Snake Farm
Snake Farm
Snake Farm
Well the woman I love is named Ramona
She kind of looks like Tempest Storm
She can dance like Little Egypt
And she works down at the Snake Farm
Snake Farm, it’s just sounds nasty
Snake Farm, it pretty much is
Snake Farm, it’s a reptile house
Snake Farm…..oooooooghhhhh
Ramona’s got a keen sense of humor
She’s got a tattoo down her arm
It’s of a python eatin’ a little mouse
With a sailor hat that says “Snake Farm”
I asked Ramona how come she works there
And she said “Well it’s got is charms”
There’s nothing to do in the winter
And every now and then some kid gets bit at the Snake Farm
Chorus
Ramona likes her malt liquor
And a band from Wales called the Alarm
She said she cried when they broke up
She still plays there records down at the snake farm
Chorus
Sometimes Ramona calls me up
And says “come on down here it’s gettin’ warm
She runs every body off
And we …you know at the Snake Farm
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Kilowatts
Kilowatts
God smiles and lights a cigarette
And says “There are some souls I ain’t gonna get
I’d take all the little critters if I could
But some are to smart for their own damn good
They don’t even believe I’m here
They ain’t seen where I’ve been
Every once in a while I hear one say
Get me out of this I’ll never do it again”
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
Mama’s been casting spells and such
Lining them up to get their fortunes told
She’s been doing this for a while
I wouldn’t go so far as to call her old
I saw her break a hex one time
Said all that glitters is not gold
Then she took a diamond ring
And threw it down a crawdad hole and said
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
Lucinda’s been laying down on the job
That’s a hard way to make some money
Say’s “Here I am in the USA”
And “I ain’t seen no milk and honey”
All I seen is tattooed hands
Waving up wadded dollar bills
Maybe I oughta get redeemed
It’s getting to where I can’t buy a thrill
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
God coughs and puts out the cigarette
And says what’s this got to do with you
It’s hard to get a rascals attention
I keep raising the stakes until I do
Death kind of puts a damper on things
So you might want to remember this
See yourself as you would like to be
Then he winds his watch and he blows me a kiss and says
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
All it takes is some grains of faith
And a few kilowatts of sweat and grace
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Heartaches and Grease
Heartaches and Grease
Young pups they ask me what makes my kind
Shameless women and pork rinds
Desirable lips keep telling me lies
Biscuits and bacon and fried pies
And it’s heartaches and grease,that’s what it take
Heartaches and grease, It’s my mistakes
Heartaches and grease it’s their disgrace
Heartaches and grease boys, It’s what it takes
Young pups they ask me
Why I do what I do
Knowing trouble wears high heel shoes
I’m tempted and trialed by a fine pair of legs
I’m likewise enticed by over easy eggs
Young pups can see that my life’s in shreds
They walk away just shaking their heads
Their’s no sadder case of desire and anguish
For I’m done in by women, hushpuppies catfish and
Oh it’s heartaches and grease boys,that’s what it takes
Heartaches and grease, Over my mistakes
Heartaches and grease ,the disgrace
Heartaches and grease boys, that’s what it takes
Heartaches and grease boys, is all it takes
Heartaches and grease, Over my mistakes
Heartaches and grease boys, the disgrace
Heartaches and grease, is all it takes
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
The Way of the Fallen
The Way of the Fallen
Down in Corpus Christi always around midnight
You’ll find the devil limpin’ along cause his shoes is too tight
His hair’s up in pigtails his whiskers are in braids
He’s talking about the promises he said God forgot He made
Oh the way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
Well the devil’s drinking whiskey he asked me for a match
He lit up a Salem and said my friends call me scratch.
You people act so high and mighty thinking your God’s pride and joy
You’re just a symbol from boxcars and put together like tinker toys
Chorus
Well the devil’s got a billy goat and he feeds him marmalade
He comes from the world of the born to the world of the made
His eyes is always bloodshot he says he don’t give a damn
He’s mumbling that the world at large is just an elaborate scam
Chorus
There’s tears in the devils eyes I ask what’s the matter
He said “These damn religions are spreading like pancake batter”
Then he took off his shoes and said “Perhaps I should mention”
I prefer to die with a bottle of wine without the comfort of religion
Chorus
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Mother Hubbard’s Blues
Mother Hubbard’s Blues
Baby’s got a do rag on her head
An old banjo’s under the bed
She hates the damn thing
But she sure `nough loves them blues
She says yelling at a flower don’t make it bloom
It’s sunlight and water and elbow room
But even a rose has got to pay some dues
Now the Cross Canadian Ragweed band
Call her Mother Hubbard you understand
The reason is that’s what and who she is
This mother knows the value of vapor rub
A belief in God and overdubs
And that good tone is more important than the show or the biz
Show business is a heartbreaking thing
But if you got good tone you can get through the gig
Soul Gravy and literature is some of what she prefers
Her old Lucky jeans and analog
She comes to bed in a negligee just to discuss Cinema Verite`
She’s the only woman I know that likes reservoir dogs
I mean I liked it but there was some scenes in there that kind of sceved me out
Well I got two nickels and a paradigm
It aint spelled right but it rhymes
I’m getting desperate I’m about to derail
One more thing one last confession
The mother asks some touch questions
Like when Jesus went to heaven did he leave a vapor trail
Uh,,,,,well I don’t rightly know, well that’s to deep for me.
Baby’s got a do rag on her head
An old banjo’s under the bed
She hates the damn thing
But she sure `nough loves them blues
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Rabbit
Rabbit
Well I saw this old dog was chasing this rabbit
I saw a dog was chasing this rabbit
I saw a dog was chasing this rabbit
It was Sunday about noon
I said to the rabbit “you gonna make it”
I said to the rabbit “Are you gonna make it”
I said to the rabbit “you gonna make it”
The rabbit said “Well I got to”
Well a woman’s heart’s a sacred thing
A woman’s heart’s a sacred thing
A woman’s heart’s a sacred thing
So what’s a man to do
Try a little tenderness Otis Redding said
Try a little tenderness is what he said
Try a little tenderness Otis said
Then he said “I got to, got to
Good God watch me work
There’s two kinds of people in the world
There two kinds of people in the world
There two kinds of people in the world
The day people and the night people
And it’s the night people’s job
And it’s the night people’s job
And it’s the night people’s job
To get the day peoples money
Well between the devil and the deep blue sea
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
That’s where I am I don’t know what that means
Maybe it means I’m funky and cool
Maybe it means I’m funky and cool
Maybe it means I’m funky and cool
I seriously doubt if that what if means
If it’s in the groove everybody loves it
If it’s in the groove everybody loves it
If it’s in the groove everybody loves it
Howlin’ Wolf said that
We’ve a short time to be here
We’ve a short time to be here
We’ve a short time to be here
So get out of your rut and get in the groove
So get out of your rut and get in the groove
So get out of your rut and get in the groove
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Polecat
Polecat
My baby took a polecat, swung it around her head
Threw it off in the wood said “I smell like you now so let’s go to bed
My baby took a polecat she swung it around her head
She threw it off in the woods she said “I smell like you now so let’s go to bed
She said I don’t want no champagne, I don’t want no gin
That thing that you do, I want you to do that again
She said “I don’t want no champagne” she said “I don’t want no gin
That thing that you do, I want you to do that again”
After I done what she wanted
She rolled a cigarette with one hand
She struck a match on my bottom
She said “Now don’t run off I might want to do this again”
After I done what she wanted, she rolled a cigarette
She struck a match on my bottom
She said “Now don’t run off I might want to do this again”
Go on out there and fetch me another pole cat
Old Guitar
Old Guitar
Got an old guitar I got me some licks I been piddling with
I got an old Got an old guitar I got me some licks I’ve been piddling with
I’m gonna write a song, I got me some words I’ve been fiddling with
My guitar don’t look like much but I love the way it plays
My guitar don’t look like much ya’ll but I love the way it plays
I know I ain’t good looking my woman loves me anyway
Give a boy a guitar he’s going to play until his fingers bleed
Give a boy a guitar he’s going to play until his fingers bleed
Got to raise him up right on Muddy, Lighting, Hooker and Reed
Well I got an old guitar I got me some licks I been piddling with
I got an old guitar I got me some licks I been piddling with
I’m gonna write a song, I got some words I been fiddling with
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard 2005
Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)
Wild Gods of Mexico
Wild Gods of Mexico
There’s a lot I don’t understand
There’s so much that I don’t know
Lately I’ve been thinking about
The wild gods of Mexico
Mr. Campbell say there’s feathered serpents
Highly revered a thousand years ago
Now days nobody much recalls
The wild gods of Mexico
Hearsay’s got’em viscous and vain
Demanding blood and flesh and bones
Sacrifice was what it was
For the wild gods of Mexico
The woman I love desired a child
She abandoned hope as we grew old
In desperation I swore an oath
To the wild gods of Mexico
With conviction and for recompense
I took a dog and I cut its’ throat
I drained its’ blood into a wooden cup
For the wild gods of Mexico
Now there’s a lot I don’t understand
There’s so much that I don’t know
Someday soon I’ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico
Someday soon I’ll tell my son about the wild gods of Mexico
Live and Die Rock and Roll
Live and Die Rock and Roll
Mama cried and daddy burned
When I told them what I learned
An old Stones lick and a dirty groove
Let It Bleed and You Got to Move
Some of us is born to run
Out on highway 61
The Clash, Ramones and MC5
Nobody gets out of here alive
It’s live and die rock and roll
It ain’t something you control
A Stratocaster heart and a Hi’Watt soul
It’s live and die rock and roll
I heard Muddy Waters Hard Again
So I went down to the crossroads to see a friend
Broke out of jail and turned 21
Working at the House of the Rising Sun
I met a girl on a dead end street
Some dirty deeds are done dirt cheap
With the earth below and heaven above
My girl gave it up to a Whole Lotta Love
A Stratocaster heart and a Hi’Watt soul
It’s live and die rock and roll
Rock and roll is a Black Snake Moan
Spit and sweat on a microphone
Blood and ink down my arm and hand
And the faith to believe in a band
You know it ain’t November Rain
It’s JJ Cale’s Cocaine
Dem Ol’ Cosmic Blues
And Eight Miles High
And Hendrix setting his Strat on fire
It’s live and die rock and roll
It ain’t something you control
A Stratocaster heart and a Hi’Watt soul
It’s live and die rock and roll
It’s live and die rock and roll
It’s live and die rock and roll
It’s live and die rock and roll
Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard, Cody Canada, Seth James 2005
Published by Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)