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Backwoods Blend

by The Distilled-Spirit Rebellion

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    ‘Backwoods Blend’, D.S.R.’s debut album was recorded (mostly) Live @ The Swamp House (a one-room off-the-grid cabin in the mountains outside Williams, OR). It was self-produced and 2-years in the makin’. It features mostly original songs, including: “Comin’ Back Around”, “Goin’ Up To The Mountains”, “I’m An Outlaw Now”, “Blue Balls In Billtown”, “You and Whiskey”, “Don’t Tread On Me”, and “Closin’ Down The Honky Tonks”, a few tasty covers from Hank Williams to Tom Waits, and a couple old-timey traditionals with uniquely rebellious twists. Seventy-four minutes of uncompromisingly original Cosmic Outlaw Music….country style!

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1.
Lost Highway 05:47
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Lost Highway (Leone Payne) Copyright Sony/Atv Acuff Rose Music I’m a rolling stone, all alone and lost For a life of sin, I have paid the cost When I pass by, all the people say Just another guy, on the lost highway Just a deck of cards and a jug of wine And a woman’s lies makes a life like mine Oh the day we met, I went astray I started rollin’ down that lost highway I was just a lad, nearly twenty-two Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you And now I’m lost, too late to pray Lord, I paid the cost on the lost Highway Now, boys don’t start to ramblin’ around On this road of sin are you sorrow bound Take my advice or you’ll curse the day You started rollin’ down that lost highway
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Comin' Back Around 05:17
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Comin’ Back Around (Nazel Pickens) Well, I’ll be comin’ back around Maybe to your town I don’t know when But I’ll see you then I’ll be comin’ back around Both feet on the ground I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around I’ll be comin’ back around Maybe to your town I don’t know when But I’ll see you then I’ll be comin’ back around Both feet on the ground I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around Well, you once told me There’s so much to see And even more If ya walk out that door But ya break down and cry When I say goodbye I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around This ol’ world does turn And cities will burn I travel alone Ain’t got no home I don’t give a dang I’m a boomerang I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around Might be next Spring Ain’t no big thing Or in the Fall I’ll see you all Get one thing straight I aim to hesitate I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around Well, its all OK Try’n keep me away Pitchforks and fire Couldn’t make me retire Like the sun and moon And summer in June I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around Ride on the wind ‘Round ev’ry bend Smoke in my mouth I migrate south I’m a man of lil’ means Like a can of beans I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around May have to meet Dark end of the street Or maybe it’ll be Over the sea In the stars tonight I’m a satellite I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around Well, we all start small Then we get kinda tall Then back to the ground Bones can be found Life’s one big loop Take a look at your poop I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around They say yer soul never dies Cat’s got nine lives Or ya go to the sky But I know they lie I ain’t got a clue My heart’s with you I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around I’ll be comin’ back around Maybe to your town I don’t know when I’ll see you then I’ll be comin’ back around Both feet on the ground I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down I’ll be comin’ back around I’ll be comin’ back around Baby, up or down But, I’ll be comin’ back around
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The Coo-Coo Bird 05:31
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The Coo-Coo Bird (Traditional) Oh, the coo-coo, well, she’s a pretty bird She wobbles as she flies Well, she don’t ever holler coo-coo ’Til the fourth day of July Jack-a-diamonds, Jack-a-diamonds I know you from old You robbed my poor pockets Of my silver and my gold Well, I’ve played cards in England I’ve gambled in Spain Well, I bet you ten dollars I’ll beat you next game For workin’, well, I’m too lazy For beggin’, that’s too low Train robbin’, that’s too dangerous So to gamblin’ I do go I wish I was a poet With a very fine hand Well, I’d write my love a letter Maybe the she’d understand Gonna build me a log cabin On a mountain so high So I can see Willie As she goes passin’ by Oh, the coo-coo, well, she’s a pretty bird She wobbles as she flies Well, she don’t ever holler coo-coo ’Til the fourth day of July Oh, the coo-coo, well, she’s a pretty bird She wobbles as she flies Well, she don’t ever holler coo-coo ’Til the fourth day of July
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Goin' Up To The Mountains 08:11
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Goin’ Up To The Mountains (Nazel Pickens) I’m goin’ up to the mountains Leave this town behind I’m goin’ up to the mountains Fix this worried mind Fix this worried mind Ain’t lookin’ for no silver Got no use for gold Tryin’ to get myself right ‘Fore I get to very old I used to chase the bright lights Wine and whiskey it flowed It just filled me with sorrow My heart it grew so cold And once I had a sweet darlin’ Tender and kind I took to much to the ramblin’ Left her far behind Now my soul it is so weary Head mixed-up and blind But my heart still yearns for somethin’ Somethin’ I must find So, I’m goin’ up to the mountains Leave this town behind I’m goin’ up to the mountains Fix this worried mind Fix this worried mind I’m goin’ where the dew is sweetest The air it smells of pine Leave this world of trouble Have a life that’s mine I’m goin’ where they never will find me The hawk he is on wing Where time is forgotten The coo-coo comes to sing ‘Cause my days, they are so lonesome Nights, they are so long Don’t know why I ever left there All I know is I was wrong So, I’m goin’ back to where I came from Where I’m light and free My feet know where to take me Where I can just be me I’ll find me a dark ol’ hollow Build a cabin in the wood Mix up a lil’ moonshine Try to forget you if I only could I’d forget you if I only could Plant me a garden in the clearin’ Winter, hunt me a buck Spend the rest of my time In peace with a lil’ luck Peace with a lil’ luck I’m goin’ up to the mountains Leave this town behind I’m goin’ up to the mountains Fix this worried mind Fix this worried mind I’m lookin’ for a satisfied mind
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I'm An Outlaw Now 04:39
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I’m An Outlaw Now (Nazel Pickens) When I was young I was rowdy son Burnin’ that candle at both its ends Runnin’ hot on fire and wine all the time Trouble was my only friend Now I’m stumblin’ on along’ Keepin’ quiet all my wrongs How I made it this far, I don’t know how All I know is I sure was a rebel way back then …..But I’m An Outlaw Now! Runnin’ fast with a cause Now I’m slippin’ in the shade Gotta keep changin’ my name For all them beds I done made Spent a lotta time chasin’ rhymes Thought I knew back then what I don’t know now All I know is I sure was a rebel way back then …..But I’m An Outlaw Now! On a path straight to hell I ride The Devil’s been my best friend But it’s dam hot in that fire, thought I’d retire But we’re together til the end Now I know the games we play, with our blood and souls we pay I’m just fine with this road that I plow All I know is I sure was a rebel way back then …..But I’m An Outlaw Now! When I was young I was rowdy son Burnin’ that candle at both its ends Runnin’ hot on fire and wine all the time Trouble was my only friend Now I’m stumblin’ on along’ Keepin’ quiet all my wrongs How I made it this far, I don’t know how All I know is I sure was a rebel way back then …..But I’m An Outlaw Now! Well, all I know is I sure was a rebel way back then …..But I’m An Outlaw Now!
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The Rake 04:32
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The Rake (Townes Van Zandt) Copyright Jtvz Music, Katie Belle Music, And Will Van Zandt Publishing Well I used to wake and run with the moon I lived like a rake and a young man I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds My laughter the devil would frighten The sun she would come and beat me back down But every cruel day had its nightfall I’d welcome the stars with wine and guitars Full of fire and forgetful My body was sharp my dark air clean And Outrage my joyful companion Whispering women how sweet did they seem Kneeling for me to command them And time was like water but I was the sea I wouldn’t have noticed it passing Except for the turning of night into day And the turning of day into cursing Well, you look at me know don’t think I don’t know What all of your eyes a a-sayin’ ‘Cause you want us to believe the ravings and lies They’re just tricks that his brain has been a-playin’ A lover of women he can’t hardly stand He trembles, he’s bent, and he’s broken I’ve fallen its true, but I say onto you Hold your tongues until after I’ve spoken I was taken my pride in the pleasures I’d known I laughed and said I’ll be forgiven But my laughter turned round eyes blazing and said Friend we’re holding a wedding I buried my face, but it spoke once again The night to the day we’re a-binding And now the dark air is like fire on my skin And even the moonlight is blinding And now the dark air is like fire on my skin And even the moonlight is blinding
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Blue Balls In Billtown 05:34
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Blue Balls In Billtown (Nazel Pickens) I believe, I believe I gotta dust my broom Got them Blue Balls In Billtown You lowdown rounders you can have my room Got them Blue Balls In Billtown My baby used to play that ol’ rusty trombone Take a ride on the Cleveland Steamer too Hauled my ashes, done ground my corn Stayed outta handcuffs for you Gon' get on the horn to ev’ry bar I know Got them Blue Balls In Billtown If she ain’t in Murphy, she’s in Medford I know Got them Blue Balls In Billtown Now its all just dolled-up flat tires Bank’s closed, done run outta cash I got a wet check and a wooden nickel, No-account half empty bottle of mash I know, I know I done you wrong Got them Blue Balls In Billtown But come on honey, can I come back home Got them Blue Balls In Billtown I Got them Blue Balls In Billtown Well, I believe, I believe I gotta dust my broom Got them Blue Balls In Billtown You lowdown rounders you can have my room Got them Blue Balls In Billtown I’ve eaten chocolate pizza and chili dogs Soggy biscuits, fine jelly roll Was a slicker than snot drugstore cowboy man Rip-roarin’ log-stacker down in ol’ Frisco Gon' get on the horn to ev’ry bar I know Got them Blue Balls In Billtown If ya ain’t in Murphy, you’re in Medford I know Got them Blue Balls In Billtown Was a huntin’ and peckin’ night owl Daisy-chainin’, barebackin’ tea-bagger too Lived on jerked meat and fine balone Join some giblets with fine stew I know baby I done you wrong Got them Blue Balls In Billtown But come on honey, can I come back home Got them Blue Balls In Billtown I Got them Blue Balls In Billtown Well, I believe, I believe I gotta dust my broom Got them Blue Balls In Billtown You lowdown rounders you can have my room Got them Blue Balls In Billtown I used to hit them balls right outta the park ‘Round them bases I once flew Was a pitcher and a catcher in the game Even tried switch-hittin’ too Gon' get on the horn to ev’ry bar I know Got them Blue Balls In Billtown You ain’t in Murphy, you’re in Medford I know Got them Blue Balls In Billtown Now, I’m as cold as a frog's wet behind Dark as inside a jersey cow Wanna bend some bloomers, give a green gown Put the devil right back into hell Now I know, I know I done you wrong Got them Blue Balls In Billtown But come on honey, can I come back home Got them Blue Balls In Billtown I Got them Blue Balls In Billtown I Got them Blue Balls In Billtown
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You And Whiskey 07:45
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You And Whiskey (Nazel Pickens) Whiskey’s always been a better friend than you Proof of love never needs to be renewed Hurts me sometimes, the pain don’t linger on I forget my troubles until the break of dawn Eases my mind, warms my body too Whiskey’s always been a better friend than you Don’t make me trade you for her This ain’t a game, baby that’s for sure Don’t ever make me have to choose Between you and whiskey baby, you lose Between you and whiskey baby, you lose Whiskey’s always been a better friend than you Her proof of love never needs to be renewed Smokey kisses seduce me, bring me back for more With a love so simple, distilled, and so pure Well, eases my mind, warms my body too Whiskey’s always been a better friend than you Don’t make me trade you for her This ain’t a game, baby that’s for sure Don’t ever make me have to choose Between you and whiskey baby, you lose Between you and whiskey baby, you lose Whiskey’s always been a better friend than you You can be so bitter and so cruel Expect too much, something I can’t be You want perfection, I can only be me In a pale world of ghosts, I need her amber hue Whiskey’s always been a better friend than you Don’t make me trade you for her This ain’t a game, baby that’s for sure Don’t ever make me have to choose Between you and whiskey baby, you lose Between you and whiskey baby, you lose
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Darlin' Corey 04:06
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Darlin’ Corey (Traditional) Wake up, wake up darlin’ Corey What makes you sleep so sound The revenue officers are comin’ Tare your still house down Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold damp ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darlin’ Corey down The first time I seen darlin’ Corey Sittin’ on the banks of the sea Forty-four wrapped ‘round her body Banjo on her knee Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold damp ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darlin’ Corey down Go away, go away darlin’ Corey Quit hangin’ ‘round my bed Your liquor has ruined my body Pretty women gone to my head Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold damp ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darlin’ Corey down Can’t ya hear that blue bird a-singin’ Can’t ya hear that mournful sound They’re preachin’ darlin’ Corey’s funeral Gonna lay her in that lonesome ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold damp ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darlin’ Corey down Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold damp ground Dig a hole, dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darlin’ Corey down Gonna lay darlin’ Corey down Gonna lay darlin’ Corey down
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Dirt In The Ground 04:52
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Dirt In The Ground (Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan) Copyright Jalma Music What does it matter, a dream of love Or a dream of lies We’re all gonna be in the same place When we die Your spirit don’t leave knowing Your face or your name And wind through you bones Is all that remains And we’re all gonna be We’re all gonna be Just dirt in the ground The quill from a buzzard The blood writes the word I want to know am I the sky Or a bird ‘Cause hell is boiling over And heaven is full We’re chained to the world And we’re all gonna pull And we’re all gonna be …Just dirt in the ground Now the killer was smiling With nerves made of stone He climbed the stairs And the gallows groaned And the people’s herts were pounding They were throbbing, they were red As he swung out over the crowd I heard the hangman said We’re all gonna be… Just dirt in the ground Now cain slew Abel He killed him with a stone The sky cracked open Ant the thunder groaned Along a river of flesh Can these dry bones live? Ask a king or a beggar And the answer they’ll give Is we’re all gonna be Yeah yeah We’re all gonna be just Dirt in the ground
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Don't Tread On Me 04:49
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Don’t Tread On Me (Nazel Pickens) Well, I don’t dial 911 I don’t pay taxes, I’ll keep my guns I make moonshine, and I been known to smoke a lil’ weed So leave me alone ‘cause I’m alright, I ain’t lookin’ for a fight And I’ll be just fine, If y’all just let me be Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me Livin’ wild and livin’ free I told you once, don’t make me tell you twice Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me I’m warnin’ you, don’t bother me Next time I might not be so nice Well, I ain’t left and I ain’t right I sure as hell ain’t afraid to fight To me gun control is a steady hand My hair it smells like black powder smoke I like me a good dead cop joke I’ll fight the law, but I’ll defend this land Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me Livin’ wild and livin’ free I told you once, don’t make me tell you twice Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me I’m warnin’ you, don’t bother me Next time I might not be so nice I love my mama, I eat red meat Look both ways ‘fore I cross the street But I’m gonna go anywhere I damn well please Never could walk that straight narrow line Never gonna give up my wine Never gonna live upon my knees Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me Livin’ wild and livin’ free I told you once, don’t make me tell you twice Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me I’m warnin’ you, don’t bother me Next time I might not be so nice Like a rattlesnake eatin’ up a mouse Got boobie-traps all ‘round my house Me and my friends don’t like seein’ you ‘round You think you big and we so small ‘Cause you think you own it all One day yer world’s gonna come on crashin’ down Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me Livin’ wild and livin’ free I told you once, don’t make me tell you twice Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me I’m warnin’ you, don’t bother me Next time I might not be so nice So, you can call me an outlaw, say I’m a rebel I’m just tryin’ to put some food on the table Ain’t tryin’ to be no modern day Robin Hood ‘Cause I don’t care ‘bout their big mess I ain’t never gonna pass their test And tryin’ to change me now wouldn’t do ya no good Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me Livin’ wild and livin’ free I told you once, don’t make me tell you twice Don’t Tread On Me, Don’t Tread On Me I’m warnin’ you, don’t bother me Next time I might not be so nice Yeah, next time I might not be so nice Well, next time I might not be so nice (So remember folks, be sure to write yer congessman, and tell’m to “F#@% Off!”)
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Ramblin' Man 05:19
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Ramblin’ Man (Hank Williams) Copyright Rightsong Music, Inc. O/B/O Hiriam Music I can settle down and be doing just fine ’Til I hear an old freight rollin’ down the line Then I hurry straight home and pack And if I didn’t go, I believe I’d blow my stack I love you baby, but you got to understand When the Lord mad me, he made a ramblin’ man Some folks might say that I’m no good That I wouldn’t settle down if I could But when that open road starts to calling me There’s something over that hill that I got to see Sometimes its hard, but you got to understand When the Lord mad me, he made a ramblin’ man I love to see the towns a-passing by And to ride these rails beneath God’s blue sky Let me travel this lands from the mountains to the sea ‘Cause the life I believe he meant for me And when I’m gone and at my grave you stand Just say God’s called home your ramblin’ man
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Closin' Down The Honky Tonks 06:46
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Closin’ Down The Honky Tonks (Nazel Pickens) They’re closin’ down the honky tonks Don’t play Hank no more Lefty felt just too left out He went on out that door They’re closin’ down the honky tonks Can’t find no juke box Nobody two-steps ‘round here The bars are made for jocks Well, I’m a refugee from suburbia The wilds of Jersey land Only get us cowboys there When Bon Jovi and the boss pretend Somewhere on down the line Gram kidnapped my soul Ol’ Merle he knocked me out I woke up on this road Now I’m feelin’ unwanted More dead than alive Gotta get back in the saddle On that ol’ steel horse and ride ‘Cause, they’re closin’ down the honky tonks Don’t play Hank no more Lefty felt just too left out He went on out that door It was a honky tonk angel Kissed me on the lips That sweet Loretta gal She made me shake my hips Musta been smoke and neon Made the mood just right My rough and rowdy friends Who come alive each night I sure don’t need no preacher man Guide me to right from wrong Just need a pedal steel George Jones singin’ my song ‘Cause they’re closin’ down the honky tonks Can’t find no juke box Nobody two-steps ‘round here All the bars are made for jocks Well, I never been to Texas Maybe once on a bus But I feel just like a pilgrim Wanderin’ that desert of dust And maybe in some other movie I punched cattle or drilled for crude Me, I like my pearl snap shirts Lookin’ like a dude Don’t tell me a phony It sure feels real to me A cosmic-anarchist-cowboy’s What I really wanna be ‘Cause they’re closin’ down the honky tonks Don’t play Hank no more Lefty felt just too left out He went on out that door They’re closin’ down the honky tonks Can’t find no juke box Nobody two-steps ‘round here All the bars are made for jocks But we’ll put on our finest shirts Pass the beer on ‘round Honky tonk it one more night ‘Fore they drive us underground So go on and tell mama Can’t take her advice ‘Cause growin’ up to be a cowboy You know it just feels real nice

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released April 6, 2018

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The Distilled-Spirit Rebellion Williams, Oregon

The Distilled-Spirit Rebellion:

Nazel Pickens - vocals, guitars

Mike O’Donnell - drums

Chris Raymoure - bass

Jimmy MacLeod - guitar, vocals

Fred Epping - pedal steel

John Stiemert - keys

Lob Strilla - banjo, fender rhodes, additional guitars ... more

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