The Dirt Scab Band

by Dirt Scab Band

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1.
Where were you when the sun went down Standing on the corner trying to get a smile It’s been so bad now that we can hardly see Inside outside we don’t make a sound Inside outside we don’t ever smile It’s the good man’s land in the back of your mind The good man’s land just to keep them satisfied It’s the good man’s land and it’s all you’ll ever see The good man’s land it ain’t what it’s supposed to be It’s the end of the day and the world's on our side We’ll sit around forgetting we’re alive Time left for thinking It’s the brightness of the day that makes it all seem alright When it falls apart, we’ll just step aside Wondering what’s the use in the happiness that we see None there for you, none there for me Time left for thinking Time left for thinking It’s the good man’s land in the back of your mind The good man’s land just to keep them satisfied It’s the good man’s land and it’s all you’ll ever see The good man’s land it ain’t what it’s supposed to be
2.
Gifted Man 02:52
We got clout And brilliant things A thousand pounds of misery I’ve got air when they got them strings We’ll swing around and never meet I’ll see hope in vivid dreams You’ll see the stars and never me All the time reminded ‘bout a world we imaged And how it’s supposed to be I ain’t the gifted man You find them faults You bear down hard You almost forgot to see it in awe Sometimes you have to share them props Or instead try to live in vain The same old same, a different way Cut them ropes or remember the shame All the time reminded ‘bout a world we imaged And how it’s supposed to be I ain’t the gifted man We got clout superiority They’ve got the nerve to be hugging trees We’ll stand so tall when we’re full of our wind Fill in them clots with accomplishments Everything’s so different when it’s what it should be Contagious to wonder is it what it is All the time reminded bout a world we imaged And how it’s supposed to be I ain’t the gifted man
3.
Red roads, black highways The last for some good men The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men Well the life we’ve been living it’s too hard to resist Staying up all night, never remembering where you’ve been The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men It makes no sense why they're singing their sad songs Sometimes we dance you know, sometimes we just pose We never tried to leave because we got nowhere to go We always try to forget that path, but it will always show The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men It makes no difference anymore who you know You’ll have to run a hundred miles before you lose your toes Lie with your heart racing as you prepare to step aside Anyone could save themselves, but no one's got the spine And all the time you waste you know you’ll never see again The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men The life of experiments and curious men
4.
Chasin' Time 04:28
My baby pleads every time I leave Every time I leave my baby pleads Don’t want a man who won’t stay put Don’t want to love a man who’s understood Making it hard for me to find my way I don’t want to go, but I could hardly stay We don’t fight because we don’t care It's hard to have passion when your always there Deadened by the silence and the burning coal I hope I’m not this lonely when I finally feel old I hope you’re still there The roads always end where the water runs cold The salt in the air just makes me miss my home My girl’s so tired, she can’t hold the phone I’d tell her that I miss her, but she’d never know My eyes are so tired, they’re red and sore Dead from the future that left with my soul Deadened by the silence and the burning coal I hope I’m not this lonely when I finally feel old I hope you’re still there Chasin' time Chasin' time Standing in the open when the lightning blows If it touches my skin, you’ll never know Spent my time chasing metal birds Chasing seven twelves in another world It’s hard to care when you never see the sun It’s hard to live when you’re the only one Deadened by the silence and the burning coal I hope I’m not this lonely when I finally feel old I hope you’re still there Chasin' time Chasin' time
5.
We make fun while we call names Together we’ll run that human race We’re all a part of the great newness We’re not wrong we disagree Follow us if you want to be free We’re all a part of the great newness Join us in our great newness We stand tall while the radios blare Feel that static on our fingertips Dances around while we stand still A pocket full of hate and the power of a kiss Join us in our great newness We’re all a part of the great newness Join us in our great newness Spinning in chairs and trying to stand Using our minds on those foolish breaks We’ll stay sick but we’ll do it again We’re all a part of the great newness We're not wrong we disagree Follow us if you want to be free We might fall but together we'll stand We’re all a part of the great newness We're all a part of the great newness We're all a part of the great newness Join us in our great newness We're all a part of the great newness Join us in our great newness
6.
Yep that pressure’s thick Them roads are thin We’re in that world of the traveling My body it aches from the simple things The lack of you and the lack of me Black and white is all we can portray Wandering through them fields of gray Everybody here you think you’re something Well the more I look around, the same you all seem Ahhhh, I'm Seeing things Now, I'm Seeing things Black hair’s something new to me Well these days it’s all I care to see Wandering through that simple life People sitting around just waiting to die A ton of hills and a ton of trees On that brink of seeing things On that brink of seeing things Ahhhh, I'm Seeing things Now, I'm Seeing things
7.
John P. Kee 03:32
Always knew more Than they would ever let you know But you know they never tried to help themselves The selfish all get ahead The others all just waving their hands We’ll stand a chance when we cut each other’s throats Will it be okay While I pretend to be someone else If I live will I still feel so dead inside John P. Kee John P. Kee John P. Kee Do you think you can save me I tried to walk with someone else But they all they ever did was stand I never meant to walk away from this life But I chose to never come back And all you ever did was laugh Your eyes still hold that uneasy shine I never wanted to watch you fall I’ll never let you back inside John P. Kee John P. Kee John P. Kee Do you think you can save me John P. Kee John P. Kee John P. Kee Do you think you can save me
8.
Your loveless eyes Your heartless skin Well I try to fix it I already did You can’t forget stuff That you’re still in Where are you goin’ Where have you been My loveless ways My busted skin It ain’t the great things That you never did It ain’t the great things I never said Well I got no more No more to give Where are you goin’ Where have you been Where are you goin’ Where have you been It’s the end of the day The world’s on our side We see in colors And we see in stripes We see the stars They ain’t out tonight Well I keep looking for friends And stories for life Where are you goin’ Where have you been Where are you goin’ Where have you been

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released August 23, 2011

Dirt Scab Band is:
David Ault - lead vocals, guitar
Doug Sherrard - drums, percussion
Stephen McClurg - bass
Jason Sligh - fiddle, banjo, backup vocals

Engineered and Mixed by Alvin Tucker at Cathaus Studios in Nashville, TN www.cathaus.com

All songs written by David Ault

Produced by Dirt Scab Band and Alvin Tucker

Cover Art by Iris Saya Thompson, designsbysaya@gmail.com

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Dirt Scab Band Birmingham, Alabama

The Dirt Scab Band has taken the traditional country and old time sound and subjected it to the power and freedom of a garage band. In many ways the music sounds as thick and humid as Alabama air in August. Tales of idle-handed adventures, failed loves, and corrupted souls are complimented with overdriven fingerpicked guitar, growling fiddles, and a neck stomping rhythm section. ... more

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