1. |
Keepin' Tabs
02:22
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Keepin' Tabs
Well I woke up in the morning
Front door creaking and moaning
You smell like his whiskey and
Cologne
Well, I'd beg and plead and cry,
Start singing prayers and asking
Why
If I weren't already alone
Cause You been keepin' secrets
I've been keepin' tabs
Ooo I've been a fool for mourning
You
Cause you can't lose what you
Never had
Well, I spent my better years
Serving dinner and fetching beers
All you ever did me was wrong
Now that cheap beer and
Cigerettes
May not help you to forget
But at least they'll keep you
Company
When I'm gone
Cause You been keepin' secrets
I've been keepin' tabs
Ooo I've been a fool for mourning
You
Cause you can't lose what you
Never had
Darlin, I wouldn't drink if you
Didn't nag me
Honey, I wouldn't nag if you had a
Clue
Though I love to hate you so,
I sure hate to see you go
You're the best reason I got to
Sing the blues
If that train starts rolling, I know
You'll be on it
You never miss a good thing 'til
It's gone
But if you're rolling through my
Station,
Aint no need for hesitation
You better keep holdin on
Cause You been keepin' secrets
I've been keepin' tabs
Ooo I've been a fool for mourning
You
Cause you can't lose what you
Never had
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2. |
Bulleit Rye
02:36
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Bulleit Rye
I've tried to say goodbye
I've cried alone at night
Been thinking about the way you left,
How could I forget
And let you make it right
But I'm just one Bulleit Rye
From saying alright
You've roamed so far from home
Oh, you've flown a million miles or
more
Been thinking about the words you said,
How could I forget
And let you set them right
But I'm just one Bulleit Rye
From throwing the fight
I know your charms,
The games you play
But in your arms,
I can't pull away
I might say my will is strong,
But I know it's not for long,
Cause I'm just one Bulleit Rye
From staying the night
Take what's left of all my pride
And I'll cry until my tears run dry
But I'm still one Bulleit Rye
From saying alright
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3. |
Flo
02:26
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Flo
Way down yonder in the backwoods
There lived a young girl named Flo
She acted just like a tomboy
She grew up to be a woman though
I ain't seen her since she was eleven
I come back to buy her daddy's dog
She was standing inside the doorway
I just stood there like a lump on a log
I said lordy my goodness gracious
It's good to see you once again
Well she flashed a big smile and she said to me
"Don't stand there, won't you come on in.
Then we sat down at the table
And she gave me some water to drink
I couldn't care much less, Flo was in a dress
I was dizzy, I could hardly think.
Chorus
There's somethin' in the water in the country
There's somethin' in the air tonight
We're dancin' to the bow and the fiddle
We're lovin' by the pale moonlight
Come on everybody get movin'
Come on get it on the floor.
Well you can waste your dime
Markin' too much time
We're dancin' right out the door
I said "Flo you're lookin' mighty pretty"
She said "You're lookin' pretty good yourself."
"It's been ten long years grindin' down the gears
I put long haulin' on the shelf.
She said "Billy I been a'thinkin'
I said, "Flo I been thinkin' too.
Well if the truth be said, you can strike me dead.
I believe I got a thing for you."
Chorus
There's somethin' in the water in the country
There's somethin' in the air tonight
We're dancin' to the bow and the fiddle
We're lovin' by the pale moonlight
Come on everybody get movin'
Come on get it on the floor.
Well you can waste your dime
Markin' too much time
We're dancin' right out the door
Hey, hey, hey
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4. |
Bloody Knuckles
02:34
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Bloody Knuckles
I got my knuckles bruised
Every time I fought for you
But never did I win that prize fight
I got my ego burned
With every lesson learned,
But never did I see love in your
Eyes
Now, I ain't afraid of a little blood
But
I'll be damned if I let you
Drag me through the mud
Cause I've cried over you many
Times before
Don't wanna cry over you any
More
So you can just walk right on out
The door
I got a sullied name
From your proceeding same
And never could I wipe that slate
Clean
I got my bridges burned
With every page you turned
But never did you write me and
Your scene
Now, I ain't afraid of the dark of
Night
But I'll be damned if I let you
Drown out all the light
Cause I've cried over you many
Times before
Don't wanna cry over you any
More
So you can just walk right on out
The door
The words you say to me
Words drip like honey
I swear, I'd taste them every day
But the damage in the wake of
All the waves you make, for God's
Sake
Don't wanna cry
Don't wanna cry
Don't wanna cry…
Cause I've cried over you many
Times before
Don't wanna cry over you any
More
So you can just walk right on out
The door
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5. |
Yearbook
03:12
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Yearbook
My highschool yearbook has become an obituary page
Now I can’t remember what we talked about last night at this old age
But I’m still the same
Playin’ little league baseball all star games
My buddy Don died two weeks after postin’ ‘bout his kids on his facebook page
Kitty left this world way too young and way to soon
It was a shame
She was to blame
Smokin’ methamphetamines in the pourin’ rain
Chorus
Highschool Days, lingerin’ always in the backroom of your brain
How it used to be, drinkin’ beer and smokin’ weed
Momma was insane
But it ain’t the same
No it ain’t the same
Freddy was an addict by the time he went to college up in Maine
He took it one step further. Oxycontin and some whiskey was his thing
He was in pain
Sellin’ pills and buyin’ booze for all the highschool kids who lived just down the lane
Chorus
Highschool Days, lingerin’ always in the backroom of your brain
How it used to be, drinkin’ beer and smokin’ weed
Momma was insane
But it ain’t the same
No it ain’t the same
Billy was a gambler and he lived out west somewhere in the Utah hills
But he shot himself in Reno at a table after losin’ all his bills
But even still
I guess he couldn’t take it even though his final bet was against his will
Flippin’ through the pages thinkin’ ‘bout the time we partied at The Falls
Sneakin’ in the drive in in the back of Linda’s car and not get caught
It was a ball
Where does it go, the youth and all our fun?
It fades just like Monty Hall
Chorus
Highschool Days, lingerin’ always in the backroom of your brain
How it used to be, drinkin’ beer and smokin’ weed
Momma was insane
But it ain’t the same
No it ain’t the same
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6. |
The Road
02:09
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The Road
I tied one on in Baton Rouge
I tied one on in France
And I've have tied the knot with you
If given half a chance
But you'd been lately thinkin’ that
You couldn't stand my drinkin’
I hit the road
I hit the bottle,
That's my way
HEY
I hit the road
I hit the bottle
That’s my way
I lit ‘em up in Tennessee
I shut ‘em down in Spain
I spent three days in jail for reasons
I cannot explain
But all that time I’m drinking
It’s of you I can’t stop thinking
I hit the road
I hit the bottle
That’s my way
HEY
I hit the road
I hit the bottle
That’s my way
A shot of whisky
Smoke in the air
You start at noon but hell
It's five o'clock somewhere
Bartender’s waiting, just like yesterday
Your bottle's empty
And so's the bar
Ain't got a dime left
So you sleep out in the car
Driving at night she
Seems so far away
Ten years of that will kill a man
Or bleed him ’til he’s dry
I quit the drink and looked you up
One cool September night
And there I saw you sitting
With your husband and your child
I hit the road
I hit the bottle
That’s my way
HEY
I hit the road
I hit the bottle
That’s my way
HEY
I hit the road
I hit the bottle
Turned the key and
Blew the throttle
I hit the road
I hit the bottle
That’s my way
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The Delorean Sisters New York, New York
The DeLorean Sisters is a country band based in Brooklyn. We write old-school Americana ("Somethin' in the Water") and also cover 1980s synth-pop hits in banjoified country style ("DeLorean Sisters"). Email us at deloreansisters@gmail.com to find out when we're playing near you. ... more
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