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Got a broken spoke on my wagon wheel
My horse is lookin’ kinda bad
Two men robbed my camp last fall
And took all the money I had.
Got a gun slung round as fine as can be
But there’s no powder left in my horn
Went to hunt for some grub and I took to the trees
But I fell in the briars and thorns.
My whiskey bottle's getting’ empty
My boots I'm wearin’ kinda thin
Won't take much but to look in my eyes
You can see the state that I'm in.
My jacket was handed down from my pa
You could read a book through the holes
My best friend stole my pocket knife
And stuck it right into my soul.
I got one bad knee and the other ain't good
I'm walkin’ around with a cane
I like playin’ poker and I would if I could
Get some money to buy in the game.
My whiskey bottle's getting empty
My boots wearin’ right though
Things ain't goin’ my way you see
But I'm glad I'm sitting with you.
I'm an old rusty nail
There’s no wind in my sail
But I'm glad to be here with you.
‘Arguably OK’ can be used to honestly describe my mood on most occasions outside of listening to this awesome output. There’s no arguing the rowdy country rock on this album as anything but amazing. The raucous twang meets honky punk rock hammers down harder than a 12er of banquet beers on a muggy summer sweat. Imagine all 3 Hank Williams morphed into a raspy, psychedelic orchestra kicking their shit across the Pacific NW then rubbing it in the modern face of Nashville. Bucky
When I first heard it I thought: This is exactly what I wish country had become instead of pop. Drug confessionals, spiritual love, pared down 80s cover. True rebel. No shit-kickers attitude necessary. addem