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victor wainwright & the wildroots
Lit Up !
  1. Big Dogs Runnin This Town
  2. Ting Tang Bang
  3. Subliminal Criminal
  4. Walk Away My Blues
  5. Dixie Highway
  6. Weeds
  7. Little Ole' Shack
  8. Lit Up
  9. Our Last Goodbye
  10. Don't Doubt It 'ce est bon'
  11. Coin Operated Woman
  12. Pile of Blues
  13. Honky Tonk Woman
  14. Let It Be the Same
 

Big Dog's Runnin' This Town

All your life youíve had a dream of fame and fortune, celebrity.
On a race to the top, you canít get off the ground.
Hey little dog, the big dogís runniní this town.  

Pound the pavement and, hit the streets, knock on the doors, donít hear a peep. Nobody knows you; you ainít paid your dues.
Heads up dog itís time you heard the news.

The big dogs runnin, The big dogs runniní
The big dogs runniní, The big dogs runniní 
Look out little pup the big dogs runniní this town.

Another freak in a three ring circus;
Lost in the crowd you forget your purpose
Listen to me man, you donít know whatís goiní Ďround. 
Look out little dog, the big dogís runniní this town.

Busted flat, in New York City
Down on your luck now ainít it a pity
Got a one way ticket on a ship of fools.
Look out little dog, itís time you learn the rules.

The big dogs runniní, The big dogs runniní
The big dogs runniní, The big dogs runniní 
Look out little dog the big dogs runniní this town.

Sinking fast in a drowning pool
Learning things they never taught in school
Now welcome to the city, youíre big time bound.
Look out little dog, big dogís runniní this town. 

The big dogs runninÖ

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music



Ting Tang Bang


Wolf is on the prowl, howliní at the moon
The wolf is on the prowl, hear my big bad boom
When I feel the pain, gotta have my ting, tang, bang 

Mischief on my mind, mad dog runniní wild.
Got mischief on my mind, help me honey child.
When you strut your thing, I gotta have that ting, tang, bang

Solo...

Chicken in the barn yard, roosterís gonna crow.
The chick is in the barn yard, roof is gonna blow.
The bells are gonna ring, when I get my ting, tang, bang  

Back door man a creepiní, knockiní on your door
Back door man a weepiní, lookiní for some more
It donít mean a thing, without that ting tang bang.
It donít mean a thing, without that ting tang...

Ting Tang Bang!! 

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music

 

Subliminal Criminal

He's a Subliminal Criminal, a lyin' scamp
a profile offender, a renowned tramp
Subliminal Criminal, don't give a damn
got the whole wide world in the palm of his hands 

Exquisitely ruthless, he's poised for attack
hides in plain site, so dapper in black
Bigger than Dallas, he walks in the room
takes the stage, and lowers the boom 

The rascal meets the weasel with a bogus refrain
to claim the turf, of the clinically insane
Flap jack, pork hats and clove cigarettes
bet your bottom dollar you ain't seen nothing yet. 

He's a Subliminal Criminal, a lyin' scamp
a profile offender, a renowned tramp
Subliminal Criminal, don't give a damn
got the whole wide world in the palm of his hands

Hot on the scent, of cheap perfume
chat up the suckers, and watch them swoon
Snaggletooth, whisky breath, set up the kill
He lured you in, put your cash in the till 

He's a subliminal Criminal, a lyin' scamp
A profile offender, a renowned tramp
Subliminal Criminal, don't give a damn
got the whole wide world in the palm of his hands

Words and Music: Victor Wainwright/Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music/Stephen Leslie Dees Music

 

Walk Away My Blues

When opposing views collide, blow up in your face.
Crazy people screaminí and shoutiní all over the place, and tell you what to do and who you should be. [That donít get it with me]
I put on my walkiní shoes and do what comes naturally. [Listen to me] 

Turn around walk away I donít hear what they say.
Turn around walk away take it easy for a change.
Turn around start walkiní, walk away my blues. 

I wonít live inside a prison, built by society,
Where everybodyís got your number and I want my privacy!
I wonít abide by rude behavior, people talking out the sides of their mouth
(That I can do without)
Iíve got a little secret, Iím taking me a different route [there ainít no doubt] 

Turn around walk away I donít hear what they say.
Turn around walk away take it easy for a change.
Turn around start walkiní, walk away my blues. 

Itís so sad to bear witness, to those lost in the dark
Lighten up your life, take a stroll through the park
Avoid all the confusion, and leave all your troubles behind
(Change your state of mind)

Put one foot in front the otherÖ..move on down the line 

Chorus outÖ 

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright  © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music

 

Dixie Highway

Big wheels a turniní, smell rubber burniní
Big wheels a turniní down Dixie Highway.
Goiní down yonder, hear my thunder.
Goiní down yonder on Dixie Highway. 

I can hear my momma call, come get your hot corn bread. [I can hear her call]
Son youíd better wash your hands and say your prayers. [thatís what you gotta do]
Be thankful for what he has given, on these southern roads youíre makiní a liviní down Dixie Highway.                                              

Donít court disaster, beware the master, get there much faster down Dixie Highway.
Blue lights flashiní, knee jerk reaction
speed is my passion on Dixie Highway.

Take me where the tall grass grows, on a shallow sea.
[Thatís where I wanna be]
Okeechochobee deep in my soul, and sheís calliní me.
Lead me back to where I was born, early on a winterís morn. Down Dixie Highway. 

Goiní down yonder, hear my thunder.
Goiní down yonder on Dixie Highway

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music

Weeds

Iím a farmer by trade, I work on the land.
Make a good liviní with my two hands.
Till the soil, plant some trees.
Without hard work nothiní grows but weeds.

Chase away the crows, raise me a crop.
Count my blessings for what Iíve got.
Dig down deep plant them seeds.
Without hard work nothiní grows but weeds. 

Improve my life, cultivate my brain.
Watch the blossoms grow, in the gentle rain. (Rain on me now) 

Spread the word, let every one know.
What you reap is what you sow.
Share with your neighbor, do good deeds.
Without hard work nothiní grows but weeds. 

Improve your life, cultivate your brain.
Watch the blossoms grow, in the gentle rain. (Hallelujah now)

Plant a garden, as soon as you can.
Make a good living with your two hands.
Till some soil, plant some trees.
Without hard work nothiní grows but weeds, 
Without hard work nothiní grows but weeds...

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music

Little Ole' Shack

Hey good friends, I have got to tell you about this crazy juke joint.
This little oleí place way back up in the country.
They have got a party going there on from dusk til dawn.
Come with me for a moment, and let me tell you about it.   

Itís the little oleí shack up on the hill, about a half a mile from the whiskey still
Iím goiní up yonder, gonna get my fill, set a cherry pie on the window sill
The preacher wonít like it, but your daddy sure will
The little oleí shack up on the hill.  

Cut the cake, grease the griddle
Blow off some steam, play that fiddle
Deal the cards and a roll them dice
Let it ride man, now donít you think twice
Hey big spender you canít leave this place alone
No no you canít leave it alone.  

The little oleí shack up on the hill, about a half a mile from the whiskey still
Iím goiní up yonder, gonna get my fill, set a cherry pie on the window sill
The preacher wonít like it, but your daddy sure will
The little oleí shack up on the hill.  

Big Mamacita she runs the place
Carries herself with style and grace
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
Ainít nothing like Mamacitaís caboose.  
Hey big spender you canít leave this place alone
No no you canít leave it alone.  

ChorusÖ 

A slip of the tongue, A punch in the jaw
Hear that siren?, Here comes the law
Run for cover, Slip out the back
Catch a ride, In my Cadillac
Hey big spender it's time we get on home
Donít cha know we'll be back before long!
To the little ole' shack......

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music

Lit Up

Lit up, Iím a burniní flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey youíre to blame
Whoís your daddy, all lit up.  

Ya sizzle when you shake, I tremble when you move
I can feel your heat, smokiní in the groove
Hot sticky sweet, drippiní with sweat
Light me up baby Iím your cigarette                                                                                             

Lit up, Iím a burniní flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey youíre to blame
Whoís your daddy, all lit up. 

Iím pure dynamite, set to explode
Highly combustible, Iím ready to go.
Sound the alarm, thereís trouble down below.
Great balls of fire, Iím your rock letís roll.  

Lit up, Iím a burniní flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey youíre to blame
Whoís your daddy, all lit up. 

Momma used to say, donít play with fire
But she never told me of loves desire
So turn up the heat, Iím ready to burn.
Iím a bad boy and Iíll never learn. No Iíll never learn.  

Lit up, Iím a burniní flame
Lit up, when you call my name.
Lit up, honey youíre to blame
Whoís your daddy, all lit up. 

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music

Our Last Goodbye

Weíve come to the end of a long rocky road
Standing at the crossroads, which way do we go
Itís so hard now baby, when love is over.  

Cruel words spoken, dirty deeds have been done
But darliní thatís not us, only what weíve become
Ainít it hard now baby, sure can get to you
So hard now, no more me and you 

Damned if we do, damned if we donít
Ainít no use for us to keep on tryiní
Come on admit it; look me in the eye.
Itís time for our last goodbye.  

I believe itís a sin, you know itís a crime
To waste each others life, liviní a lie
We gotta do right, thereís a better way. 

Living in denial is no way to live,
letís lay it on the line now somethingís got to give
Weíve gotta do right and just walk away
We gotta do right girl, only one thing left to say.   

Weíre damned if we do, damned if we donít
Ainít no use for us to keep on tryiní
Come on admit it; look me in the eye.
Itís time for our last goodbye.  

Weíve tried so many times, fought the good fight
But all our good intentions werenít enough, to make it right.
Ainít it hard now baby, sure can get to you
So hard now, Iíve never felt so blue.  

Chorus out 

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © Stephen Leslie Dees Music 2010

 

Don't Doubt It 'ce est bon'

Weíve come a mighty long way, to be with you today
We made it just in time, and thatís a very good sign
So put your hands together, no donít you be shy
Weíre gonna have a celebration, ainít it good to be alive  

Donít doubt it, Donít doubt it; Ďce est boní, itís so good
Donít doubt it, Donít doubt it; Ďce est boní 

On the job and workiní hard, pushiní paper, payiní bills.
Life can be a struggle [yes lord] just to get on up that hill.
Itís time to count your blessings, and have a little fun.
Come revel in jubilation, this partyís just begun! 

Donít doubt it, Donít doubt it; Ďce est boní, itís so good
Donít doubt it, Donít doubt it; Ďce est boní 

Wait a minute little sister, whatís that look upon your face?
Now donít cha wanna join in, come on help us rock this place.
You gotta get yourself together, get on up Ďní out on the floor
Come on and boogie with the band, thatís what weíre all here for 

Donít doubt it, Donít doubt it; Ďce est boní, itís so good
Donít doubt it, Donít doubt it; Ďce est boní, Ďce est boní 

When you feel a little low; and lifeís just a mess
Come on and take a ride, on our blues express.
Grab yourself a partner, come on and get on board.
Weíre gonna ride this train till we canít ride no more. 

Chorus outÖ 

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music



Coin Operated

Alright fellas, now gather round, I need a WildRoots meeting.
Ya see I got this little girl and sheís been nothiní but trouble
Sheís taken every dollar I got
I wrote this little song about it, help me out here.  

I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
She wonít be satisfied til sheís taken everything I got 

A night on the town boys, sheíll complain about the wine
A night on the town boys, sheíll complain about the wine
Everybody but her is haviní a really good time.
Yeah, I take her on a cruise boys; sheíll complain about the sun
A top dollar cruise boys and sheíll complain about the sun
Everybody but her is haviní a whole lot of fun 

I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
She wonít be satisfied til sheís taken everything I got. 

Itís my turn here, now hold it.
You see I only got 88 keys, sheís trying to take some of them too 

I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
I got a coin operated woman drop my coin in the slot.
She wonít be satisfied til sheís taken everything I got
Ah easy come easy go, there she goes
Hey fellas you got any change, I sure could use some about nowÖ

Words and Music: Victor Wainwright/Greg Gumpel
Copyright © 2010 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music

 

Pile of Blues

I canít begin to tell you about the shape Iím in
My hands are shaky and my constitutions thin
I went and put my big foot right in it again 

I had way too much to drink last night
Canít quite remember what I did, but Iím sure it wasnít right
All the things they said I said, got me wishiní I was dead 

A disheveled appearance, my first clue
Suspicious remnants left on my shoes
I guess what they said must surely be true
I done stepped in a big pile of blues (pile of blues) 

My vision impaired I couldnít see where I was goiní.
Due to my condition I had no way of knowiní; that Iíd wake up on the bathroom floor this morniní.  

I freely admit this wasnít me at my best, well Iíve seen better days, but then thereís the rest.
One more failed sobriety test; Iíve got myself in an awful nasty mess.
I shouldnít of had that one last drink, all my ambitionís goiní down the sink.
Bad behavior led me to the brink. I done stepped in a big pile of blues.
 

Now every dog has its day, [thatís what they say] and every child must play.
But too often this ole boy gets so very carried away.
And I get to thinkingÖ maybe I should change what I do and give up that booze. 

I am a victim of my excess. Fell off the wagon and outtaí the nest, I stumbled over the 12th step, I done stepped in a big pile of blues

I done stepped in a big pile of blues
I done stepped in a big pile of blues

Words and Music: Stephen Dees/Victor Wainwright
Copyright © 2010 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music
 

 

Honky Tonk Heaven

I know a juke joint on the edge of town
Not too classy, a little run down
Dust on the floor, smoke in the air
Your troubles float away when you walk in there
Some are gettingí loose, some are gettiní tight
Everybody here is high as a kite 

Weíre gonna raise a little hell in the honky tonk heaven tonight.    

Youíre a sweet little girl, cute as you can be
But you bring out the devil in me
Iím no sinner, Iím no saint
Youíre built like a Caddy with a new coat of paint
Youíre a vision of heaven, a glorious site
You ainít weariní wings, but youíre an angel alright  

Weíre gonna raise a little hell in the honky tonk heaven tonight.  

Up on high Gabriel blow your horn
Now donít be shy knockiní down heavens door 

Burn boogie blues til the break of dawn
Turn up the heat, the fever is on
Now donít be square, take my advice
Have yourself a little slice of paradise
Tell Saint Peter, itís alright,
the pearly gates are cominí down tonight 

Weíre gonna raise a little hell in the honky tonk heaven tonight.  

Up on high Gabriel blow your horn
Now donít be shy knockiní down heavens door

I know a juke joint on the edge of town
Not too classy, a little run down
Dust on the floor, smoke in the air
Your troubles float away when you walk in there
Tell Saint Peter, itís alright, the pearly gates are cominí down tonight 

Chorus OutÖ

Words and Music: Stephen Dees, Victor Wainwright and Billy C. Wirtz
Copyright © 2008 Stephen Leslie Dees Music/Victor Lawton Wainwright Music

Let It Be the Same

Was it a matter, of something I might have said?
Have I make you angry, did I make you mad?
We can start over, over, if our love remains.
If itís all the same to you, let it be the same.  

The promise made of London, was an answer to all our prayers
Those sleeping city rooftops; those indecisive stares.
We can start over, over, with one compassionate gaze.
If itís all the same to you, let it be the same. 

All I have is your love. All I have, is my love.. 

Life made a joke of you, and auctioned you off
You felt rejected, so often judged.
We can start over, over; grow closer to the flame
If itís all the same to you, let it be the same.
If itís all the same to you, let it be the same. 

Words and Music: Victor Wainwright/Weston Bradigan
Special thanks to Stephen Dees and Nick Black
Copyright © 2010 Victor Lawton Wainwright Music

 
   
   
 

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