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Small Town Bringdown
Words and music by Gord Sinclair

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Been to Reno
Drives an El Camino
Can you dig that style?

Hip canteen
You always make the scene
You're a crazy child

It's a sad thing (A sad thing)
Bourbons all around (Bourbons all around)
To stop that feeling when you're living
In a small town

You're long and lean (long and lean)
But things don't get you down (things don't get you down)
You're a top ten kingpin in the borders
Of your hometown

Can't get hip
You work the jobs I've quit
Don't ya dig that style?

Won't admit
You just don't give a shit
Cause your mind has gone wild

Can't live to die-too easy
Why stick around?
I want my life to please me
Not another small town home town bringdown (another small town home town bringdown)

This is it
You might as well get pissed
Can you dig that style? (Dig that style)

Make your trip
There 'aint that much to miss
When your mind has gone wild (gone wild)

Last American Exit
Words and Music by Gord Sinclair

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You know the reasons I can't conceal
You know I'm leaving you obviously know how I feel
It's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down (I'm down)

It's not a matter for wrong or right
It aint much better than drinkin and lookin to fight
You know I'm tired of crawling hind my name among the crowd (The crowd)

I'm on the last American exit to the Northland (Last American exit)
I'm on the last American exit to my homeland (Last American exit)
I'm on the last American exit to my last dance (Last American exit to my last dance)
They keep calling out my name-I shout it down. (Shout it down)

You've made them wonder and know for sure
You've made them hunger at night and then run for the door
You know you'll probably cry like Caesar's son when you're found (When you're found)

It's not your place it's another town
Let's face it baby, I'm up and then baby I'm down
You'll watch the border offer you fame and watch you drown (Watch you drown)

Know your neighbours and know they'll take us
Know my city it's just like theirs are
Hope I make it, I know I'm gonna make it somehow
Know your saviour he knows you shakers (know your saviour he knows you shakers)
Know my pitty I'll see you later (Know my pitty I'll see you later)
I'd like to stay but I know it doesn't matter somehow (I know it doesn't matter somehow)

They keep calling out my name (calling out my name)
They keep calling out my name (calling out my name)
They keep calling out my name (calling out my name)
I shout it down (shout it down)

Killing Time
Words by Gordon Downie
Music by Bobby Baker

I need your confidence
Need to know you're mine
When it gets right down
To the killing time
I know your heart is bad
But it's all I've ever had
We can live our lives
On this righteous crime

I got kicked when I was down
And a sailor took my girl to town
Then she licked my wounds
With the sea dog's salt
I drank a half a bottle of Jack
Swore I'd never take you back
By the bottles end
I was on that phone

What you call compromise
I don't understand
What you call compromise
I don't understand

How do you walk away?
How do you walk away?
How do you walk away from a woman
That gone and done you wrong?

Evelyn
Words and music by Gord Sinclair

Evelyn-Evelyn (Evelyn-Evelyn)
Where were you last night? (Where were you last night?)
Evelyn-Evelyn (Evelyn-Evelyn)
Where were you last night? (Where were you last night?)

Waited on your front porch till the break of day
But when dawn broke I could no longer wait for...

Must have phoned a million times no answer came
What kind of fool am I to play this game with... (play this game with)

This has gone on before
I can't take it no more
I'll even up the score and
Get away from... (Get away from)

If you must have your way you won't have me
But I can't be pushed around
I must get free from... (must get free from)

Where were you last night? (Where were you last night?)

Cemetery Sideroad
Words by Gordon Downie
Music by Gord Sinclair

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I had heart but I used to be older
I'm not like I used to be
Had you. But I guess it's all over
You talk but you're not like me

You talk and you talk like some weird saint
What do you think that we could taint?
When you're nothin I am and I'm somethin you aint.

Hold me, until the night makes colder (Hold me)
Tell me, how life's made you bad (Tell me)
Kick me when I choke and I smolder (Kick me)
When I'm not what you had

I'm looking for a cemetery sideroad (cemetery sideroad)
I'm screaming like a lighthouse lamp (screaming like a lighthouse lamp)
I'm chasing after what I think that I'm owed
Like a French Foreign Legion Tramp

You swim in an ocean that's storming (You swim)
You eat when the wolves all do (You eat)
You ache like a mother in mourning (You ache)
When you're left alone with you

I'm a Werewolf Baby
Words by Gordon Downie
Music by Bobby Baker, Johnny Fay, Gord Sinclair

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The moon goes up, I start to sweat
Call the doctor, call the vet
My brain goes numb, my blood gets hot
All I need is what you got

I'm a werewolf baby and here I come (I'm a werewolf baby)
I'm a werewolf baby and here I come (I'm a werewolf baby)

I lose control. I just can't stop.
You look so good, like a big pork chop
Ripped my pants, ripped my shirt
I'm gonna eat your mother for desert

I can smell your blood, I can hear you breathe
I'm gonna eat your heart right off your sleeve
Eat you cooked, eat you raw
I'm gonna rip you up like a big chainsaw

Highway Girl
Words by Gordon Downie
Music by Bobby Baker

I'm going down to see my highway girl
She just got back from around the world
I'm gonna get me a gun, I'm gonna stand on guard
In a little white booth in her front yard

Throwing rocks at her window what could she do
If I throw enough rocks one might break through
Well she looked out her window when the police came
To see a big tin man dancing in the rain

Oh my little highway girl (Yeah, my little highway girl)
Oh my little highway girl (Yeah, my little highway girl)

She said don't ya think babe you push a bit too fast?
I said slowing down don't make it last
And a memory's not gonna set you free
Go out and see that world and bring it home to me

Oh my little highway girl (Oh yeah, my little highway girl)
Oh my little highway girl (Oh yeah, my little highway girl)
Oh my little highway girl (Oh yeah, my little highway girl)
Oh my little highway girl (Oh yeah, my little highway girl)

All Canadian Surf Club
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Well there's a rockin' little spot next to the Regent Theatre
And if you wanna make the scene you'll make it sooner or later
You're really hanging with the crowd you know the ins and the outs there

All Canadian Surf Club denim jackets and long hair

Well we're rocking to the beach watch the waves as they roll there
I meant I really dig you baby make me wild with your blonde hair
Yeah, when your dancin' next to me I want to roll and die there
I'll be designing my buggy while I'm thinking about next year

Walk across the sand
With another friend
My love depends
When summer ends

You really abuse and use the beach cause there's things that you need there
I got my guitar, Cadillac, chick and twenty four cold beers
Yeah, when your dancin' next to me I want to roll and die there

All Canadian Surf Club denim jackets and long hair

Walk across the sand
With another friend
My heart depends
When summer ends

Denim jackets and long hair
I want to roll and die there
Make me wild with your blonde hair





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