The Cowmen

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03:44
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01:51
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credits

released May 29, 2015

MUSICIANS

Doug Austin-vocals, guitars
Holden McNeely- vocals
Marcus Parks- drums, percussion,
Carly Goodspeed- vocals
Devin Castaldi-Micca- Bass
Mike Leuis- pedal steel (tracks 3,7), shaker (track 6)
Justin Austin- rhodes (track 6), upright piano (track 5)
Jessica Sennett- musical saw (track 7)

Produced & Engineered by Mike Leuis
Mixed by Mike Leuis
Mastered by Sam Shaffer
Artwork by Reid Faylor




Thanks Haus of Nod, Myrtle/Bway, Big Boy, Sasquatch, Skeleton Dan, Waylon & Willie, Jackie & Ed, Chris Taylor, Murderfist, Ben & Henry, Rebecca Trent, BGS, Jon Caruso, the devil, Preacher Bill, mom, dad & fam

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Track Name: Russiatown
Goin' off to Russiatown
We have to hang a boy there
He was incarcerated for tying to make love to the moon
You can't make love to the moon

Cancer is a good thing there
Boys and girls drop dead in the streets
Come lets go to the parade for them
After we hang that boy

Russiatown

Russiatown has many ports
They all lead off to hell
Snakes are used as currency
Their venom is made of gold

The oldest man in Russiatown
Divorced a thousand wives
He's also the mayor of this town
He forces us to pay his alimony

Russiatown

Behold it's this, our Russiatown
Where sheep and geese, they can talk
When you're hungry you sleep
and when you're thirsty you eat
And rape occurs almost constantly

Satan is the king of pain
He's also the king of hell
He's the god of this town
You sacrifice your first born child to him

Russiatown
Track Name: Drinkin'
I drink White Lightnin' when the coyotes are out
But them goddamned coyotes won't leave me alone
Mamma said son, "You know drinking is bad."
But she had to get drunk to have sex with my Dad

Glifton, he loves to beat his wife
Thank Christ he married Old Granddad on ice
Mr. Barteneder don't be so slow
I got time for another and a six pack to go

If drinkin's a sin, the devil's my friend
So give me a shot of what's left of the gin

I built my house out of beer bottles
But I drank too much whiskey, now it's all broken glass
I went to Tucson to see my old lady
She didn't have a nose so I drove back home

I don't need housing and I don't need women
I just need a bottle that I can crawl in
Give me a bourbon or give me a beer
I'd listen to your story but I cut off my ear

If drinkin's a sin, the devil's my friend
So give me a shot of what's left of the gin

My wife got pregnant with a bottle of a Schnapps
The nurse and the doctors, they all called the cops
When they got there, we partied 'till dawn
I named that bottle Paul, Peter, and John

I had my first drink at the age of 3
I picked a bottle from the whiskey tree
I grabbed it and I drank it and I got real drunk
I learned how to cry and I learned how to fuck

If drinkin's a sin, the devil's my friend
So give me a shot of what's left of the gin
Track Name: First To Go
Can I pay for some gifts so I can share 'em
And I'll pay with a kiss and a hung
One of these days, I'll be sure to get paid
And I'll pay you with more than my love

Now darlin' I know you're weary
But I can't give what I have none of
One of these days, I'll stop being your slave
And I'll reach back out for your love

We can't kick this together
And we can't kick this alone
I don't want to see you die tomorrow
So I hope that I'm the first to go

When I met you, you were young and you were healthy
And then I introduced you to hell
The light in your eyes flew away with the flies
So lets go find something else to sell

You puked in your sleep so I rolled you over
And for a second I thought you were dead
I said a quick prayer and I checked your pulse
And I remembered the last thing you said

We can't kick this together
And we can't kick this alone
I don't want to see you die tomorrow
So I hope that I'm the first to go

Our lives are now worn out and weary
What once used to fit like a glove
One of these days we’ll get out of this place
And I'll see you in heaven above

We can't kick this together
And we can't kick this alone
I don't want to see you die tomorrow
So I hope that I'm the first to go
Track Name: Maggie
Maggie was a bitch and Maggie was a whore
But I never wished to see her walking out of that door
Maggie was cute but she sure was profane
Maggie had a sweet tooth for uncut cocaine

Maggie come home
Get out of that fat man's truck

Maggie liked her cigarettes Virginia Slim and long
Maggie liked anything that people deemed wrong
Honkey tonk heels and a snake skin dress
She was looking real fine but she's still a damn mess

Maggie come home
Get out of that fat man's truck

Maggie was a hottie but Maggie was a child,
And Maggie liked to go out and get real wild
Maggie left the house at the age of sixteen
That's the last time anybody ever saw her clean

Maggie come home
Get out of that fat man's truck

Maggie was a princess, Maggie was a brat
Maggie'd get ya off in five seconds flat
Maggie's gonna fall down, Maggie's gonna cry
Maggie's gonna get hurt, and Maggie's gonna die

Maggie come home
Get out of that fat man's truck

Maggie was a bitch and Maggie was a whore
But I never wished to see her walking out of that door
Maggie was cute but she sure was profane
Maggie had a sweet tooth for uncut cocaine

Maggie come home
Get out of that fat man's truck
Track Name: Preacher
Bill was a preacher that rode into town
The town, the town, it was Russiatown
He found a lot by the cancer boy's tomb
Across the street from Satan's Old Saloon

Why, oh why, Ol' Bill (Why ol' Bill)
Why build a ball on a hill?

With wood and nail, he hammered up a temple
To teach us sinners to live life more simple
But the kinfolk of the town, they hated his guts
With all of their hearts, and the shit from their butts

Why, oh why, Ol' Bill (Why ol' Bill)
Why build a ball on a hill?

We don't need no preacher spitting lore
Telling us we can't drink, gamble, or whore
Don't need your rules boy, 'cause we got our own
They're written in blood, booze, and skeleton bones
Burn down your church with our torches and flame
The devil had you cursed from the moment you came

Praise Jesus (And the devil belongs to me)
Track Name: Skeleton Dan
Skeleton Dan with his skeleton hands
He understands the dead man's plans
Skeleton Dan, he's a skeleton man
Burned on the cross by the Ku Klux Klan
Skeleton Dan, he's a Wall Street man
Wears a pinstripe suit and a ring on his hand
Skeleton Dan, he plays kick the can and if you
Spin the bottle you can kiss the man

Skeleton Dan

Skeleton Dan, he was playing in the sand
And then the sun came out, gave him a skele-tan
Skelton Dan, he's a skell of a man
He'll fry ya some bacon in his frying' pan!
Skelton Dan, Dan Dan Dan
He plays the bones in his skeleton band
Skeleton Dan, he's a Mengele fan
S-K-E-L-E TON DAN!!!

Skeleton Dan
Track Name: Ghost Who Haunts Me
Back in 200 BC
When I was alive and free
I had a lady, you see
I loved her and she loved me

But then she decided to cheat
With a griffin
Caught her lippin' at his beak
And I just broke down in defeat
Forced to wander 'lone in the street

'Cause she's the ghost that haunts you
She's the ghost that haunts you
Every day

I see her when I look up at the moon
I see her in the cancer boy's tomb
I see her in Satan's Old Saloon
I see her a goddamned lot

'Cause she's the ghost that haunts you
She's the ghost that haunts you
Every day

Satan, he tortures for fun
He works without a whip or a gun
And pain, well it weighs a ton
I'd rather have sex with the sun

No I don't believe in ghosts
Raise a glass, let's have a toast
I don't believe you
I can't see you

I've been told death works this way
When you die, that's the way you stay
I don't believe you
I can't see you

But she's the ghost that haunts me
She's the ghost that haunts me
Every day
Track Name: Boot Stomp
Had a pretty lady by the name of Red
Boot stomp
Tried to check her pulse but she was already dead
Boot stomp
Drove her to the cemetery and I buried her bones
Now I'm sittin' on her tombstone all alone

Boot Stomp

Tired of pickin' cotton and workin' the rails
Boot stomp
Told my boss that he can go to hell
Boot stomp
Packed up my Chevy now I'm ready to go
I'm gonna drive down south to Mexico

Boot Stomp

Jimmy the Noose, he tried to cheat me at cards
Boot stomp
Now the boys call him Ole Jimmy the Scar
Boot stomp
Never cheat a man who doesn't gamble for fun
Or you'll be staring down the barrel of a goddamned gun

Boot Stomp

Had a pretty lady by the name of death
Boot stomp
She stole my heart with my very last breath
Boot stomp
Ask me 'bout the legacy that I left behind
I'll tell ya seven dead men and a cocaine line
Track Name: Horse
I had a horse
Eighteen years old
I had a horse
His name was Steel Roll
That horse was a mean horse
Hoof strong
Eyes of red flame
His soul was black as coal
I rode into war with him
Through hell and back again
Through death and glory

Saddle Up

We got lost in the desert
No way to get home
Steel Roll was dyin'
I was starvin' (you gotta eat)
Steel Roll, he looked at me,
"You know what you gotta do."
I killed my only friend that night
So I could make it out alive
I had a horse
He tasted like a broken man

Saddle Up
Track Name: Snakes
My mommy was
A great big whore
My dad, he bought her
At the candy store
And I became a sailor
At the age of three
And I spoke in tongues
Across the seven seas

I'm all covered in snakes

My mommy was
A professional killer
She murdered fifty men
By the age of ten
I got my first gun
By the age of one
I'd shoot sheriffs dead
Just for some fun

I'm all covered in snakes

My mother was a pale horse known only to ancient Sumerian children sacrificed in the name of Beelzebub, the 11th Scourge of God
Her goat head did rage in the loins of the Morning Star where she drowned in Satan's black placenta
And she was thrown out of hell and tumbled a thousand miles on the road to Russiatown where she landed in the Devil's Dirt
And that is where she will remain, and that is where she gave birth to me, for I am the Soil Child
And the Devil belongs to me
The devil belongs to me
The devil belongs to me
And the devil belongs to me

Our daddy was
A hate machine
He liked his women
Like he liked to be mean
He screwed our mommies
They were sisters three
Then he hopped on a horse
And decided to flee

I'm all covered in snakes

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