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2009-11-30
David Pippin

Lyrics

Chorus: I want to get lifted Get my soul up high I want to get shifted Sipping on moonshine I want to get right down On a sweet southern bell I want to stay above ground I want out run hell Living out loud like a song I can sing I’m going to make you proud with these guitar strings Raised on blues and that music from the south I love that slide guitar from Mississippi Fred McDowell Chorus Jacksonville raised but I was Georgia bound I love living in a small Carroll County town A little house off the square, you know I think it’s real nice A good looking local girl cooks for me about every night Chorus Uncle Bills got a farm in the hills of Tennessee His Johnson County Blue Ribbon Squash is a sight to be seen A good old boy served proud for his red white and blue I’d be a better man if I could spend a day in his shoes Chorus Grandmother’s bible study can lift your spirit for the week Then she’d cook you some collards, black eyed peas, sweet tea to drink She made sure you washed your hands before you fixed your plate For Uncle Bill desert was chocolate cocoa cola cake Chorus
Mile Train
2010-01-05
David Pippin

Story

It was our first show in Florida and no one was listening. At the time it was me(Pippin), Hall and Reddish. It was very depressing but we toughed it out and played the whole weekend. When we got back to Carrollton, a friend of mine called and said that he was going to sell all of his music equipment because no one was listening to him play. I told him to cowboy up and keep at it, sometimes you just have to look them in the eye and smile at the rest. He eventualy quit but I got a song out of it.

Lyrics

Stumbling back to the hotel room More than drunk trying to find my way to bed The crowd that night was less than impressed But the CD’s sold and the beer relieved the stress It’s sometimes hard when the buzz is gone And the people don’t know one damn song you played But you play and you sweat and you pay and you fret You give them hell and take what you can get Because it’s not always a show at the fox And the guitar smells like jack on the rocks tonight Chorus: But you give them your soul and you make it real You give them that run down, down home feel You look them in the eye and smile at the rest You kick them in the ass and hit them in the chest Sitting on a stool with a mic and a pick And the guitar starting to sound like shit tonight The guy in the back wants a song I don’t know So I buy him a beer and continue with the show Well the DJ seems to get him on the floor Why the hell do I try any more Because I’ve given my life to hitting these strings One smiling face is enough for me to sing Because it’s not always a show at the fox And the guitar smells like jack on the rocks tonight Chorus
Mile Train
2010-01-12
David Pippin wrote the Chorus and 1st Verse. Bryan Hall, Kelley Warner and David Pippin wrote the 2nd verse together

Story

The first verse is about a field trip that David took in Middle Middle School to the Suwannee River with his Granfather. If was a festival that taight kids how people on the suwannee lived in the 1700 and 1800's. The second verse is about a girl that David lived with right out of High Scholl who had a coke prolem. David wrote the Chorus and 1st Verse and Bryan Hall and Kelley Warner helped write the second verse at Bryan's Appartment in Atlanta. My favorite line was was writen by Bryan and David "She was wild and free like some old Stone's song"

Lyrics

Sugar Cane By David Pippin, Bryan Hall and Kelley Warner Chorus: Sugar Cane Sugar Cane take me home I don’t know the last time I saw my own Sugar Cane Sugar Cane take me home I don’t know the last time I saw my own Too proud for social change Too poor for cocaine Sugar Cane Sugar Cane take me home I don’t know the last time I saw my own We were out on the Suwannee I was about twelve years old They taught us how to can our goods and make home made soap We walked along the river you know we took our time Singing all the words to Mr. Fosters Dixie Rhymes We D.A.R.E.D. to be different, they said say no to drugs I swear I’d never grow up to be some moonlight thug Cornbread and Funnel Cake, we ate all day But I remember most is all that Sugar Cane Chorus: Kicked out of the house, I was finally eighteen Shacked up with some tattooed beauty from a punk rock scene At first things were great, we’d play out all night long She was loud and free like some old Stone’s song She lit both ends and I just watched em’ burn My fingers were slippin’ and my vision was blurred There was a mountain of snow in the middle of June She thought it smelled nice like some expensive perfume Chorus:
Mile Train
2010-01-12
Bryan Hall
Mile Train
2010-01-12
David Pippin

Lyrics

Bag in the Back By David Pippin She lives on top in a trailer by the hill Makes her bread from the meth she deals She’s got cable TV and the bills are paid Her mommas got the boys and she’s got it maid Every things smooth and she’s quite all right Until the cars across the street are parked all night She’ll be stairring out the window for hours at a time Know she’s for sure that some one dropped the dime She heads for the kitchen to dispose of the scene Grabs a few close, fills her bag up with green The camero out back better be filled the top Cause she’s getting out tonight before she gets popped Chorus: She’s got the bag in the back seat it’s alright The cars already running and she’s leaving tonight She’s got the bag in the back seat it’s alright She’s all alone She lives in a house right on the beach Three or four stories twelve thousand square feet She waits for his call all day long He’s working out late and won’t be home The dishes and silver he says better shine But the laundry basket seems to be the center of time The smell of perfume she knows isn’t hers As she breaks all the china and burns all the furs Chorus She’s been working for the man for too damn long Writing and typing and answering phones Thirty minute lunch for five days a week Won’t say a word unless they say speak Well the day has come and they’re all out of town The safes left open as if to be proud She’ll be twelve hundred miles before they get back With a not on her door reading “kiss my ass” Chorus
Mile Train
2010-01-21
David Pippin

Story

This song was all about the music. Most of the stuff I write as a story behind or some deep meaning. This one is just leaving home and not being a dead stone.

Lyrics

Brothers and Sisters By David Pippin Walk with me to a sweet lullaby Sing a song we can all learn to fly Brothers and Sisters Let’s get back home Come Ride with me and you can see Chorus: I ain’t no dead stone I ain’t no dead stone I’ve climbed that rock, run up that hill Left my home any thing I feel Brothers and Sisters Lets start to roam Come fly with me and you can see Chorus We can free ourselves from the ties that bind Raise that shroud no longer blind Brothers and Sisters Lets start to roam Come fly with me and you can see Chorus
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2010-01-21
Kelley Warner

Story

This song is self explanitory

Lyrics

Tie One On By Kelley Warner Back east, way down south of the line When been getting’ our kicks drinkin’ sour mash whiskey and wine We get high, almost every night On that wild wood weed we’ve been singing about most of our lives Chorus: It’s something we can all afford To get a little fucked up again my lord We’ll try The best things in life they say are free But you know that ain’t good enough for me We’ll tie one on We go out for a night on the town They’ll be three shirts blowin’ by the time three o’clock rolls around We get back to that spot on the square Were the beer flows free and that goody good floats in the air Chorus:
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Mile Train
2007-07-15
David Pippin

Story

I wrote this in a dark time were I was unable to get any kind of break. All the bands I had been in broke up or just out right failed. But I was still happy to be alive and playing music, no matter how hard times get.

Lyrics

I’d Rather Feel Bad By David Pippin I’d rather feel bad than nothing at all Something to feel alive something I can call Living my life as stable as a flood Not swimming with the flow, stuck in the mud Hitting these strings, trying to pay the bills Broken knuckles, a temper and no backup skills I get easy advice all the time They say I should move a little on farther down the line Chorus: I’d rather feel bad than nothing at all Something to feel alive something I can call Living my life as stable as a flood Not swimming with the flow, stuck in the mud It’s hard to save a penny when you don’t drink cheap Thinking my life is some great feat I’ll spend my last days looking for a home Just some place where I can rest my bones Chorus No regrets, no not a tear It’s just that the short straw looked a lot bigger from here Don’t stop me now I’m on a roll This time next year I’ll be deep in a hole Chorus
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Mile Train
2007-07-15
David Pippin

Story

You are going to have to guess what this song is about yourself. It is exactly what you think it is about.

Lyrics

Drip-Drop By David Pippin I’m not Don Won by any means I’m James Bond only in my dreams But when I saw you the first time No sugar plums dancing in my mind I play the games that you request Cat and mouse or just plain old chess So love like you’ve never been hurt before And I’ll be sure that I lock the door Chorus: Because its Drip drop on the counter top I’ll make you scream please, please don’t stop I run my fingers up and down your back I’ll make you mine and that’s a natural fact Drip drop on the counter top I’ll make you scream baby please don’t stop Dragon flies and fairy tales I’ll make sure your fantasy sets sail We can fly clouds of pillows You can lie on the bed and I’ll be all your heroes And wake in the morning to a song of mine And fly through the day like you just lost your mind And back again when the sun goes down Silence is golden but not on this side of town Chorus
Mile Train
2007-07-15
David Pippin

Story

This song was inspired by a story my Uncle told me. My Uncles Friend's mother had passed away and wanted to be buried next to the Tennessee River and everyone in town new of her wishes. My Uncle owned a good bit of property on the Tennessee River. Shortly after the funeral my Uncle received a phone call from his grieving friend. My Uncle’s friend asked if he could help honor his mother’s wishes and my Uncle reluctantly agreed. Burring a body next to a river is dangerous and illegal but friendship to some folks means a little more than just a Christmas card or occasional phone call, it means yes I will help you burry a dead body. Terrified, my Uncle met him next to the river with a couple of shovels in the back off his truck. My Uncle and his friend walked to the edge of the river and said a few words and then a prayer. The friend went to the trunk to get his mother out as my Uncle went to get the shovels. When my Uncle returned with the shovels his friend was holding an urn with his mothers ashes in it.

Lyrics

Riverbed Graveyard By David Pippin Back down to riverbed graveyard Back down to sail my sins away Back down to the riverbed graveyard Back down so I can pray I’ve been tied up with sins of my brother Tied up with the chains they hold Tied up with the sins of my brothers Tied up and now its time to go Chorus: I’ve been sitting along the sidelines waiting for the day to break I’ve been sitting along the sidelines waiting on judgment day Now it’s time to grab the sunshine, grab it with my own two hands Time to grab the sunshine and bring it down where I stand Rise up from the water I’m drowning Rise up, so I can breathe Rise up from the water I’m drowning Rise up, don’t burry me Chorus
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