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Thirsty

by Joshua Surgeon

A Midwest twist on modern county.
Genre: Country: Americana
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1. Keep Yo Dolla Bill$ (Intro)
2:46 $1.29
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2. The Trials and Tribulations of Paul Diamondback
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3. Lovin to-Go
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4. So Bad
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5. God, Guns & Country
3:26 $1.29
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6. No Time for Work
3:22 $1.29
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7. Get Cha Bootz Up
2:44 $1.29
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8. Under the Porch Light
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9. Colorado Stew
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10. Paul D (Stripped Naked)
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Album Notes
Keep Yo Dolla Bill$ (Paul D Intro)
© Joshua Surgeon

Get cha ass in here and have a seat…I got something for ya


Never gonna understand it
When it all comes down handed…from the left
So keep yo dollar bills and
Take your indiscretion, those evil-eyed intentions, shit
You can have it all…it’s killin’ my free will


Let me tell you something before you go on and…make your way on outta here
Before you pack up all yo shit, you just remember one thing, see
The more keep playing by the same fuckin’ rules, well…guess you're gonna keep playing the same fuckin’ games…and what kinda fun is that? So like I said…


Never gonna understand it
When it all comes down handed…from the left
So keep yo dollar bills and
Take your indiscretion, those evil-eyed intentions, shit
You can have it all…it’s killin’ my free will


Yeah, ya see…the moment you think you got all the answers, well…
That’s the exact same moment you get it all wrong, so…
If you gonna keep rollin’ around the ground, well, you bound to get a little dirty, but…
It’s only a matter of time before you go and get yourself kicked in the face, and, well…
Ain’t nobody want that. So like I said…


Never gonna understand it
When it all comes down handed…from the left
So keep yo dollar bills and
Take your indiscretion, those evil-eyed intentions, shit
You can have it all…it’s killin’ my free will


Never gonna understand it
When it all comes down handed…from the left
So keep yo dollar bills
Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout…let’s do this.

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The Trials and Tribulations of Paul Diamondback 

© Joshua Surgeon


He’s looming in the shadows with no damn need to hide 
that countless mile 6-string, burnt tobacco, to the side
He walked up on the bartender with a ransom on his head
he said, “keep that Bulleit comin', son, sleep is for the dead...”


...but stay back, just stay back, just stay back...’cause it could blow up anytime
You better believe that redneck son-of-a-bitch loves...those whisky Mondays!


A Summit-county rambler, a hybrid to the bone
He don’t need no goddam entourage, the bad wolf rolls alone
So call it a revolution, you can call it lack of class
And the you can take that grin right off your face and shove it up your ass


...and stay back, just stay back, just stay back...cause it could blow up anytime
You better believe that redneck son-of-a-bitch loves...those whisky Mondays!

Yeah…that was the guy I was just tellin’ ya about. He walked into the place and he…and he tore shit up!


So, if you ever find him passing through your town... 
watch out for all yo’ wise men and better hide the Crown
‘Cause that free bird scared the devil...straight on back to hell.
Makin’ room for that Paul Diamondback to play some show-n-tell


Stay back, just stay back, stay back...cause it could blow up anytime.
You better believe that redneck son-of-a-bitch loves...those whisky Mondays!

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Lovin' To-Go
© Joshua Surgeon


You can run, you can hide all ya want
I’m only wantin’ one little thing
Girl, you know I’m gonna hunt you down
and let the neighbors hear ya sing

Sp, have ya cake, cause I want a bite, too
And I’ll keep playing those games
Yeah, cause I just want your snake bite honey
running through my veins…I said…


Hey there, mama
Don’t you want a little lovin’ to-go?
Then I said…hey there, mama
Don’t ya wanna grab a little lovin’ you know?
Oooh, I know you do!


Take your time, gimme all that ya got
Your bad just wants some good
Yeah, cause I can feel your engine revvin’
Underneath your hood…I said…




So, go on and count your blessings
Don’t you worry, I will too
…cause we both know, well, it’s just long time coming


Alright, watch your step girl…come on…get up here
Go ahead there, baby, yeah, mount on up
On your mark, ready-set, let’s go
Yeah, next time your love gets runnin’
Nobody’s gotta know…I said…



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So Bad
© Joshua Surgeon


You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so bad
You’re so bad, you’re so bad, you’re so bad
And I never’d believe your reputation’d have me swervin’ lane to lane
but the way you got me on your mind, oh damn, well…it’s drivin’ me insane



I said those lips, those hips, that way you sit, that smile…all over yo’ face
You don’t need no reservations, honey…if ya want a taste

So pull that hair back, relax, baby, I got that…tall boy cruise control
And this jacked-up Jeep is dimmed out dark…ain’t nobody gonna know




I said, Go ahead and dip your shoulder, we ain’t pullin' over, baby, let’s take this full speed
‘Cause you know I got just what you want, more than you’ll ever need

So, let’s go full-throttle, have a little nip-nip of that bottle, don’t…let me change your pace
And I’ll let you pick the destination…you got what it takes


OHHH but…that invitation…well, it’s tearing me apart
…now I find…you’ve made me lose my mind
Oh, but not too much. Yeah, watch this…







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God, Guns ’n Country
© Joshua Surgeon


Ya ain’t got no restitution
And sure as hell no peace of mind
Go ‘n play your silly game of lost-and-found
but we both know, there ain’t nothin you will find

Yea’d you get your resolution? No?
Well, don’t forget your bottom line
Might-as-well take that mask off your pretty lil’ face
you’ve already done robbed me blind
Oh yea, and you know damn well you did


So, you better remember….you best remember, honey…all I see…
Yeah, you know, here’s only 3 things in this life you can trust: Some god, guns and country.


So fuck your dissolution
‘Cause I want back all my time
And don’t forget your box sitting on the back porch
that I packed your shit in, well, I kept mine, oh yeah
And you know damn well I did






Now I’m takin’ back my Sundays
Gonna have my own day of rest
Yeah, cause you know well I don’t care about what lil plan you got scheming
I’m done given all my best…oh, and you know damn well I am.


So, you better remember…shit…you best remember, honey…all I see…
There’s only 3 things in this life you can trust: some god, guns n country.

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No Time For Work
© Joshua Surgeon


Step on up, grab a shot and a little red cup
Pour enough to float around ‘cause that’s what’s up
Got a Triple-B packed, yeah…who’s got the spark?

So we get to tappin’ the keg, it’s about to hit noon
And the wake-n-bake coffee’s gonna wear off soon
And I’m startin’ to get just…
a little thirsty…have mercy…I said…


Hold up, wait a minute, grab another beer, get to sippin
Water it down cold…with a little burn
Then get to passing around those margaritas
Play a little game of follow the leader
Yeah. well I’m doin’ it all across the nation…cause I’m on vacation


Listen up my friends, how ‘bout we get a lil’ something to do
Like a pool-side, redneck rendezvous, no cover-charge
I’m pretty damn sure…no rules

I got got cha laid out lookin’ like a hillbilly Mona Lisa
but damn that smoke’s makin’ it hard to see ya
and what a fine-fine-fine piece of work
Man, it’s priceless…I said


Hold up, wait a minute, grab another beer, get to sippin
Water it down cold…with a little burn
Then we get to passing around that cold tequila
Play a little game of follow the leader
Yeah and I got my favorite country station…I’m on vacation


Before you take off though….Well, you know we all about to do things right
‘Cause it don’t really get started till there’s no sunlight
And I know that apple moonshine lid ain’t on very tight
so I hope you slept in, well, I hope you slept in
‘cause it’s gonna be a long night


Hold up, wait a minute, grab another beer, get to sippin’
Water it down cold…with a little burn
And we get to passing around that rolled sativa
Play a little game of follow the leader
Feelin’ that higher-power escalation…I’m on vacation!
We’re ALL on vacation!

Yeah, I’m still gonna take a break and do some work for ya. Come on, yeah!

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Under the Porch Light
© Joshua Surgeon & Vinnie Ursetti


Bring me back tomorrow
Back to how it’s always been
When the king lived in the back yard
Under the hood of that car



Friday night, grandma’s in the kitchen, so I stopped for a bite
She said he’s out back, working on that Stroh’s 6-pack

How ya been? He said walking up to me with that grin
Wearing that same old #1 Grandpa hat, I got him…who knows when? I don’t.


So, bring me back tomorrow
Back to how it’s always been
When the king lived in the back yard
Under the hood of that car

So, bring me back tomorrow
Back to how it’s always been
The truth is on the front porch
Under the porch light
Home Sweet Home


So, grab a beer…’cause you'll never amount to nothing...is all i'd hear
But with a smile on his face, a wink of an eye – there ain’t nothing to fear, oh no

‘Cause it’s a winding path, with many different roads, but we’re all intact
Yeah, the proof is on the bottle, but…well, there’s no truth…from what’s inside, oh no


So, bring me back tomorrow
Back to how it’s always been
When the king lived in the back yard
Under the hood of that car

So, bring me back tomorrow
Back to how it’s always been
The truth is on the front porch
Under the porch light
Home Sweet Home


Time was right
Since we shared that cold one on that Friday night
Now the proof is on the front porch
Under the porch light
Home Sweet Home

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COLORADO STEW
© Joshua Surgeon


I said “Damn, just shut your mouth and pack that bowl”
with that Indica-Sativa, let the truth be told

So go ahead and drip some wax there right on top, yeah
Brother, when it runs out, then you’ll know just when to stop


So pile it high, just don’t go burnin’ this place down and…cheers to you


And ya better hold on and find out which way you really wanna go, yeah
Just remember to hold your breath ’til there…there ain’t nothing left
then go pour me another bowl of that Colorado stew…the Colorado stew.


Yeah, well, I never loved dead flowers like this before
All that I know is that I just want a little more


So, pile it high, but don’t go burnin’ this place down, better make it 2.


And ya bettuh’ hold on and find out which way you really wanna go
Just remember to hold your breath ’til there ain’t nothing left
then go pour me another bowl of that Colorado stew…the Colorado stew.
Well, it’s what we came to do!


Guess ya better hold on and find out which way you really wanna go
Just remember to hold your breath until there ain’t nothing left
then go pour me another bowl of that Colorado stew…the Colorado stew.
Well, it’s what we came to do
Yeah, let’s go do it again then, come on

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