Death Country

by Rustbelt Riot

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1.
Back Then 02:30
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
2.
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
3.
Coolin Board 02:22
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
4.
Get on It 02:11
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!!
5.
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!!
6.
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!
7.
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
8.
Worksong 02:54
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

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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 September 2, 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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