Written for one of my favourite boozecans, the Times Changed High and Lonesome Club, in Winnipeg, MB. Cheers.
lyrics
It’s 12 steps to hell at the High & Lonesome Hotel. My baby left me here. She took my money, she drank my beers, and left cigarette butts in the can. Left me a broken man. I’d been thinking about drinking down here since I left home. It’s 12 steps down to hell, and what goes on, nobody can tell. The demons all laughing and the smoke is in the air and there’s a devil with a goatee reclining in a chair and the angels fall out of the sky. Lonely souls all come to die. I’d been thinking about drinking down here since I was born. Let’s have 3 cheers for the drinkers of the world. Cheers to you and me. Let’s have 3 shots and another 3 again, because the good things all come in 3s. If you can’t seize the day, you gotta seize the night. Gotta rage against the dying of the fight and no one knows where we’re going but we’re damn sure on our way. It’s a special kinda hell where the angel in the plaid shirt dwells, With her steel toed boots and a broken tooth. Spittin’ come-hithers from her usual booth. Well, I’d guess I’d better bone up first. I feel a sudden oncoming quenchable thirst. I guess I’ll have 3 shots, John, and another 3 more to share. Let’s have 3 cheers for the drinkers of the world. Cheers to you and me. Let’s have 3 shots and another 3 again, and then another 3 again for posterity. If you can’t seize the day, you gotta seize the night. Gotta rage against the dying of the fight and no one knows where we’re going but we’re damn sure on our way. And then she leaned over all conspiratorial and said, ‘Let’s go for a walk by the river.’ My head went numb, and my mouth went dumb, and I fumbled for my mittens and my zippers. We’re talking about the weather and she gives a little push and I’m praying ’cause she’s smoking like a burning bush. Someone say goodbye, ’cause I’m gone. Let’s have 3 cheers for the lovers of the world. Cheers to you and me. Let’s have 3 kisses and another 3 again, and another 3 again for posterity. I’m gonna seize the day, I’m gonna seize the night, I’m gonna rage against the dying of the fight. I don’t care where I’m going as long as I’m going with you. It’s all I want to do.
credits
from Son of a Rudderless Boat,
released January 16, 2010
Kev Corbett: acoustic guitar, dobro, upright bass, drums, mandolin, voice.
WHOO!: Christina Martin, Keith Mullins, Norma MacDonald, Fleur Mainville, Heather Cameron, Don Brownrigg, Don MacKay, Kev.
“The man is an exceptional guitar player – for one thing – but also writes extremely clever, finessed, clockwork folk-pop
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“Well-crafted, skillfully written songs, dazzling guitar playing. Son of a Rudderless Boat is a marvelous listen.” – Penguin Eggs...more
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