LEAKY TOILET AND CADILLAC BLUES

Gregg Shotwell & Jeff Pieprzyk

Man, I'm tired,

been a hell of a day,

nothin' seems

to go my way,

I want a lazy-boy sway,

need to kick off my shoes

 

But I got a leaky toilet

and the Cadillac blues.

 

My Caddy's spittin' oil,

it's leavin' black tracks,

and now I get a shot

of the plumber's ass crack.

Two problems at once,

which should I choose?

 

I got a leaky toilet

and the Cadillac blues.

 

The toilet is fixed now,

the Caddy's in the shop.

Man-o-man when

will this shit stop?

You know what I mean,

it's ain’t headline news,

 

Just a leaky toilet

and the Cadillac blues.

WON'T BE AROUND TO KICK ANYMORE

Gregg Shotwell & Jeff Pieprzyk

You call me dirty names

You plaster my fame

You stick my mug shot

On momma’s window pane

 

I got one thing to say

you dizzy ho’

I won’t be around

to kick anymo’

I'm Nixon

Dick Nixon

N' I won't be around

For you to kick anymo’

 

You vote for my opponent

You eat the last donut

You get pregnant when I'm gone

But you won’t say who done it

 

I got one thing to say

you dizzy ho’

I won’t be around

to kick anymo’

I'm Nixon

Dick Nixon

N' I won't be around

for you to kick anymo’

 

You lie about my past

You sell stories to the press

You can’t wait to cry foul

When I’m doing my best

 

I got one thing to say

you dizzy ho’

I won’t be around

to kick anymo’

I'm Nixon

Dick Nixon

N' I won't be around

for you to kick anymo’

STOP DICKIN' AROUND

Gregg Shotwell & Jeff Pieprzyk

I got biscuits in the oven

Gravy in the pan

I’m stirrin' greasey greens

and waitin' on my man

 

Stop dickin' around

Stop dickin' around

Stop dickin'

Dick Nixon n'

get home now

 

I got chicken on the grill

Pie coolin' by the fan

I’m stirrin' pork n' beans

and waitin' on my man

 

Stop dickin' around

Stop dickin' around

Stop dickin'

Dick Nixon and

get home now

 

I got a pig in a barrel

Whiskey in a can

I’m whippin' up the cream

and waitin' on my man

 

Stop dickin' around

Stop dickin' around

Stop dickin'

Dick Nixon and

get home now

PEOPLE ARE CHEAPER

Gregg Shotwell

(dedicated to unjustly fired volunteer union organizers, Noel Riddell and Manuel Eades)

Good engineering

makes assembly quicker.

Yeah high tech is good

but people are cheaper.

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

 

Use people up

dump 'em when you’re done.

A whole lot more

where they come from.

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

 

Wear 'em out so fast

may as well hire temps.

Won’t be bothered

by no commitments.

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

Best process, they say,

is user friendly.

But who thinks future

When everyone is temporary?

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

 

Lotsa money to be made

in the Bluegrass State.

Expectation's low,

n’ a promise is bait.

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

 

Don't need a robot

to work the factory floors.

Work ya' till they hurt ya'

then throw ya' outdoors.

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

 

Toyota don't heed

no democracy.

Too messy, they say,

n’ a union is waste.

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

 

Good engineering

makes assembly quicker.

Yeah high tech is good

but people are cheaper.

Down in Toyota,

Toyota town, Kentucky.

DOWN TO THE GROUND

Gregg Shotwell

You gotta do what you gotta do but I gotta do what you tell me to.

You gotta say what you gotta say but I gotta take whatn’hell you pay.

I’m goin down, down to the ground where I can turn this shit around.

You gotta sell what you gotta sell but I gotta buy at the price you tell.

You gotta make what you gotta make but I gotta pay for your mistakes.

I’m goin down, down to the ground where I can turn this shit around.

Now I gotta do what I gotta do cause you givin me the wage cut blues.

Now I gotta say what I gotta say cause the game you play is stealin my pay.

I’m goin down, down to the ground where I can turn this shit around.

Now I gotta yell what I gotta yell cause what you’re sellin is a livin hell.

Now I gotta shake what I gotta shake cause what you dish is too hard to take.

I’m goin down down to the ground where I can turn this shit around.

I’m goin’ down I’m goin’ down I’m goin’ down down to the ground.

Down to the ground down to the ground where I can turn this shit around

Yeah turn this shit around.

DON'T WAKE ME TILL I'M DEAD

Gregg Shotwell

and

Jeff Pieprzyk

I loved you, baby,

we shared my bed,

but I don't recall if you're blond or red.

The way you ball, baby,

I can't tell livin' from dyin',

heaven from hell.

Don't wake me, baby,

till you're sure that I'm dead,

Don't wake me, baby,

till my head's cold as lead.

So much pain in my brain,

I can't think,

so much glaze in my gaze,

baby, I can't blink.

Toothache in my heel

is bitin' my cheek.

My stomach's clawin'

to crawl out of my teeth.

Don't wake me, baby,

till you're sure that I'm dead,

Don't wake me, baby,

till my head's cold as lead.

Don't shoot me no narcan

when I'm deep in my nod,

I'm cravin' to get beyond

the hurt wrackin' my bod,

I got a rap sheet long

as a double-motive train

from first went wrong

to can't go home again.

 

Don't wake me, baby,

till you're sure that I'm dead,

Don't wake me, baby,

till my head's cold as lead.

 

When I rise and you're gone

I'll regret I'm alive

and still singin' this song

about a night in a dive

with a blackout blonde.

Or was that blackout red?

Was it you or your mom

I found lyin' in my bed?

 

Don't wake me, baby,

till you're sure that I'm dead,

Don't wake me, baby,

till my head's cold as lead.

Dodge Main Blues

Gregg Shotwell

Sully wants my paycheck, foreman wants my soul,

I'm fallin' far behind, I'm pourin' out my soul,

They’re speedin' up the line, I’m workin' in the hole.

Sully come up from Kentucky lookin' for a job,

Hopped a north bound freight, caught an auto job,

Did his time on the line, and then got robbed.

Been out too long to give in now,

Too far gone to go back now,

Down too long to give up any how.

 

Sully’s long tall lover is comin' down the aisle,

Boots talk the walk when she's stalkin' down the aisle,

Crowbar in her hand, vengeance in her smile.

 

Got a cat named Struggle and a dog named Strike,

Her heart's fulla struggle, her muscles ache to strike,

Been totin' cold iron and she's ready for a fight.

 

Been out too long to give in now,

Too far gone to go back now,

Down too long to give up any how.

 

Sully runs the numbers, his lover breaks the bones,

Sully keeps the score while his woman's bustin' bones,

Stay away from gamblin', you’ll never need a loan.

 

Sully's got the red light, his lover's got the green,

Eyes bettin' on the red, rollin' on the green,
Ain't nobody lookin' nowheres in between.

 

Been out too long to give in now,

Too far gone to go back now,

Down too long to give up any how. 

 

A head fulla schemes makes a gambler bold,

A pocket fulla money makes a bettin' man bold,

Sully owned her heart but his soul'd been sold.

 

The dog is a howlin' n' the cat’s in heat,

No one but the devil can beat this heat,

Sully’s in the alley, there's sirens in the street.

 

Been out too long to give in now,

Too far gone to go back now,

Down too long to give up any how.

 

Never saw a woman look so alone,

Never knew a woman stand so alone,

In the shadow of a street lamp, cold as stone.

 

I was backed up in the hole, fallin' behind,

Heard a rumble below, a yellin' from behind,

I been workin' so fast, now I’m bankin' time.

 

Been out too long to give in now,

Too far gone to go back now,

Down too long to give up any how

Results not Causes

Camille Shotwell Brown

The great owners, striking at the immediate thing, the widening government, the growing labor unity; striking at new taxes, at plans; not knowing these things are results, not causes. Results, not causes; results, not causes.   ― John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

Hunger in my soul, ache in my step

Hunger in my soul, ache in my step

I'm walkin' a line between battle and regret

 

Been waitin' down at the union hall

Been waitin' down at the union hall

Standin' waitin' for the bossman's call

 

When the rumblin' comes, when you hear them drums

Best remember, bosses, they’re results not causes

 

Stuck in a rut with a boot on my neck

Stuck in a rut with a boot on my neck

Rather build a Walmart than get no check

 

Livin' hand to mouth tryin' to get by

Livin' hand to mouth tryin' to survive

Every two weeks I gotta recertify

 

When the rumblin' comes, when you hear them drums

Best remember, bosses, they’re results not causes

 

I've seen the strength of desperate men

I've seen the strength of desperate men

We should be askin', If not now, when?

 

Some say we should cut our losses

Buck up and throw a shine at the bosses

They don't know the difference 'tween results and causes

 

When the rumblin' comes, when you hear them drums

Best remember, bosses, they’re results not causes

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