Drivin’ To New England
Words and Music by Colin Wilson

Now when I go back down to Texas
it reminds me of the time
I was a lone-star down in Texas
and those desert nights were mine
now my home is in New England
near the water and the pine

Got The Move
Words and Music by Arlo West

Come along pretty baby
I won't do you no harm, no
Don't be givin me no maybe
I'm gonna thrill you with charm

I got the right kind of move
I got the right kind of move
Yea Yea Yea
The right kind of move

Hey Hey don't be shy girl
Why do ya turn away
True little love in this big world
I got to have you today

I got the right kind of move
I got the right kind of move
Hey Hey Yea
The right kind of move

Come along pretty baby
I won't do you no harm, no
Don't be givin me no maybe
I'm gonna thrill you with charm

I got the right kind of move
I got the right kind of move
Yea Yea Yea
I got the right kind of move
Hey Hey Hey Yea
The right kind of move

It wasn't me who threw the egg at the teacher
It wasn't me who stole the apples from the tree
It wasn't me who called you names in the schoolyard
It wasn't me who made you fall and cut your knee

It wasn't me, It wasn't me, It wasn't me

It wasn't me who took the car without you knowing
It wasn't me who drank the beer out in the yard
It wasn't me who snuck in to the drive-in movie
It wasn't me who took you when you were off guard

It wasn't me, It wasn't me, It wasn't me

It wasn't me who took the land back from the nation
It wasn't me who sent the troops out to the war
It wasn't me who wasted all our countries money
It wasn't me who chose the people to ignore

It wasn't me, It wasn't me, It wasn't me

She came from Louisiana somewhere's near New Orleans
She wore a Mexican poncho and a pair of faded blue jeans
He had an East coast accent and a Jack Daniels smile
He drove a rusty old pan head and headed down to Texas for awhile

They met in a dive just outside Dallas
Introduced by that waitress Dallas Alice
She asked him for a ride and he said alright
They bought a bottle and drove off into the night

That's right

She asked him where he was going?
He said I don't know
I think I'm heading' for the border baby
Nuevo Laredo

They bought some blankets and slept in the desert
Making love in the moonlight by the prickly pear
The rattlesnakes and the scorpions were dancing together
The armadillo sang to radio blare

She came from Louisiana somewhere's near New Orleans
She wore a Mexican poncho and a pair of faded blue jeans
He had an East coast accent and a Jack Daniels smile
He drove a rusty old pan head and headed down to Texas for awhile

They met in a dive just outside Dallas
Introduced by that waitress Dallas Alice
Makin' love in the moonlight by the prickly pear

The armadillo sang to radio blare

The armadillo sang to radio blare

You say that you need lovin'
Well I need lovin' too
Say that you’ve been givin’
I gave everything I had to you
And they call me the winner

Callin' me a taker
I've been taken in by you
Call me a faker
When everything’s fake about you
They still call me the winner

You can't tell me that it's over
As you walk out of the door
Then tell me you still love me

Say I'm a beginner
But I've got miles on you
Still call yourself a giver
I've given everything I had to you

And they call me the winner
Still callin’ me the winner
I am not the winner

You ain't nothing but a Rattlesnake
You come crawling round my door
You ain't nothing but a Rattlesnake
You come crawling round my door
You ain't gonna bite me
Ain't gonna bite me no more

They told me you was out there
I couldn't see your face
They told me you was out there
Yea, but I couldn't see your face
I could hear you when you rattle your tail
Rattlesnake

You make me feel so blue
You make me weep and moan
You make me feel so blue baby
You make me weep and moan
Yea but you don't want me
You just lookin for a home

You ain't nothing but a Rattlesnake
You come crawling round my door
You ain't nothing but a Rattlesnake
You come sliding round my door
Yea but you don't want me
Ain't gonna bite me no more

When the big bad wolf, comes to call
He’s gonna blow down our house of straw
When the big bad wolf, comes to call
He’s gonna blow down our house of straw
When the big bad wolf comes to call
Somebody better fetch the law

When the big bad wolf gets his kicks
He’s gonna blow down our house of sticks
When the big bad wolf gets his kicks
He’s gonna blow down our house of sticks
When the big bad wolf gets his kicks
Ain’t gonna need no bag of tricks

We’d better, lock up our daughters
And build a house with bricks and mortar
Don’t ya think we oughta?
Pack up the car, and make for the border

When the big bad wolf, comes around
He’s gonna blow our playhouse down
When the big bad wolf, comes around
He’s gonna blow our playhouse down
When the big bad wolf, knocks the door
He’s gonna blow like ’74

We’d better, lock up our daughters
And build a house with bricks and mortar
Don’t ya think we oughta?
Pack up the car, and make for the border

You got me twisted you know my mind can't take no more
You got me twisted you know my mind can't take no more
When I see you comin' baby my feet start heading for the door

You got me twisted just like licorice on your lips
You got me twisted just like licorice on your lips
And when I see you comin' baby my feet take a little trip

You got me twisted you know my mind can't take no more
You got me twisted you know my mind can't take no more
An when I see you comin' honey my feet start heading for the door....walk on

You got me twisted just like licorice on your lips
You got me twisted just like licorice on your lips
And when I see you comin' momma my feet take a little trip

I live in a swamp by the railroad track
So far gone I ain't never coming back
I drink cheap wine almost every night
Walking these streets until daylight

Let it roll
American Dream

Hey there mister can you spare a dime
I paid my dues and did my time
Applied for a job but it don't look good
I'm sick of this cardboard neighborhood

Let it roll
American Dream

Bag Lady said it would be OK
To borrow her shopping cart today
Went down town and I met my group
Fire in a barrel and a can of soup

Let it roll
American Dream
Let it roll
American Dream
Let it roll

You know that I love you
What more can I do
I get down on my knees baby and I
Sing these same old blues

But that's alright
It's alright
I just can't hide our love
Alright baby
I just can't hide

Well now little sunshine
Bring me your sweet wine
Don't tease your big daddy
Momma know you sure look fine

And that's right
It's alright
I just can't hide our love
Alright baby
I just can't hide

Well now little sunshine
Bring me your sweet wine
Don't tease your big daddy
Momma know you sure look fine

And that's right
It's alright
I just can't hide our love
Alright baby
I just can't hide

I just can't hide
I just can't hide
You know I just can't hide
That's right

On Gritty mountain, there stood a shack
made of Tin and Wood
And friday nights, the Mountain men
would gather up real good
They came to see, the guitar man
a legend on this hill
they checked their banjos, at the door
and ate and drank their fill

He drinks his hooch out of a jar
and works that rusty old guitar
an' all the 'billy's sing along
to 'The Gritty Mountain Song'

He wore a truckers cap, and a checkered shirt
a good ol' boy indeed
he was born under, an apple tree
the story so decreed
he was a local find,a shining star
a secret best well kept
'til that fateful night, up on that mount
the legend was to end

There was a note pinned to the door
the men shuffled round the floor
the note read out did say
I've gone to Califor-NI-A

Now a postcard came, the other day
to that shack on Gritty Mountain
from Hollywood, the Guitar man
after weeks had passed 'til then
He got a record deal,to release his tune
now he's loved across the land
the Guitar man, and some yankee dudes
have formed 'The Gritty mountain Band'

He drinks his hooch out of a jar
and works that rusty old guitar
and the nation sings along
to 'The Gritty mountain Song'

All songs © 2010 EL VATO / Old School Records