Thieving Coyote

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released August 9, 2014

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Thieving Coyote Florence, South Carolina

Heavy Rock and Roll from South Carolina.

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Track Name: White Lightning
Posted up in a mobile home, back in the woods twenty miles from the road.
Raisin’ hell in them southern pines, connin’ Johnny Law, runnin’ moonshine.
I had a woman mean as hell. She killed a fella named Boon and threw his body in the well.
The sheriff came lookin’ for Boon; “We ain’t seen nobody here but you.”

Word got around. About the best booze in town. The sheriff caught wind of the tale.
We knew just what to do. It just took one move to throw his body down the well.

The sheriff came lookin’ for Boon. I said we ain’t seen nobody here but you.
He called me a thief and he called me a liar, so I shot him in the head and set him on fire.

Word got around. About the best booze in town. The sheriff caught wind of the tale.
We knew just what to do. It just took one move to throw his body down the well.

The sheriff came lookin’ for Boon. I said we ain’t seen nobody here but you.
He called me a thief and he called me a liar, so I shot him in the head and set him on fire.

I had a woman and a dog, both mean as hell.
Killed our dealer named Boon and threw his body down the well.
Sheriff came around. He was lookin’ for Boon.
I said we ain’t seen nobody here but you.
Well, he called me a thief and he called me a liar,
So I shot him in the head and I set him on fire.

Word got around that the sheriff died, so they sent twenty armed men from the FBI.
Sure outgunned and sure out-manned, I had a 12 gauge pump and a pistol in hand.
They shot my woman and they shot my dog. Well, I couldn’t sit there like a bump on a log.
I told em, “Boys, if ya want me alive, don’t come out shootin’ and we’ll all survive.”
Track Name: Space Van
Oh my god.
We’re goin’ down.
We’ve crash landed on this planet that we’ve found.

It’s a land unseen by many. Green clouds fill the sky.
Twelve foot bongs cover the hillside. The ganja train roams the night.
A five headed hookah monster breaths in fire and releases smoke.
Its a head trip for the ages, so just sit back and enjoy the toke.

Oh my god.
We’re goin’ down.
We’ve crash landed on this planet that we’ve found.

As we search for the unknown, a green shadow appears in the night.
He wields a blade as green as his eyes. We all run for our lives.
As we run from the green reaper, we find ourselves floating upstream.
A river of rapids bubbling, as we release our thumbs we start to dream.

Oh my god.
We’re fuckin' high.
We can't see the ground, but it's alright.

The ground we walk produces a weed guaranteed to give good highs.
Tame and pack a hookah monster then sit back and let time fly.
Tetrahydrocannabinol. Pull the seeds and strip the stems.
Lose yourself in a cloud of smoke. We’re blasting off in our space van.
Track Name: Dead Man's Gamble
Yeah, here we go again I’ve packed my bags and got my will in hand. I want it all.
I’m on the road and I’m out for the gold. I want the glory and the fortune.

I’m breakin’ down. I’m all worn out. My time is done. I’m at the crossroads.
I’m beggin’ for a shot at the fame again. My stake in sin the devils cashin’ in.

Oh, the dead man’s deal. Is it a break or a steal? I’ll take my chances and spin the wheel.
Out on the road, body stacked and they’re sold. Twenty in trade for one unworthy soul.
Track Name: Dixie Wizard
Got my beer.
Got my bait.
Blastin’ off on this lake.
God damn, the snakes hangin’ in my shade.
God damn, the gators creepin’ in off the banks.

Dixie Wizard treading black waters.

Two fifty horsepower.
Hot foot down on that floor.
Haulin’ through the swamps.
Haulin’ ass through the trees.
Great Gods of Dixie watchin’ over me.

Dixie Wizards treading black waters.

I’m a low down, southern man. Don’t tread on me.
This god damn Dixie Wizard gonna set me free.
I’m a low down southern man. Don’t fuck with me.
This god damn Dixie Wizard cast a spell on me.
Track Name: Lizards on the Radio
Eighty thousand pounds of steel.
Suicide knob on my wheel.
Shifting this rig through ten gears. The yell of a Peterbilt in my ears.
Heavy-ass load haulin’ on my back. God damn, the fuckin’ smokies are hot on my tracks.
Cruisin’ back roads. Runnin’ overweight.
Sneakin’ round Johnny Law from state to state.

Lizards on the radio.
Eighteen wheels and diesel smoke.

Got a jake brake screamin’ through them hills, while manning eighty thousand pounds of hell on wheels.
Gear jammer pulled up to the chicken coop and seen't a pretty little blizzard at the choke’n’puke.
Gotta keep that shutter trouble under control.
Power up before them county mounties get hold.
Got a little rock’n’roll by my side, smokin’ up hard in my triple digit ride.

Lizards on the radio.
Eighteen wheels and diesel smoke.