From http://www.virtualubbock.com Terry Allen Lubbock (on everything) dedicated to my mother and the memory of my father PAULINE ROOSEVELT PIERCE ALLEN FLETCHER MANSON "SLED" ALLEN in memoriam STANLEY MCPHERSON (fuck vietnam) PETER DUEL (fuck hollywood) DANNY PARRISH (fuck bad blood) Engineered & Mastered by DON CALDWELL & LLOYD MAINES Produced by: everyone on this record Musicians Piano & Vocal/Terry Allen Pedal steel, acoustic & electric guitars, dobro, mandolin, tenor banjo, bell tree/Lloyd Maines Bass/Kenny Maines Drums/Curtis McBride Percussion, marimba, jawbone, skin castanets/Alan Shinn Fiddle/Richard Bowden Accordian/Ponty Bone Saxophone/Don Caldwell Harmonica/Joe Ely (courtesy MCA Records) Jazz Guitar on "Cocktails for Three"/Luis Martinez Flatland guitar on "Flatland Farmer"/Jesse Taylor Trumpet/Tommy Anderson Trombone/Mark Anthony Tuba/Russ Standefer Strings/Ruth Ann Truncale (violin), Susan Allen (viola), Karen Blalack (cello), Leslie Blackburn (viola) String arrangements/Don Caldwell School song/Monterey High School Marching band Harmony/Lloyd Maines, Kenny Maines, Sylvester "band-aid" Rice, Gwen Hewitt, Suzanne Paulk, Jo Harvey Allen "Whooooit" Harmony/Freddy Pride, Mike Austin, Vincent Thomas, Jimmy Sampson 1. Amarillo Highway (for Dave Hickey) Well I’m a high straight in Plainview Side bet in Idalou An a fresh deck in New Deal Yeah Some call me high hand An some call me low hand But I’m holdin what I am…The Wheel ‘Cause I’m panhandlin Man handlin Post holin High rollin Dust Bowlin…Daddy An I ain’t got no blood veins I just got them four lanes Of hard…Amarillo Highway Yeah I don’t wear no Stetson But I’m willin to bet son That I’m a big a Texan as you are ‘Cause There’s a girl in her barefeet ‘Sleep on the back seat An that trunk is full of Pearl…and Lone Star (chorus) So Gonna hop outta bed Pop a pill in my head Yeah, bust the Hub for the Golden Spread Under blue skies Gonna stuff my hide Behind some power glide An get some southern fried…back in my eyes (chorus) An close I’ll ever get to heaven Is makin’ speed up ol’ 87 Of that hard-ass…Amarillo Highway Top 2. High Plains Jamboree Ahhh She was a honky tonker An he was a family man An she showed him her gold teeth When he’d hold her little hand An They met out on the highway At the Paradise Motel Lounge On Saturday nights When things weren’t right Between him an his wife in town An they’re just another couple On a High Plains Jamboree Playing out them sad songs…they understand Yeah Just another couple Makin jukebox memories An walking into trouble…hand in hand Well She weren’t no maid of cotton An he weren’t no hell-of-a-man But they must have loved each other Like only the lonely can ‘Cause They slow-danced through the neons Like sorrow through a song Then they carried the tune To the motel room An they played it all night long (chorus) Top 3. The Great Joe Bob (A Regional Tragedy) He was a panhandle prince…ahhh Schoolboy football king They told him "Hi" in the halls ‘Cause he could run them balls But it was rumored (down deep) he was mean He dated high-tone girls With frosty pom-pom curls But he never gave out his ring He was the best of the best He met the grid-iron test An there ain’t nothin…as American An clean He was the pride of the backfield Ahhh the hero of his day Yeah he carried the ball for the red and blue They won District Triple-A An his name made all the papers As the best they’d ever had Yeah so nobody understood it When the Great Joe Bob went bad First he lost his scholarship To Texas Tech For drinking during training An breaking the coach’s neck…yeah Then he got suspended (ahhh) for acting obscene Around the Cum-Laudy, Cum-Laudy Daughter of the Dean So… He took up with a waitress Named Loose Ruby Cole While she was a-hoppin’ tables Down at the Hi-D-Ho An he met her on the sly When her daddy weren’t around Yeah but he stopped making yardage When he started messin ‘round (chorus) Yeah it spread like a country wildfire That something big had gone all strange Joe Bob the Greatest Halfback Was actin half-deranged…ahhh He’d been seen out with this woman Gettin drunk and havin fun Yeah he growed his hair, then gived up prayer An said, "Football days is done" Then… He and old Loose Ruby Robbed a Pinkie’s Liquor Store An had a run-in with the law When they’s runnin out the door An Joe Bob’s fate was sealed For the next century Yeah he traded in the pigskin For the penitentiary (chorus) Top 4. The Wolfman of Del Rio (I) Well He took his first release On a highway In a 1953 green Chevrolet An he was carryin and awful load For just a 15 year old ‘Til he laid his mind On the center line An turned up the radio Goin a hundred miles an hour Down the blue asphaltum line Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio An He didn’t give a damn About the trouble he was in Yeah deep down in his soul He just wanted…to go An you can tell by the look on his face He’s all caught up with the need To trade in some emptied out spaces For some speeeeeeed An that good ol’ American Dream (II) An She took her first release On the back seat Of a 1961 black V-8 Ford An she just give up al control On that vinyl fuck-an-roll Breathin hard With a dark-eyed boy That she barely even knowed Goin a hundred miles an hour Down the blue asphaltum line Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio An She didn’t give a damn About the trouble she’d get in Yeah deep down in her soul She just wanted…to flow An you can tell by the paint on her face She’s all made-up for the need To trade in some emptied out places For some speeeeeeed An that good ol’ American Dream (III) An Now they circle one another Armed with the lives from their past An They fight to the death for their lies ‘Til the bad feelings pass Then they sit An they smoke An they drink An they talk an talk an talk an talk And then they stalk around Like they’re lookin for something they’ve lost But can never again be found And it’s crazy Yeah crazy in the backyards the bedrooms the kitchens Crazy out in the streets Ahhh Through all their cities And even smaller towns An It most certainly seems Some disease of the dreams Has been goin ‘round Yes It most certainly seems Some disease of the dreams Has been goin ‘round Goin a hundred miles an hour Down the blue asphaltum line Listenin to the Wolfman of Del Rio Top 5. Lubbock Woman Well She’s sittin in the front room Just watchin the tv Paintin her nails red In a black negligee She just teased up her new wig Painted her eyelids blue Yeah She’s out to win But she’s destined to lose Too much rouge Too much booze Too many movie magazines Too many high-tones Makin fun of her And the way she lives Too many low-lifes Makin her promises They’ll never give But she’s a diamond in the wilderness Ahhh Sweetheart of the West Yeah She ain’t so good lookin But she can make love with the best ‘Cause She’s forty An lonely An raw An raunchy An has a good heart Yeah An has a good heart She’s a Lubbock Woman You got to love that woman Top 6. The Girl Who Danced Oklahoma Yeah She tried to live On the inside An get a house…an make a home An She tried to give And be satisfied Livin close…to the bone But As time It passed by It all…closed in And she craved For the wild On the outsides…again Yeah she tried to be What he wanted her to be And She tried to do What he wanted her to do But Her honky tonk mind Just couldn’t find a way through To his plans So She broke For the wild On the outsides…again (An ten years later in Southern California) Well he met her at a party For a painter She was naked and sittin in this chair That come from France So He asked her if she’d mind Talkin to a stranger But She just rolled her crazy eyes And started to dance O…KL…AH…OM…A Outside Oklahoma Okay…L.A. Top 7. Truckload of Art Recitation: Once upon a time… Sometime ago back on the east coast In New York City, to be exact… A bunch of artists and painters and sculptors and musicians and poets and writers and dancers and architects Started feeling real superior to their ego-counter-parts Out on the West Coast…so, They all got together and decided They would show those snotty surfer upstarts A thing or two about the Big Apple And…they hired themselves a truck It was a big, spanking new white-shiny Chrome-plated cab-over Peterbilt… With mudflaps, stereo, tv, AM & FM radio, Leather seats and a naugahide sleeper… All fresh With new American Flag decals and "ART ARK" Printed on the side of the door With solid 24 karat gold leaf type… And they filled up this truck With the most significant piles And influential heaps of Art Work To ever be assembled in Modern Times, And it sent it West…to chide Cajole, humble and humiliate…the Golden Bear. And this is the true story of that truck… A Truckload of Art From New York City Came rollin down the road Yeah the driver was singing And the sunset was pretty But the truck turned over And she rolled off the road Yeah a Truckload of Art is burning near the highway Precious objects are scattered All over the ground And it’s a terrible sight If a person were to see it But there weren’t nobody around (Yodel) Yeah the driver went sailing High in the sky Landing in the gold lap of the Lord Who smiled and then said "Son, you’re better off dead Than haulin a truckload full of hot avant-gárde (chorus) Yes…an important artwork Was thrown burning to the ground Tragically…landing in the weeds And the smoke could be seen Ahhh for miles all around Yeah but nobody…knows what it means Yes…a Truckload of Art Is burning near the highway And it’s a tough job for the highway patrol Ahhh they’ll soon see the smoke An come runnin to poke Then dig a deep ditch And throw the arts in a hole (Yodel) Yeah a Truckload of Art Is burning near the highway And it’s raging far-out of control And what the critics have cheered Is now shattered and queered And their noble reviews Have been stewed on the road (chorus) Top 8. The Collector (and the Art Mob) His lonely is only A blank space in the hallway On the wallway Between the hanging Of paintings Of lonely that ain't lonely At all... Well...the Art Mob's out tonight Yeah...the Art Mob's out tonight Ahhh...you better look good Yeah...you better act right 'Cause, the Art Mob's out tonight (repeat) Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Top 9. OUI (a French Song) OOOOOOO UI OOOOOOO UI OOOOOOO UI OOOOOOO UI Well I give up all my sculpturing 'Cause my life had gone all sad An I went to work down at the factory It weren't art...but it weren't bad So They put me on the assembly line Puttin plastic leaves on the plastic palms Then they shipped then off the Los Angeles Yeah it weren't art...but it weren't wrong Now some say it's pathetic When you give up your aesthetic For a blue collar job in the factory But all that exhibiting Was just too damn inhibiting For a beer drinking Regular guy...like me OOOOOOO UI OOOOOOO UI OOOOOOO UI OOOOOOO WE Top 10. Rendezvous USA Sa la vey Sa la guerre When that soft suburban moonlight Plays a mansionette melody Calling all blue collars And their sweet boufantee's To go slipping through the shadows Sipping corvasier It's magnifique in Rendezvous, U...S...A Sa la vey It's not Parie Sa la guerre It's over here When fast food restaurants elegante Offer glamour with glitter galore An tattooed hands hold champagne That whispers of amour To them coquettes across the tables With their crepe-suzette's flirt'eee...yeah Ahhh great fond-due In Rendezvous U...S...A Sa la vey It's not Parie Sa la guerre Yeah but I don't care 'Cause sleazy sheik haunts the ballrooms Dancing disco's debonair An beau-coups of hip medallions Rub against Frederick's brassieres An they'll soon get off together to French tickle some tet-a-tet...yeh Ahhh what a grand adieu To Rendezvous... What a grand adieu To Rendezvous U...S...A Top 11. Cocktails for Three Cocktails for three Ohhh it's gettin to me Yeah passin afternoons Sittin in these cocktail rooms Ahhh from nine to five I'm in the pink 'Cause after work We go for a drink But He shows up every time Just as I clink Your daqueri to mine Ohhh cocktails for three It's not natural to me Hey not for me and you Should be...cocktails for two Just sittin here with that fellow and you tryin hard to act mellow...when I'm blue Ahhh whoo-whoo Cocktails for three It's too kinky for me Best let it go and be done Just stick to...cocktails for one Now he's just another lonely business man Sittin in a lonely business land His story is on every jukebox And his life...like his drinkin Is on the rocks Yeah His life...like his drinkin Is on the rocks Top 12. The Beautiful Waitress Well it's not silly When she brings you your chili To grab a cracker And distract her...with a crunch A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only see her once Only this one time at lunch And she might as well see you too Ahhh...it's the last time You're passing through And it's not rude When she takes away your food To touch her fingers And let them linger awhile with your loneliness A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only touch her once Only this one time at lunch And she might as well touch you too Ahhh...it's the last time You're passin through So it's not strange When she brings you your change To bend down and kiss her And whisper you'll miss her...forever A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only love her once Only this one time at lunch And she might as well love you too Ahhh...it's the last time You're passin through Recitation: A waitress asked me what I did I told her I tried (to make art). She asked me if I made any money. I said no...I have to "teach" to do that. She asked me what I taught and where. I told her. She told me that she liked art, but that she couldn't draw a straight line. I told her if she could reach for something Top 13. Blue Asian Reds (for Roadrunner) Yeah she got them red eyes Ahhh from doin the red pills And she says it's for the high times Yeah she says it's for thrills So she does reds...with her coffee With her pepsi's and her gin And she says it really does her out fine But...it's just doin her in You see...She lost her soldier boy Over in Nam And she found out a year ago Wednesday When after work...she come home And she read his latest letter That said Never again...would he leave her alone But beside hit...the telegram That said he was gone Ohhh she cried and she cried Yeah...for nearly a year Then I guess she just lost the will to live Like she lost that soldier...so dear 'Cause she just traded in all that sadness And all of her fears For a bottle...marked heartache Full of little red tears Yeah she got them red eyes Ahhh from doin the red pills And she says it's for the high times Yeah she says it's for thrills So she does reds...with her coffee With her pepsi's and her gin And she says it really does her out fine But...it's just doin her in Top 14. New Delhi Freight Train Some people think that I must be crazy But my real name is just Jesse James An I left them half-crocked, hard-knocks of black rock county Just to ride on that New Delhi Train Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Ridin down that New Delhi Line Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Well I left my love behind Yeah I left my love behind Yeah I'm just a country boy without angels ahhh just a country boy without gold An I been to silver cities load of rainbows Where I pillaged and I killed and I stole Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Ridin down that New Delhi Line Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Well I left my life behind Yeah I left my life behind Then I killed a man named smilin Jordan (Jeer-dun) Yeah I killed him with one of my guns And I knew that I had did what I had not ought to But I welcomed the run from what I'd done Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Ridin down that New Delhi Line Ridin on that New Delhi Freight Train Well I left my guns behind Yeah I left my guns behind (repeat) Top 15. FFA Yeah He never done too good When he's in high school Ahhh He never even talked To a popular girl Yeah He just hung around Down at the drive-in Honkin on his horn An drinkin Pearl Beer But he's a Future Farmer of America Yeah Blue Jacket pride Of the FFA And He's the future father Of some president Who'll be another pain-in-the-ass For the U S of A He'll be another pain-in-the-ass For the U S of A Top 16. Flatland Farmer He's a flatland farmer Who flatpicks and old guitar Yeah he's a flatland farmer He flatpicks and old guitar He don't make no money But he can out-pick them Nashville stars Yeah the people come in pick-ups They travel in from miles around Ahhh the people come in pick-ups They travel in from miles around Yeah they park in his front yard...sit on his ground An they eat fried chicken to that flatland sound Eat a little... Well they call mighty Nashville Music City USA Yeah they call that god-all-mighty Nashville Music City USA Ahhh but get out of the city to where the farmer plays An you're into real music country without them city ways Get with the flatland farmer Who flatpicks an old guitar Get with the flatland farmer Who flatpicks an old guitar An closest you'll want to any Music Row Is a long dirt furrow where cotton grows Grow... Get with the flatland farmer Who flatpicks an old guitar Yeah, get with the flatland farmer Who flatpicks an old guitar He don't make no money...Awww But I'll tell...that boy can Out sing Out pick Out play Out drink Out pray...and out lay Any of them Nashville stars Top 17. My Amigo I need money I need love I need a cadillac To give me a shove And get me out of this up-tight Mid-night Into some lime-light...again Yeah 'cause I know My ego Ain't my amigo Anymore An I need whiskey I need style I need a job to make it worthwhile And to get me out of this up-tight Mid-night Into some lime-light...again Yeah 'cause I know My ego Ain't my amigo Any more Top 18. The Pink and Black Song Well I drove down to the drive-in Then I drove in Yeah I asked that carhop for a coke Said...let's go for a little spin She said...I'm losin you boy Losin you Somewhere between the burgers and the malt I said...if you won't pass your pepper, sugar Then I don't want none of your salt An I drove off Yeah I drove down the main drag Smack in the middle of town Turned on my radio An let my leatherette top...down Yeah I was cruisin out Broadway Draggin down Main du do de du do de you do de you do de you And just then the dj on the radio said Pink and Black She's comin back again An I drove in (An when I turned up that radio...this is what I heard) Wooooooooo If you ever need somebody to love you If you ever need somebody to care Stick your finger...up in the air An baby I'll be there 'Cause Pink and Black is comin back, Pink and Black is comin back, Pink and Black is comin back...for you and me An if you ever need to boogie-woogie An if you ever need to dirty bob...ummmbop Well baby don't stop...ummmbop 'Cause I'll be dancin there too Whoooooooooit An if you ever need some brown penny-loafers If you ever need some bobby-sox...well baby don't leave the hop Just stay on top and bop...like we did in school Yeah...we'll both be cool (chorus) So come with me...to 1953 An we'll bring back...all of our used-to-be's Yeah...Pink and Black...she's comin back For you and me Whoooit Whoooit Whoit Whooooooo Top 19. The Thirty Years War Waltz (forJo_Harvey) I remember standing All scrubbed down and clean Tapping my foot By the record machine An I was watching you dancing watchin you prancin watchin you glancin At me...so I took my first chance And I asked you to dance And we touched the first time with a song flying by And when the blue of your eyes Met my blues down inside Well I knew...that we two...could fly Through Thirty years of confuscions and change Thirty years of the stress and the strain Thirty years to be accused and to blame Ahhh thirty years that don't mean a thing When you put them beside Them good songs we sang So Now I'm standing But roughed up and mean Kicking my boots At the record machine Til I remember the dances remember the chances remember you glancin At me...so I just brush off my pants And I ask you to dance And we touch once again with the song flying home And that smile all your own Still beats all I've ever known So I laugh...and I moan 'Cause we two have flown Through Thirty years of the storms and the rains Thirty years of the fears and the pains Thirty years of the wars and the games Ahhh Thirty years that don't mean a thing When you put them beside Them good songs we sang Top 20. I Just Left Myself Well I just left myself today Hell I couldn't wait to get away There's still a smear Across the mirror That I have been But it won't Reflect on me Again 'Cause I just left myself today Yeah I just packed me up and went away I didn't float I didn't fly I did not transcend No I Just walked out on me Again again copyright 2000 Chris Oglesby D/B/A "Good Cheap Art" All rights reserved virtualubbock@netscape.net http://www.virtualubbock.com