Anthology of 21st Century Gomer Punk Vol. 1

by High Card Drifters

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The first full length album from the Pioneers of Gomer Punk.

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released July 27, 2017

The Band:

Christopher J. Callahan - Guitar, Vocals, Drums, Washboard
Mark L. Donnelly - Banjo, Vocals, Mandolin, Tenor & Alto Sax
Bryn Tucker - Octave Mandolin, Fiddle, Vocals
Aaron Hendel - Bass
Ricardo Zegri - Drums, Guitar, Ukulele, Vocals, Cowbell

Special Guests:

Pete Grant - Pedal Steel - tracks 6,8,11
Steve Lucky - Hammond Organ - tracks 3, 6. Piano - tracks 1, 4.
Megan Tucker - Baritone Sax - tracks 1,2,3,4,6,7
Kalei Yamanoha - Trombone - tracks 1,2,3,4,6,7
Michael Parykaza - Trumpet - tracks 1,2,3,4,6,7
Featuring the Drifterettes: - tracks 3,4,6,7,8,11
Tisha Donnelly
Holly Callahan
Heidi Wohlwend
Nicole Sivell
Megan Tucker

Recorded at Live Music Center, and The Boat, Vacaville, CA
Mixed by Buddy Saleman, Potrero Post Studios, SF, CA
Mastered by Tim Gennert, Healdsburg, CA

Layout design by K.S. Haddock

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Track Name: Albuquerque Swing
VERSE 1 (Mark):
And I was sittin' in the bathtub goin' down the drain
I'm feelin' whiskey, dust and tractor rust corrodin' my brain
The turnip-bleeding taxman bangin' on my door
Go away, not today, I think I'm dyin'
As my last request, stop your bangin' on my door!
Get outta my-

VERSE 2 (Rick):
Way too much to pay for and not enough scratch
Can't get no work to make it out today, I got no fish to catch
Hope is dyin', wife is cryin', what am I aimin' for?
Goin' down, leavin' town, hittin' bottom
No way to win today, hope is flyin' out the door!
Get outta my-

VERSE 3 (Chris):
She knew my bookie Billy Branham and my banker Bobby Boyd
But that's the kind of conversation that she wanted to avoid
I knew my barkeep Benji Brannigan could even up the score
So off I went to the Dirty Flamingo,
His words of wisdom to me:
Drink myself right out that door!
Get outta my face!

VERSE 4 (Bryn):
They tell me Margaritaville was three stops back,
I took a left turn down at Albuquerque, nearly had a heart attack
Divin' into Whiskey River, sinkin' like a stone
Not today, the better way's packing up and flying
I'm out, without a doubt
I'm gonna get my ass right out that door!
Get outta my face!
Get outta my face!
Get outta my face!

Get outta my face!
Track Name: Wichita Tornado
Whaahoo!
Track Name: Lost and Found
VERSE 1:
Woke up in the morning broke down at night
Feel like I'm in for a terrible fright
I don't know if I'm wrong but it don't feel right
Gonna keep on singin' 'til the broad daylight

It's the sole lubrication for my rational mind
Nothing else seems to even my keel I find
Keep on runnin' or I'll fall behind
Give me the groove and I'll return it in kind

CHORUS:
Rummaging through the lost and found
Cuz I left my soul just lyin' around
If you see it there lyin' down on the ground
Drop it in the mail send it homeward bound

VERSE 2:
Runnin' with the devil through the heavens above
Hatin' with the haters givin' lovers the love
I cannot tell you what I dreamin of
St. Peter and the Devil gonna give me a shove

Freedom of the people and the freedom of the soul
Droppin' to the bottom through an oil-drill hole
Checkin' all the papers for a hollow goal
Save it for the rhythm of the rock and roll

Rummaging through the lost and found
Cuz I left my soul just lyin' around
If you see it there lyin' down on the ground
Drop it in the mail send it homeward bound

Rummaging through the lost and found
Cuz I left my soul just lyin' around
If you see it there lyin' down on the ground
Drop it in the mail send it homeward bound
Track Name: Snuff Addled Grandad
VERSE 1:
Been ramblin' ever since I learnt how to stand
Through dusty towns and dusty bars across the Rio Grand'
Searchin' high and low, tryin' to find my kin
To find out why I gots a taste for cigarettes and heroin

Had a sniff or two of cocaine, crystal meth and PCP
Et up some psilocybin with a drop of LSD
Always did I wonder why it tastes so good to me
That carved out apple don't fall far from the family tree

CHORUS:
Well, the moonshine is burning through the bottom of the jar
Load up my baby bottle with a can of P.B.R.
He's howlin' like a coyote at the busted T.V. set
He's my snuff-addled granddad, what the heck do you expect?

VERSE 2:
Not much of a drinker, just have a little sip
Some whiskey in my coffee, and a pinch of black tar dip
Have six or seven lunchtime beers, just to wet my lips
Shine for supper and four nightcaps, I reckon that's just about it

Well a hand or two of poker never did me any harm
Throwin' dice in the back alleys, it has a certain charm
Some roulette, craps and slot machines to pass the time away
But if my bookie comes a lookin', tell 'em I moved to Paraguay

CHORUS:
Well, the moonshine is burning through the bottom of the jar
Load up my baby bottle with a can of P.B.R.
He's howlin' like a coyote at the busted T.V. set
He's my snuff-addled granddad, what the heck do you expect?

VERSE 3
My dear old grandmammy told me:
"When your pappy went to jail an your mama passed away,
we did our best to raise you in a moral and Christian way
Well your granddad tried that evil snuff, and the rest is history
Now I'm due back at the whorehouse, 'cause Oxycontin don't come for free

CHORUS:
Well, the moonshine is burning through the bottom of the jar
Load up my baby bottle with a can of P.B.R.
He's howlin' like a coyote at the busted T.V. set
He's my snuff-addled granddad, what the heck do you expect?
He's my snuff-addled granddad, what the heck do you expect?
He's my snuff-addled granddad, what the heck do you expect?
Track Name: Hard Rain
VERSE 1:
Catchin' on fire like water don't
Gettin' me drunk like milk don't
Soft like a hard-headed woman ain't
Bright as a bulb that burned out twice

Swimmin' in a river like a fish don't
Shittin' in the woods like a bear don't
Hangin' in the air like a brick don't
Workin' on a chain gang, losin' the farm

CHORUS:
Hard rain followin' the plow
Shortgrass prairie dog's good as drowned
Hard rain followin' the plow
The banker know how to keep a good man down
Hard rain followin' the plow
Drownin' in the middle of a dust bowl town
Hard rain followin'

CHORUS

VERSE 2:
Goin' down the road like a truck don't
Pickin' up the girls like a pig don't
Smokin' all the weed like a preacher don't
Up in the air like a buffalo jump

Whisper in your ear like a thunderstorm
Hangin' on a cross with a crown o' thorns
Guilty as the day you were never born
Chicken and waffles and a cornpone grin
Track Name: Six Feet of Earth
VERSE 1:
You’ve got a boss job
You got a fast car
You have a girl on the side
Who do you think you are?
Six feet of earth will make us all one size
Six feet of earth will make us all one size

VERSE 2:
You’re a heart breaker
You little love taker
Not a man can stand up to your wiles
Six feet of earth will make us all one size
Six feet of earth will make us all one size

Six feet of earth
Six feet of earth
Six feet of earth will make us all one size

VERSE 3:
And death in the end
Brings us to the grave
No matter who you are
We all got to die
Six feet of earth will make us all one size
Six feet of earth will make us all one size

Six feet of earth
Six feet of earth
Six feet of earth
Six feet of earth will make us all one size
Track Name: Tomorrow's Gold
She said come with me flee with tomorrow's gold
Now that she's leavin' I feel about ten years old.
Flush with that gleaming now
But I'm short on the whys and hows
Feeling the load
of tomorrow's gold.

My key's still lost in the bottom of the lost and found
your lock's still buried under the river of the underground
we'll find a cigar band ring
we'll dig up a Canary to sing
But it's the Robin's round
He doesn't make a sound

Love is real
let it ride on the spinning wheel
time is cashing in, leaving you and I to deal

Run too fast, hot sweat will soon grow cold
there's life to live if you buy back the soul you sold.
Can't switch off your dreaming now
you can find me in the whys and hows
just lay down the load
of tomorrows gold.

Love is real
let it ride on the spinning wheel
time is cashing in, leaving you and I to deal
Track Name: It Might be the Creel/Drowning All Day
VERSE 1 (Mark):
And I was sittin' in the bathtub goin' down the drain
I'm feelin' whiskey, dust and tractor rust corrodin' my brain
The turnip-bleeding taxman bangin' on my door
Go away, not today, I think I'm dyin'
As my last request, stop your bangin' on my door!
Get outta my-

VERSE 2 (Rick):
Way too much to pay for and not enough scratch
Can't get no work to make it out today, I got no fish to catch
Hope is dyin', wife is cryin', what am I aimin' for?
Goin' down, leavin' town, hittin' bottom
No way to win today, hope is flyin' out the door!
Get outta my-

VERSE 3 (Chris):
She knew my bookie Billy Branham and my banker Bobby Boyd
But that's the kind of conversation that she wanted to avoid
I knew my barkeep Benji Brannigan could even up the score
So off I went to the Dirty Flamingo,
His words of wisdom to me:
Drink myself right out that door!
Get outta my face!

VERSE 4 (Bryn):
They tell me Margaritaville was three stops back,
I took a left turn down at Albuquerque, nearly had a heart attack
Divin' into Whiskey River, sinkin' like a stone
Not today, the better way's packing up and flying
I'm out, without a doubt
I'm gonna get my ass right out that door!
Get outta my face!
Get outta my face!
Get outta my face!
Get outta my face!
Track Name: Thinking of Drinking
VERSE 1:
If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin' then I think that you'll be drinkin' til there's
nothin' left for drinkin' anymore
Everybody have a listen, if you wanna know what' you're missin'
Let me christen your liver and lead you to the door

CHORUS:
It ain't about a girl; my heart ain't broke, I ain't feelin' no pain
My dog ain't dead, my truck's runnin' fine, I ain't doin' cocaine

VERSE 2:
If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin' then I think that you'll be drinkin' til there's
nothin' left for drinkin' everyday
She's the beauty in my bevy, mow the lawn, fix the Chevy;
She didn't drive me to drink but I forgive her anyway

CHORUS:
It ain't about a girl; my heart ain't broke, I ain't feelin' no pain
My dog ain't dead, my truck's runnin' fine, I ain't doin' cocaine

VERSE 3:
If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin' then I think that you'll be drinkin', but
here's a little pinch of wisdom my son:
Drink cuz ya wanna not cuz ya gotta but
ya oughtta have a lotta the drink to have fun

VERSE 4:
If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin' then I think that you'll be drinkin' but I
don't think you're thinkin' what I thunk;
There ain't a tear in my beer, y'all come back now, y'hear?
This bottle and me we need to get drunk
This bottle and me we need to get drunk
This bottle and me we need to get drunk
This bottle and me we need to get drunk
Track Name: Another Hopeful Song
Whaaahooo!