Death Country

by Rustbelt Riot

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The North shall rise again! These guys are hard and fast sonic troublemakers! It's CowPunk at it's best. Born and bred in the desolate shadows of Upstate New York's Mohawk Valley, Rustbelt Riot is re-tooling their industry with attitude and story songs from the darkest parts of the region. Fiercely territorial like the valley's original inhabitants, Rustbelt is forging a new country music sound - The North Country Sound!

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released 02 September 2012

Produced By Marcus Larabee
All Songs ©2012 Hughes/Larabee

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Rustbelt Riot Utica, New York

The North Shall Rise Again! Sonic Troublemakers from Central New York's Mohawk Valley. High Energy, No holds barred, Kick-Ass North Country CowPunk

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Track Name: Back Then
Yeah There’s Been Trouble You Got That Right
Daddy Can I Rest on The Floor Tonight?
Somethin’ Goes Wrong B’tween The Smoke and the Rot
Can I just Lay Here? Won’t ya Turn Down Them Lights.

Well I Hear You Were Quite A Man Back Then
When Grand daddy Taught Ya All About The Pen 
And His Old Man Back In 1910 said:
“Swing First, Hands up, And Keep Down Ur Chin”

Like That Night We’re Comin From Port Huron
With 25 Workers With A Thirst To Get On
It Was Eyeball To Eyeball All The Way To The John
When He Come Up Swingin With A Fifth Of 51

Well I Hear You Were Quite A Man Back Then
When Grand daddy Taught Ya All About The Pen 
And His Old Man Back In 1910 said:
“Swing First, Hands up, And Keep Down Ur Chin”

There’s Cuts and Wounds That Are Deeper Than Bone
And Screams In the Night That Just Follow Me Home
There’s Countless Assaults That Remain Un-atoned
But Fridays My Crown And The Barstools My Throne

Well I Hear You Were Quite A Man Back Then
When Grand daddy Taught Ya All About The Pen 
And His Old Man Back In 1910 said:
“Swing First, Hands up, And Keep Down Ur Chin
Track Name: Death Country
The story goes that grand dad hung him self out in the barn
and the ashes from his final smoke burned the whole place down
the animals were screaming in their final deathly cries
my old man and grandma watched the flames rise to the sky

She never left the bed that year
He was took away by foster care
never saw her face again
all alone and shiftless heading for the pen

Oh man that's death country take you for a ride
Midnight in a bad place where you’re playing for your life
Badlands smoking in the summer heat
AK lighting up the city street
Snow blowing white and you just cant see
Now that’s Death Country

Taken to the bottle like a baby to its toy
To fight the black depression and that suicidal voice
People said I hit ‘em but when I woke up from that fight
the Judge he wasn’t smiling Joined the army late that night

Now I’m staring cross the desert sand
with dirty kids lie starving lambs
bombs all planted on the road
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em boys this feels a lot like home

Oh man that's death country take you for a ride
Midnight in a bad place where you’re playing for your life
Badlands smoking in the summer heat
AK lighting up the city street
Snow blowing white and you just cant see
Now that’s Death Country
Track Name: Coolin Board
Listen up all you drinkers
all you washed up trailer whores
the news is in from the dispatch
my baby’s breathing no more

So buy some rye for my man in the corner
a little gin for ‘ol one eyed red
I just got me a line from that eastern side there a good girl laying out dead

Coolin’ Board
Coolin’ Board

She was carrying my baby
Living up above that store
when all the blackness and consumption
took her to that lonesome shore

Coolin’ Board
Coolin’ Board

Tonight we’re gonna burn all the liars
and them thieves are gonna lose an eye
I’ll drink till I swim oh my poor sweet Gwen
together we’re gonna lie

Coolin’ Board
Coolin’ Board
Track Name: Get on It
Rode that Indian all through the big war
brought it home and told his boy, this is what it’s for
some ride it slow and wind it out a bit.
Hop on up kick ‘er over I say let ‘er RIP

GET ON IT!

Way upstate where the forest meets the sky
the old man took his tractor and he worked into the night
Built the boy a dirt track, Piled it up high
tossed him his old helmet and he looked him in the eye
and he said:

GET ON IT!

In My mind there's a Blackness that blocks out the sun
It gets so quiet and lonesome
I got a way you can chase away the rust
the devil and the taxman can choke upon my dust!

GET ON IT!!
Track Name: Shadow of the Valley
Babies Die, Husbands Lie,
Cold Hard Killers On The Fry, 
Daughters Cry, Setting Dreams Aside,
Left Standing All Alone At The Aisle
In The Shadow of the Valley, it’s Blacker Than An Alley
Runs Cross The Tracks To The Bad Lands
A Loner Child, Made a Man
In The Ice Cold Grip Of The Devils Hand. Yeah Yeah!!

Low On Cash, Driving Fast, EMT, Shotgun Blast,
Yard’s All Trashed, Eggs and Hash,
The Folk Down Here Know Love Don’t Last

In the Shadow of the Valley, it’s Blacker Than An Alley
Runs Cross The Tracks To The Bad Lands
A Loner Child, Made a Man
In The Ice Cold Grip Of The Devils Hand. 
EEYEAAAAAH!!

Miles of Snow , Four by Four,
Where’s the Check man? I Don’t Know!
Hand of Fate, All Too Late. It’s Suicide Or A Trip Upstate

In the Shadow of the Valley, it’s Blacker Than An Alley
Runs Cross The Tracks To The Bad Lands
A Loner Child, Made a Man
Frozen In The Grip Of The Devils Hand. 
EEYEAAAAAH!!
Track Name: Tire Iron Night
Blacker than the 8 ball break a glass of gin
Grease the wheels right on fire strap your backbone in
Some of them boys lonely a shame they try to hide
some of them boys dead for years come back just to ride.

Whoo Hoo got trouble.. Shine a light
cross the yellow moon on Tire Iron Nite!

Woah That wind Blows Cross the witches brew
through them empty trees reaching out for you
resting on the throttle bloodshot from the pain
razors underneath my tongue cant hide my families shame

Whoo Hoo got trouble.. Shine a light
cross the yellow moon on Tire Iron Nite!

The gauge is on the level the whole things gonna blow
the endless sky filled with fire burns on through the snow
I said blacker than the 8 ball break a glass of gin
Grease them wheels right on fire and strap your backbone in!

Whoo Hoo got trouble.. Shine a light
cross the Devils moon on Tire Iron Nite!

Money on the table piled up like sins
keeps you on the white line cant go back again
heavier than metal stare and you'll go blind
gather up the faithful hear them engines whine

Whoo Hoo got trouble.. Shine a light
cross the yellow moon on Tire Iron Nite!
Track Name: Bring it on Back Home
Bring it on Back Home Son, Bring it on Back home
Keep Your Hand on the Mason Jar and Bring it on back home

Poor as dirt in the 9 mile swamp with my brother and my daddy’s kids
Mama she never did have no dreams just a trailer and a half a lid
Uncle Ry come by on Sunday with his paper and his pickup truck
Said you’re man enough to drink my beer then go pick some more up son

Bring it on Back Home Son, Bring it on Back home
Keep Your Hand on the Mason Jar and Bring it on back home

Married more than I could take she had a house and a job in town
Come home from the mill to early and heard the screaming right through the wall
in a fit of rage I grabbed my gauge but a cold wind touched my face.
it was my long dead mama she was pale as snow standing there hands up raised.

Bring it on Back Home Son, Bring it on Back home
Keep Your Hand on the Mason Jar and Bring it on back home

Well that was years ago but you’d never know cause everyone's dead or jailed
folks downstate said I lost my mind when I took my money and bailed.
So here’s a shout to the down and out it’s one for the 315
Pack the truck, light one up we’re rollin' north to the valley tonight

Bring it on Back Home Son, Bring it on Back home
Keep Your Hand on the Mason Jar and Bring it on back home
Track Name: Worksong
Sally Was Gone In The Mornin,
Long Gone Down That Road
She Didn’t Leave A Message Or A Warning,
I’ll Just Try To Take My Load.

So I Said Drink Up!!
And Fall To The Floor, Sufferin All Round Here
Well The Sun Don’t Shine – The Rain Do Pour
on My Worksong

I Punch in Early & I’m Stayin Late,
Goin the Extra Mile!
Twenty Four Seven on the Bar Room Floor
Just to Wash Away My Sally’s Smile.

So I Said Drink Up!!
And Fall To The Floor,
Sufferin All Round Here
Well The Sun Don’t Shine – The Rain Do Pour
on My Worksong

Sally Moved up North I Hear,
Got Herself a New Man 
S
he Took Her Money and My Baby Too
It’s So Hard To Understand. 
I Can’t Get up Outta Bed,
I Don’t Even Eat 
Livin On Hate & 80 Proofs
No Way To Make Ends Meet.

But I Say: DRINK UP!!
Then Fall To The Floor,
Got Sufferin All Round Here
‘Cause The Sun Don’t Shine
The Rain Do Pour
on My Worksong

I Say: DRINK UP!!
Then Fall To The Floor,
Got Sufferin All Round Here
‘Cause The Sun Don’t Shine
The Rain Do Pour
on My Worksong