Baby
(G. Liszt)

Wake up.

You’ve got to wake up and work!

You’ve got to wake up and work,
But I mean that sucks,
What about love,
Why green back bucks?
I know you need them,
But if you’re lonely, bored,
Give it up and come with me,
Freedom is its own reward.

I’m on a mission demeaning,
I’m on a mission demanding,
Living a dream, a lie,
Living a misunderstanding,
You maybe kind,
You maybe the finest,
I’ll stay behind,
If you’ll slay me your highness.

Slaughter me baby,
Be good and be bad,
Whenever what ought to be
Just couldn’t be had,
Slaughter me,
Just slaughter me please,
Take my body,
Scatter it on the watery seas.

She was wise and fine,
She had eyes that shine,
I quipped quick
And I blinded her with lies that rhyme,
Then by the time I woke up she’d gone away,
At least it lasted till the dawn of day,
Every time I die I’m reborn in rapture,
I’ve still got my banjo on the morning after.

Slaughter me baby,
Be good and be bad,
Whenever what ought to be,
Just couldn’t be had,
Slaughter me,
Just slaughter me please,
Take my body,
Scatter it on the watery seas.

I promise someday you’re going to find me gone,
I count every second until it’s finally dawn,
My love to love’s like a drought to weather,
I’d go but if I do go,
I’ll be out forever.

You got to wake up and work.

Slaughter me baby,
Be good and be bad,
Whenever what ought to be,
Just couldn’t be had,
Slaughter me please,
Take my body,
Scatter it on the watery seas.

Freedom is its own reward.
Track Name: The Road Is Rocky
The Road is Rocky
(G. Liszt, based on Rocky Road Blues by Bill Monroe)

Love’s sort of a blood sport,
Pay to play,
Beat, be beaten,
Fade, fade away,
Dad said son,
It’s the song not the singer,
The road’s rocky,
Boy don’t bring her,
My heart’s been broken,
And wracked by grieving,
I can take it,
I’m getting her back by leaving.

I had a good love,
And it turned out worthless,
I feel like a clown,
At a burned out circus,
It’s not my fault,
She blinded me with fineness,
No whining,
I finally know what the time is,
I’m happy to say,
That I learned the lie,
I’m on a highway driving,
Her turn to cry.

The road is rocky but it’s time to roam.
The road is rocky but it’s time to roam,
Some other man’s got my woman,
It’s rocky but I’ll find a home.

I’d stay awake until daybreak,
It’d make my back throb,
She’d come back,
Talking like a wack job,
Too many nights,
Of her faking and treachery,
Been steadily breaking
And making a wretch of me,
She made me love her,
She made me suffer,
I’m through with this cheating,
I’m through with the mistreating.

The road is rocky but it’s time to roam.
The road is rocky but it’s time to roam,
Some other man’s got my woman,
It’s rocky but I’ll find a home.

The road is rocky but it won’t be long,
The road is rocky but it won’t be long,
Some other man’s got my woman I’m gone.
Track Name: World Of Pain
World of Pain
(G. Liszt)

Twisted tomorrow,
Twisted today,
Yesterday’s all gone,
Kissed it away,
Going to miss it tomorrow,
Missed it today,
I could have held on,
But it twisted away.

Now I’m roughing it every day,
Dawn till dusk,
It’s rough in the daytime,
And in the night it’s rough,
Way back in the good old days,
Hope set the world aflame,
Now I’m living in a world of pain.

I made a bargain with the witches,
For their boiling brew,
Bartered the part of me,
That was loyal and true,
I paid the price,
For living in a state of vice,
I look the same,
Oh, but I’m made of ice,
It’s too late to stop me,
You can watch in vain,
I’m off to the pawnshop,
I’ve got a watch and chain.

Now I’m roughing it every day,
Dawn till dusk,
It’s rough in the daytime,
And in the night it’s rough,
Way back in the good old days,
Hope,
Hope set the world aflame,
Now I’m living in a world of pain,

I’m roughing it every day,
Dawn till dusk,
And in the night it’s rough,
Way back in the good old days,
Hope set the world aflame,
Now I’m living in a world of pain.

Way back in the good old days,
Hope set the world aflame,
But now I’m living in a world of pain,
Now I’m living in a world of pain.
Track Name: Bullet In My Shoulder
Bullet In My Shoulder
(G. Liszt, based on Wanted Man by B. Hilliard, L. Pockriss)

I did have to do it
And yeah I did do it,
I did it but damn did it cost me,
What good are my two bare hands,
On a twenty man posse?

Bullet in my shoulder,
Blood running down my vest,
Ah they’re coming,
They’re never going to let me rest.

I took off out of that dumpy town,
But now his boys are coming to hunt me down,
I’m not going to be going down easy,
I’m not going to be going down quickly,
I can’t kill the pain,
It’s still the same,
No morphine and I’m about out of whiskey,

Bullet in my shoulder,
Blood running down my vest,
Ah they’re coming,
They’re never going to let me rest.

If only I could have turned a cold shoulder,
I could have blown it off instead,
I might be dumb but I do know well,
She’ll love another man when I’m in a coffin dead.
The rage in my body,
Filled in the building,
He put up a good fight,
It’s a miracle I killed him,

Bullet in my shoulder,
Blood running down my vest,
Twenty man posse coming to toss me,
They’re never going to let me rest.

Was it worth it bothering?
It wasn’t,
Twenty mad men and a father and a cousin,
Coming to kill me in my prime,
I’d really been hoping to get older,
It would have been nice,
But I’m on a tired old worn-out horse,
What’s more I’ve got a
Bullet in my shoulder,
Blood running down my vest,
They’re never going to let me rest.

Better to go down one night,
Dead in gunfight blazing,
Than shackled chained strangled,
Dangling while they stone my face in,
I had to do it I did do it,
I did it but damn did it cost me,
Tell me,
What good are my two bare hands,
On a twenty-man posse?

Bullet in my shoulder,
Blood running down my vest,
They’re coming
They’re never going to let me rest.
Track Name: Carry Me To Home
Carry Me To Home
(G. Liszt)

It’s too late for me kids,
Save yourselves,
I sowed it I’ll reap it,
Save yourselves,
I’ve had a good run,
But I’m battered and bummed,
I’m not trying to hide it
I fell where I strided.

Won’t someone pick me up
And carry me to home?
And if I do die lonesome,
Bury me alone,
It’s oh so sad though
Painfully true,
I know, I know why
You came to be blue.

I’m drunk again,
And not from love, liquor,
But I’ve seen drunker men,
Hey, lots are love-sicker,
I’m numb and I get number now,
That’s all that a drink brings,
But I’d rather be blank,
I’m dark when I think things.

Won’t someone pick me up
And carry me to home?
If I do die lonesome
Bury me alone
It’s oh so sad though painfully true
I know, I know why
You came to be blue

Would somebody please pick me up
And carry me to home?
And if I do die lonesome
Bury me alone,
It’s oh so sad though painfully true,
I know, I know why,

Oh pick me up,
And carry me to home,
And if I do die,
Bury me alone,
I’ll sow no bad,
It’s pain for me too,
I know that I’m why
You came to be blue.
Track Name: Bad Habit Blues
Bad Habit Blues
(G. Liszt, inspired by the Cocaine Habit Blues, public domain)

Daylight in the downtown,
Feels so plain,
So I’m going to find my gal,
She deals cocaine,
I buy from my baby,
It’s becoming a habit,
Anytime you got it
I’ll be coming to grab it,
I’m ready to get lifted into glory victorious,
Believe in heaven and those storied euphorias,
Give me the sinful life,
Where night be the day,
I want to go young
I’m thinking it might be the way.

Times are tough but they go on,
I’m down now but I won’t be so long.
Oh. No.

Out of the gate like a stallion at a racing track,
To the mountain to the valley and to space and back,
I’ve got a one-way ticket,
And I’m flying too quickly,
But it’s tough to kick it,
It’s trying to trick me,
Meddling in my brain,
Playing a mind game,
It told me that it would kill me,
But it gave no timeframe,
So I’m back,
Coming around the corner,
High on cocaine,
Loping and feeling no pain,

Times are tough but the burden light,
Times are tough but I’m a bird in flight.

I’m coming up and around the corner high,
I’ve been up and I’ve been down,
And a guy’s born to die,
But every time I cross that uptown boundary,
Some beat cop billy club’s
Up and down pounding me,
If you’re going to help me be real cautious,
Things I do make me feel nauseous,
I wake up in the day feeling broken and bad,
But there’s bourbon in the bottle and the coke in the bag.

Times are tough but they go on,
I’m down now but I won’t be so long,
Times are tough but the burden light,
Times are tough but I’m a bird in flight.
Track Name: Sadie
Sadie
(G. Liszt, inspired by the traditional ballad Little Sadie)

I’m just a number in here,
But in the world I’m famous,
You know my legend,
Know what my name is,
Killed my girl,
Cold blood in the first degree,
And living and breathing
Is naught but a curse to me.

Skin of alabaster and a pristine smile,
Sapphire eyes with a childlike guile,
Oh my siren her
Fire and fineness,
Made me molten,
Sated it made me mindless,
My passion dutiful —
Stark in darkening savage and beautiful! —
I trusted this girl
This lusterless pearl,
Now there’s nothing I’ll ever trust in this world.

Her passion,
Smothered to ash and then faded to an ember,
But I loved her still May to November,
It’s twisted what her kiss did its silent chilliness,
So vile and bilious,
That I could not be calm, but I did try to be, tried
But I could not stand back idly,
Her pretty pale lips, kissed and lied to me,
Freed that demon of mine with a whisper goodbye to me.

Something broke open unbridled inside of me,
I flooded with an ire so fiery,
The thought of her willowy way,
Powered a vengeance
I swore that I will repay.

I got into bed but I could not take any rest,
Each beat of the heart like a stake in the breast,
Each breath shallow,
Taken with an aching chest,
I lay shattered awake and depressed,
No longer mild in demeanor, steadily
Deadly my thoughts, wilder and meaner,
Anger’s ember lit up a roaring flame,
I stumbled up out into the pouring rain,
The gloom and the grayness,
Ruined and heinous,
I wandered the town for hours aimless,
For nights on end I made miles in circles,
A shell of a man heartless,
Living in the darkness.

Every drop dried out of my mouth,
Up out of my gullet,
I loaded that gun up,
Bullet by bullet by bullet,
I wandered around town drinking like always,
Shadowed in alleys, doorways, hallways,
A shadow black wallower,
She walked home all alone and I followed her.

I crept up out of the gloom,
She turned to me right there,
Straight out of a nightmare,
Color bleakened black,
The world got soundless,
Nobody else anywhere around us,
Her beauty blinded me in blood lust,
I did not see the gleam of the blade
And the blood gush,
But I felt it wild and blissful,
I looked her in the eye and fired that pistol.

I dumped her in a dumpster,
Shot and rotten and dead,
Strode home and I got in the bed, blood
Boiling up in the body, hot in the head,
I finally faded to blackness,
Forty-four pistol just a little under the mattress.

Woke up and made a run for,
Knowing I was done for,
With the police banging on the front door,
I made it away by some kind of miracle
Late in the day got to the hills of Jericho,
Made a good run
But I knew when they found me,
Every man in the bar was closing in around me,
They threw me through a dry wall,
And with the red of the blood in my eyeball,
I said,
You’re making a mess my name is Lee,
I murdered her in the first degree.
They took me to the train dressed up in black,
And I died every mile for rest of the track.

Judge got righteous,
Talking about justice,
But I’d rather be dead than that
Lifeless, lustless,
It’s a capital crime don’t do me any favors,
She shouldn’t have messed around,
Just read me the papers,
I’m in a rotbox now,
Hauling a ball and chain,
I live and I breath,
But I do it all in vain,
Nothing to do here,
But think about my vices,
So I sleep and dream her,
Beautiful but lifeless,
I’d rather be dead,
So that I really might rest,
Instead of dreaming about that
Bloodstained lily white breast.

Go get a razor to shave me,
Don’t even bother to save me,
I’m thinking about you Sadie,
Coming to see you in Hades,
I’m a criminal past a shadow of a doubtlet,
Ready to die plug me into that outlet.
Track Name: Moonshiner
Moonshiner
(G. Liszt)

Been a moonshiner since the day I was born,
I drunk up all my money and
I stilled up all my corn,
Been a moonshiner and I’m numb to pain,
If you could have been me,
You’d have done the same,

Came into the world rugged at the get go,
A deep dark hole got dug out of the meadow,
Looking back it’s just a blanket of gray,
I lived all the trouble then I drank it away.

I've seen so many good people laid in the shade,
I’ve been around,
I’ve seen many a good maiden betrayed,
Look into that cup it’s a crying shame,
Better to live high than to die in pain,

Been a moonshiner since the day I was born,
I drunk up all my money
I stilled up my corn,
If I had them I'd fly away with a couple I wings,
But I just have my way with the trouble it brings.

Time and again her papa just told her no,
Time and again I see her now
Getting older slow,
We never did to come to pass,
There’s still fun,
But I can’t get fun to last,
Come on moonshiners, stand in a row,
I see you looking abandoned and low,
There’s a lot that could have been
That you couldn’t be true to,
It’s a bad feeling I know it better than you do.

Too many old biscuits and leftover flapjacks,
And under my bed,
Too many little satchels and backpacks,
Loved the girls since I came to life,
My testament I blessed them in the name of Christ,
So be mine babe, you get a cart and bull,
Billy goat gruff and liquor by the carton-full
Be mine,
You get a diamond ring,
Live in an oak tree all the time and sing,
But I’ve been a moonshiner since the day I was born,
I drunk up all my money and
I stilled up all of my corn,
Tell me to quit it and every day I’ll try,
But I’ll be a moonshiner till the day I die.