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Four in the Morning

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Like we said on the last page Claude Hopper's debut CD Four in the Morning is really really groovee.
It has twelve songs on it. Here is the lyrics and credits for thise songs

Song Lyrics and Credits

Whiskey
Big Yellow Truck
Mud Flap Girl
Down
Carolina
Trial and Error
Anything Is Possible
Doctor
On Any Other Day
Sophia
Blue Bonneville
Showboat Blues

Whiskey

Every time that I get next to you
I keep putting my foot in my mouth
Time again that Bobby's words reign true
I've begun believing them myself

I'm still trying to work things out
And the clock is catching up to speed
It's four in the morning and I am stumbling
Trying to find my way home again

Sipping whisky at the bar
We'd taken things a bit too far
Recycle tales of victory
Twenty dollars and ten minutes to drink it in
Is this the last time I'll be with you my friend

I find myself on higher ground
Ever since you've thrown away the key
And the rain keeps pouring down
And the luck of the draw tells where we'll be

It's five o'clock and the power's out
We're sipping whisky in the dark
Took twenty years to get this lost
Probably take twenty more to get back again

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars; Chris Symer: Acoustic Bass;
Tom Ball: Harmonica; Chris Thomas: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals

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Big Yellow Truck

Big yellow truck
Teetering down the highway
In my Big Yellow Truck
Big Yellow Truck

Creepy caterpillar
Crawl across my dashboard
Seventy miles per hour
And he still don't feel the speed
Big black dog with bright brown eyes
Pokes his head out of the window
His ears flap in the wind
He's gonna fly away like Dumbo

Big Yellow Truck
Teetering down the highway
In my Big Yellow Truck
Big Yellow Truck

Saw the desert sun set
And the desert sun rising
Time between the headlights
Cleared the darkness from my eyes
Smell of rusted truck stop coffee
Takes the brakes off of the morning
While red rock columns climb the sky
Out on the horizon

Big Yellow Truck
Teetering down the highway
In my Big Yellow Truck
Big Yellow Truck

Behind the counter sweet Loretta
Changes filters in the sunlight
Puts away those dimes and quarters
Saving for a rainy day
Punches out the time clock
Lets her hair fall past her shoulders
Then she gets in to her blue truck
Turns it over and drives away

Big Yellow Truck
Teetering down the highway
In my Big Yellow Truck
Big Yellow Truck

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars; Chris Symer: Electric Bass; Chris Ulep: Organ; Chris Cairns: Banjo; George Pendergast: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals

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Mud Flap Girl

M.F.G., M.F.G., Mud Flap Girl
You really cast a spell on me

She said she really liked me
As far as I could see
She was looking out
Through eyes of ecstacy

I said that come the morning
I guess we'll truly see
Just exactly how you feel
About me

M.F.G., M.F.G., Mud Flap Girl
You really cast a spell on me

I said, "I like the mud flap girls
Riding on your jeans"
She said, "I'm glad you noticed
They're with me"

I said, "You must have truckers
somewhere in your genes"
She said, "Maybe,
But not necessarily"

M.F.G., M.F.G., Mud Flap Girl
You really cast a spell on me

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar; Chris Symer: Acoustic Bass; Chris Ulep: Organ; Chris Cairns: Banjo; Bill Flores: Pedal Steel Guitar; Chris Thomas: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals


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Down

Big oak tree standing by
You have reached for the sky
For over two hundred years
You have reached for the sky

Bull dozer coming round
The developer man has a plan in his hand
To take you down, down, down, down
Take you down, down down, down

Red tail hawk staring down
Perched on the oak
As he surveys the land that surrounds

I hear his cry, it's startling
This is his real estate that they've come to negate
As he stares them down, down, down, down
Stares them down, down, down, down

Oh, humanity has come to the forest
With its price of progress
All through the canopy I can hear them coming
Diesel engines running
Belching noise and black smoke
Through the stand of trees

Big oak tree coming down
Does your fall make a sound
When your limbs hit the ground
When no one's around to hear you falling
You still make a sound like we're all going down

Going down, down, down, down
Going down, down, down, down

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars; Chris Symer: Electric Bass; George Pendergast: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals; Cory Sipper: Vocals

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Carolina

Carolina always on the run
Take the time to settle down
Carolina travel near to far
Ever since I've been around

Carolina you're driving me crazy
Carolina you're driving me crazy

Carolina it's not at all easy
But you got to keep on pushing through
Carolina nothing comes for free
And we all gotta do what we gotta do

Carolina you're driving me crazy
Carolina you're driving me crazy

Carolina there's a line of color
Bursting forth in front of you
Carolina only love and rockets
Can carry you to the moon

Carolina you're driving me crazy
Carolina you're driving me crazy

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar and Electric Guitars; Chris Symer: Acoustic Bass; Chris Thomas: Drums; Jeff Elliot: Trumpet and Flugel Horn; Vince Denim: Saxophone; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals; John McInnes: Vocals

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Trial and Error

Here I sit with pen in hand
Scribbling across the paper
I find myself in transitory space
Trial and error

The more I try to plan it out
The more the changes are thrown about
But I make progress I move forward
Through trial and error

Everyone sees the
Situation differently
I didn't expect this to crash and burn
So suddenly

Just when I think its going alright
The train jumps track in the middle of the night
And I'm left holding my bags one more time
Through trial and error

Suckered in by the bait and switch
Once again
I need to learn to read the fine print
Before answering

The more I try to work it out
The more that time slips right on by
But I make progress I move forward
Through trial and error

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars; Chris Symer: Acoustic Bass; Alastair Greene: Electric Lead and Slide Guitars; Chris Thomas: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry:Vocals, Mountain Dulcimer

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Anything Is Possible

Crossed into New Mexico
Turned back the time once more
Sky was afire like she said it would be

Driving into the desert night
Where a hidden truth blinds me
And keeps pushing me toward my destiny

In seven hundred miles
The neon lights that burn a hole in the sky
Will shine for me

I know she's waiting there
And things that must be said may find their way
But what can I say

Sitting on the edge of the world
While the carrion crow fly below me
All things considered I feel pretty fine

Last night I lay in bed
With a freight train running through my twisted mind
And the Santa Fe keeps running on time

Take a look around you
You'll know anything is possible
Everything has its place in time

And the Muddy Colorado
Looks so God damn insignificant
Compared to what it left behind

Just passed the Nevada line
Turn it back one last time
Look around... Anything is possible

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Spring Drum; Chris Symer: Acoustic Bass; Chris Ulep: Organ and Piano; Bill Flores: Lap Steel Guitar; Chris Thomas: Drum;s Tom Lackner: Tambourine; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals, Tom Tom Drum; Anastasia Gonzales: Vocals

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Doctor

There's a man out on the street
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

You need some loving he is so discreet
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

If you don't he will still make the scene
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

He has a big bag of medicine
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor,
I can make you feel good
Doctor, Doctor, Doctor,
I can make you feel good

He has strange ways of having fun
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

You need some loving he will give you some
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

If you don't he'll still make the scene
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

He's just a freaky dude like that
He's the doctor (I can make you feel good)

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor,
I can make you feel good
Doctor, Doctor, Doctor,
I can make you feel good

David Cowan: Vocals, Electric Guitars, Slide Guitar and Bass; Chris Ulep: Organ; Jeff Elliot: Trumpet and Flugel Horn; Vince Denim: Saxophone; Earl Arnold: Flute; Chris Thomas: Drums; Luther Richmond: Vocal; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals

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On Any Other Day

The summer sun is rising
Above the gravel highway
Out in Lucas County
There were gunshots fired today

They tore through love and laughter
As much as flesh and bone
Tore through spirits coming
Changed the world in a fraction

Over the Michigan line
From the Ohio side
A sound that echoed clearly
So this is the price to pay

On any other day you might have seen it coming
On any other day, it's not just any other day

You came across the water
Provided for your family
Life the accelerator
You with your foot to the floor

The Northcoast steel mills smoking
Fill barges on the river
A time of prohibition
And you with the best liquor

And with the market crashing
Upon the autumn floor
You were still living high
You would not settle to just get by

On any other day you might have seen it coming
On any other day, it's not just any other day

The summer thunder rumbles
Your friends they fall like rain
You should have heard the warning
Instead you talked a real big game

Now all your dreams dispersing
Your hopes and aspirations
Your blood has dried and scattered
Amidst the dust and clay

Your little girls, they don't understand
Why your wife is crying
Surprise no celebration
It's her birthday today

On any other day you might have seen it coming
On any other day, it's not just any other day
And I can hear you say On any other day I might have seen it coming
On any other day, it's not just any other day

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars and Resonator Slide Guitar; Chris Symer: Acoustic Bass; Chris Cairns: Banjo; Tom Lackner: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals; Cory Sipper: Vocals

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Sophia

Baby when I told you to get on out of here
It wasn't me talking, just the bourbon and beer
Sophia, why'd you ever set me free
Baby, I'm waiting for you to come home to me

You know how I take it, you know what I like
You know how to get me through the lonely night
Sophia, why'd you ever set me free
Baby, I'm waiting for you to come home to me

Baby if you come back I'll stop acting like a slob
Maybe I'll even go out and get myself a job
Sophia, why'd you ever set me free
Baby, I'm waiting for you to come home to me

So I'm sitting here crying and I'm all by myself
I'm gonna get my liquor down off my whiskey shelf
Sophia, why'd you ever set me free
Baby, I'm waiting for you to come home to me

Baby when I told you to get on out of here
It wasn't me talking, just the bourbon and beer
Sophia, why'd you ever set me free
Baby, I'm waiting for you to come home to me

So I'm sitting here crying and I'm all by myself
I'm gonna get my liquor down off my whiskey shelf
Sophia, why'd you ever set me free
Baby, I'm waiting for you to come home to me

David Cowan: Vocals, Electric Guitars; John McInnes: Electric Bass; Chris Ulep: Organ; Alastair Green: Electric Slide Guitar; Tom Ball: Harmonica; Chris Thomas: Drums; Tom Lackner: Tambourine and Water Jugs

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Blue Bonneville

I found myself brokedown on top of Bald Mountain
Big mountain gonna take a chunk out of me
I looked on out across the horizon
And replaced it with a dose of humility

And a big wind kept on blowing
Blew the sun right down, blew the night time on
I leveled my thumb to the highway
And a horse trailer come to take me down

Old Ed Burnham
Was a tow trucking iron welding man
Strapped a .357 to his hip pocket
As he drove me across his land

Grabbed a cheap motel, took a walk down the main street
Down to the edge of town, in a bar with no name
It was peopled by those with drink in common
In a slice of life portrait of western states history

I sat right down with the local paper
I was looking for that freedom ride
There it was staring right back at me
It was a great blue box owned by two Shoshone

Blue Bonneville
Won't you carry me to my home
I got the Big Chief riding shotgun
And I got the radio on

Blue Bonneville
Won't you carry me to my home
I got the Big Chief riding shotgun
And I got the radio on I got the radio on

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars; Chris Symer: Electric Bass; Alastair Greene: Dobro Slide; Tom Lackner: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals

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Showboat Blues

I can't stand losing you
No matter what I do
And you're only a call away

It's four in the morning
And I've nothing left to do
Except to make this here old guitar play

It seems like lately
That I've got you on my mind
Wonder what you're up to

I've been holding back
From signing on the line
With those waiting on the showboat blues

Maybe this time
I'll know my way
A little better than before

Maybe next time
I'll find the way to board

I can't stand losing you
No matter what I do
And you're only a call away

It's four in the morning
And I've nothing left to do
I'd like to throw this fucking guitar
Out the window

And I've got the waiting on the showboat blues
I've got the waiting on the showboat blues
I've got the waiting on the showboat blues
I've got the waiting on the showboat

David Cowan: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars; Chris Symer: Acoustic Bass; Chris Cairns: Banjo; Bill Flores: Pedal Steel Guitar; Chris Thomas: Drums; Robinson Eikenberry: Vocals; Anastasia Gonzales: Vocals

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