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)

Resurrection

Resurrection

Written by Al Grierson 1996

Published by Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)

Administered by Bug Music

 

There was something heavy coming down

Like Easter in the air

And he woke up Sunday morning

With some flowers in his hair

 

Looking like he face of Jesus in his final agony

That they found in that old winding sheet off in Italy

He was long gone, he was gone when they rolled away the stone

 

Something had come a shining in that smoky little room

Lit up like a thousand candles in a Middle Eastern tomb

An angel lay on the mattress and spoke history and death

With perfume on her lingerie and whiskey on her breath

He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone

 

And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse

Sometimes he’s a fire, sometimes he’s a fuse

He’s loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder

One is filled with music the others filled with thunder

He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone

 

Well I never thought to ask him but the thought seemed mighty slim

That if he ever much believed in God

Or God believed in him

But they both believed in a woman

And the truth that set him free

Now he wonders in confusion

For he’s lost his poetry

And He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone

 

And they found him in the desert picking flowers for the muse

Sometimes he’s a fire, sometimes he’s a fuse

He’s loading up his saddlebags out on the edge of wonder

One is filled with music the others filled with thunder

He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone

He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone

He was long gone he was gone when they rolled away the stone

 

 

 

RWH – vocals, acoustic guitar, tambourine

Gurf Morlix – vocals, electric guitar

George Reiff – bass

Rick Richards – drums, percussion

Ray Bonneville – harmonica

Ruthie foster – vocals