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        <title>Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</title>
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            <title>Barcelona Rain</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words by Bob Cheevers music by Bob Pearce<br />from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br /><br />Well I've been to Barcelona in the middle of the winter<br />Traveling with my lover to see the sights of Spain,<br />Though we made it to Madrid and the island of Maroka<br />I can still taste her kisses in the Barcelona rain<br />The nights go by so quickly in the hillside Spanish villa<br />Deep within in my heart her love forever shall remain<br />Those memories of her body lyin' there beside me<br />Pounding on the rooftop was the Barcelona rain<br /><br />     CHORUS<br />Ooh that rain, Barcelona rain, I still can taste her kisses<br />and the bottles of Champagne                             Ooh that rain, Barcelona rain<br />Sharin' on the beaches in the Barcelona rain<br /><br />The lights of that big city sparkle like the diamonds<br />Wrapped around the crowns of gold kings of old had worn<br />The shadow of her candle, became an apparition<br />Beckoning the two of us to dance until the dawn<br />History often speaks about the Spanish inquisition<br />Matadors and Galleons full of gold doubloons<br />But her sweet lips of crimson, fueled my obsession for the perfect taste of passion, I found up in her room<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br /><br />It sheltered us from the winds of change<br />It followed us all the way to Spain                      That spell we were under Became a world of wonder<br />Baptized in the water of the Barcelona rain<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS 2x<br />_______________________________________<br />"Bob Cheevers gave me these lyrics to put music to. I heard Flaco playing accordion<br />on it as I was writing it" in 2008]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:43:28 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>Black Jack Road</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words by Bob Cheevers & Bob Pearce<br />music by Bob Pearce<br />from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />Lives in a trailer out on Black Jack road<br />With his dogs and his dedicated wife<br />Screened in front porch looks out over the land<br />Where they spend the time of their life<br />All day at the mill with his childhood friends<br />On a fork-lift workin' for his pay<br />Comes home at night, a six-pack of Bud-Light<br />And spends the end of another day<br /><br />   CHORUS<br />Out on Black Jack road<br />With the woman he loves and he knows that she knows<br />There's a world where time moves slow<br />Way out on Black Jack road <br />It's not really that far away & at sunset he knows everyday<br />He can go there and lighten his load, Way out on Black Jack road<br /><br />He's worked for years through the dust and the tears<br />Through the cut-backs and lay-offs and strikes<br />Through the days when a man would follow a plan<br />And stick to it all of his his life <br />With his wife by his side And just enough time<br />to keep those wolves at bay<br />Gets home from the mill, pays him some bills<br />And spends the end of another day<br /><br />  REPEAT CHORUS<br /><br />Still in a trailer out on Black Jack road<br />Still got some dogs and his wife by his side<br />When he thinks of the mill, He misses his old friends<br />On a blue moon they sometimes stop by<br />The one's that are left talk about who is gone<br />If they were here what would they say<br />As the sun starts to fade the bottles they raise & toast to the end of another day<br /> <br />  REPEAT CHORUS<br />______________________________________<br />"Bob Cheevers gave me the first verse & chorus lyrics & I finished up the verses & music the next day...Bob had just moved to Texas & didn't know about Lone Star beer. Who would drink Bud light?"]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 12:37:21 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>Bourbon Cowboy</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Bob Pearce & Joe Blankenship<br />from the Beer Dawgs 1988 "Beer Dawgs" & Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />CHORUS<br />They call me the Bourbon cowboy<br />Cause I don't mess around with Scotch or Gin<br />In the Early times you could find me with Jack Daniel's<br />Or Ten High with ole' Jim Beam again<br /><br />Some people say I'm down right crazy<br />When I get fired up and drunker then a skunk<br />But I never had no problem findin' ladies<br />Cause I pride myself on bein' a loveable drunk<br /><br />I love to play guitar in sleazy dance halls<br />Drink Bourbon and Beer and try to drive my truck<br />Flirt with the woman and promise em' phone calls<br />And take em' home to meet my Mom<br /><br />    REPEAT CHORUS<br /><br />I never made a livin' punchin cattle<br />But I have been known to fall of stools in bars<br />The ladies say I'm okay in the saddle<br />I'm an after hours Bourbon powered star<br /><br />    REPEAT CHORUS<br />__________________________________<br />"Joe & I wrote this song before a show, in a hotel in Folsom CA. sometime in the early "80's "]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 12:37:45 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>Farmer's Tan</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Bob Pearce<br />from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />I was born and raised smack dab in the city<br />Lots of noise and life & stress & strain<br />Left when I could and sure enough it sure feels good<br />When I go back it's still the same<br />I sure miss my friends and all my family<br />But the ties that bind they understand<br />Now I'm out in the sun workin' till the work is done<br />All I got to show is this damn farmer's tan<br /><br />     CHORUS<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh look at that farmers tan<br /><br />Up in the mornin' the chores are waitin'<br />Workin' on the land must be gods&#8217; plan<br />If this is heaven there'll be no hesitating<br />I got my faith, my dogs and my farmers tan<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br /><br />When the stars are clear and bright in that blue Texas sky<br />My baby come and take me by the hand<br />Take off my shirt and hat, what she laughin&#8217; at?<br />She sure must love my farmers tan<br /><br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan, ooh she love my farmers tan<br />Farmers tan, farmers tan<br />_____________________________________________<br />"I wrote this in 2007 out in the forest using a chain saw instead of a guitar. I guess that's why it only has one chord!"]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 12:38:14 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>Farmer's Waltz</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Bob Pearce<br />from The Beer Dawgs  1998 "Dawgwood" 1999 "Blonde on the Bayou" (as "The Farmer") & Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />The sun rises early for a poor man<br />Sunset's the only relief from the wind and rain<br />Early to bad and early to rise, I got aches in my bones dust in my eyes<br /><br />     CHORUS<br />I've been a farmer for twenty-eight years<br />Blood on my handS and soil in my veins<br />I've known the heartache of empty tears<br />Now the tables are turned, & on my life it&#8217;ll rain<br /><br />I've got two kids and a lovin' wife, and a beat up ole' shack we call home<br />I got the faith, since I saw the light, and I know that I'll never be alone<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS,FIRST VERSE, CHORUS AGAIN<br /><br />Now the tables are turned & on my life it&#8217;ll rain<br />On my life it&#8217;ll rain<br />________________________________<br />"Wrote this song as "the Fisherman" in 1979, changed it to "The Farmer" in 1995 then as a waltz in 2008...]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 12:38:35 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>Hillbilly Fellini</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Bob Pearce<br />from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />Hillbilly Fellini and his Fabulous Stump Grinders<br />are playin' down at the Stumble Inn<br />You best go see &#8221;&#732;em play now, while you still can<br />They may not pass this way again<br />They got ole' pork-chop slappin&#8217; on the gut bass<br />Sir Roy  bangin' on the skins <br />Uncle Face on the fiddle, playin' Like his Momma taught him<br />He doubles up on the mandolin<br /><br />   CHORUS<br />First they play a two-step, Then they play a Cajun waltz<br />Then another country two-step, Then another Cajun waltz<br />If you don't dance it's your own fault<br /><br />Hillbilly Fellini married to the singer he call her Sweet Marie<br />Plays an' ole rub board with some Voo-doo chicken bones<br />He picked up down in New Orleans<br />Ride in a mini van, haulin' an old trailer<br />Movin' up and down the south <br />Pull up to a tavern, look like a clown car<br />when they all come tumblin' out<br /><br />   REPEAT CHORUS<br /><br />Hillbilly Fellini loves to wear them Mexican rasslin&#8217; masks<br />You best go see him play now, while you still can<br />Cause they may not make it back<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br />__________________________________<br />"Actually came up with song while using a stumpgrinder on my property" in 2009]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 12:38:58 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>I need a beer</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Eric Bryan<br />from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />I had a hard day at work once again, I couldn't do it right had to do it again<br />I had to stay late before I could go,<br />Now that's it's over I think that you know that<br /><br />     CHORUS<br />I need a beer, The reasons are clear,<br />I need a beer, Ice cold and right here<br />I need a beer, I need a beer<br /><br />I headed on home but before I arrived,<br />My truck tire went flat and it was rainin' outside<br />I stood there all wet and pissed off & mean<br />I said to myself I know just what I need<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br />I need a beer, The reasons are clear,<br />I need a beer, Ice cold and right here<br />I need a beer, I need a beer<br /><br />I finally arrived and to my surprise,<br />There were my things all sitin' outside<br />With a note on the door written in red<br />Tellin' me that it's over and she&#8217;d gone to bed<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br />I need a beer, The reasons are clear,<br />I need a beer, Ice cold and right here<br />I need a beer, I need a beer<br />I need a beer, please bring me a beer<br />_________________________________<br />"Obviously I couldn't have written this song. I've never had a real job! My friend "Huz" wrote it & played it country style for me. I "swamped" it up"]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 12:39:17 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>LOUISIANA</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Bob pearce<br />from The Beer Dawgs 1995 "Bone" & Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />Well the road less traveled is the road that I'm on<br />All I ever wanted was a little peace and calm<br />Something nice and simple some sweet serenity<br />&#8221;&#732;til got to Louisiana look what she did to me<br />Southern moon shinin' way up high<br />Gotta certain look baby in your eyes<br />Try to leave but you got me hypnotized<br /><br />     CHORUS<br />Don&#8217;t take me there I don&#8217;t wanna' go don&#8217;t take me there<br />I might never come home, don&#8217;t take me there, Louisiana<br /><br />Well I travel best alone, that's what I&#8217;ve always found<br />I can&#8217;t stay too long, I always have to move around<br />So nice and easy, never too up or down<br />&#8221;&#732;Till I met you baby in that Louisiana town<br />Southern moon, gator in the swamp<br />You got a hook on me baby, I know I'm caught<br />I&#8217;d try to leave but you just make me stop<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br /><br />I met a girl down on the bayou she told me how to eat crawfish<br />You gotta pinch the tail and suck the head haha<br /><br />well my travelin' days I guess that they&#8217;re through<br />Every time I start to leave, I start I start thinkin' about you<br />The trains at the station and I'm sittin' on the track<br />I might go to Louisiana and never come back<br />Southern moon & a shotgun ceremony<br />Together forever but here there ain't no alimony<br />Tried to leave but her daddy told me<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br />______________________________________<br />"I wrote this sometime in 1995 after some good gumbo! I think I was listening to some Lowell George & Little Feat at the time"]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 12:39:40 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>No bar too far</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Bob Pearce<br />from the Beer Dawgs 1993 "No Bar Too Far" & Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />Cousin Earl with the Jerry-curl want's to go get lit<br />Leave the baby with the old lady she love to baby sit<br />Go outside, check his ride low and sleek and slick<br />Miles Davis on the radio, sounding cool and hip<br /><br />Well Lawyer Dan he had a plan, found somewhere to hide<br />Plead his case in another place don't need no suit and tie<br />In the quarter you judge yourself what is wrong or right<br />The only sentence that you receive is where to spend the night<br /><br />     CHORUS<br />No bar to far that's what I heard him say<br />Baby doll jump in the car, No bar to far, No bar to far, No bar to far<br /><br />Well Lady Jane's there every night in her fancy fur<br />The only thing nobody knows is it him or is it her<br />In the quarter you judge yourself, take your own advice<br />Before you make that big mistake you best look twice<br /><br />       REPEAT CHORUS 2x<br />_______________________________<br />"This is from 1990 or so...A friend started to take home a cross/dressing cocktail waitress...we warned him in time!"]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 12:40:03 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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            <title>Palace if Sin</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[words & music by Bob Pearce<br />from Slim Bawb's 2009 "Hillbilly Fellini"<br />Shawna Day Music BMI<br /><br />Whatcha gonna' do when the sun goes down<br />Everybody gone no one around?<br />No one comin' by your door that's all there is there ain't no more<br />Where you gonna go when the bartender calls last call for alcohol?<br />No one want to take you home, everybody gone you&#8217;re all alone<br />Where you gonna drive when the roads go down<br />creeks on the rise no one's in town?<br />Where you gonna' run when you&#8217;re stuck in the mud<br />Rain comin' down look like a flood<br /><br />     CHORUS<br />Maybe all you need is so close you can't see<br />It's waitin&#8217; right around the bend<br />So come on in and let the healin&#8217; begin<br />It&#8217;s a double wide, chicken fried, palace of sin<br /><br />Where you gonna' go when your girl done gone<br />& no one else has come along?<br />No one to call you sweetie pie, no one to hold you close at night<br />Where you gonna' go when your girl done left<br />took you beer and your cigarettes?<br />Said when she came it was all phony<br />Now she wants some alimony<br /><br />     REPEAT CHORUS<br />       &#8220;      &#8220;<br />It&#8217;s a double wide, chicken fried, palace of (2x)<br />It&#8217;s a double wide, chicken fried, palace of sin<br />______________________________________<br />"A traveling house of ill repute...what's more Americana than that?" wrote this in 2008 after getting my Deering banjo"]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 12:40:24 -0800</pubDate>
            <source url="http://slimbawb.com/lyrics.html">Slim Bawb (Bob Pearce) &amp; Gator Bait (James Curry) site - Slim Bawb - Lyrics</source>
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