Biography:
From the village of Makanda in extreme southern Illinois, in a little hollow called Vulture Valley, comes a "caustic acoustic cacophony" known as the Woodbox Gang. They have skillfully combined the American roots music styles of bluegrass, delta blues, folk, and traditional country with the aggressive delivery of punk rock to create their own style of music to which they have given the name "Trashcan Americana". The band is very interested in experimenting
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Other songs:
- 160 Years For My Crimes
- 665
- All Trouble Head
- Almost Enough
- Annie Dhydde
- Bad Men
- Bad Veins
- Better Place To Die
- Big Bang Yin Yang
- Black Yodel No 7
- Born With A Tail
- Butterfly
- Checkpoint Charlie
- Cheer Up The Devil
- Color Of Freedom
- Confidence Man
- Days Of Grunge
- Death Is Coming
- Devil Blues
- Dirty Sponge
- Dot Com Machine
- Drifters Ghost
- Drunk And Insane I Die Tonight
- Drunk As Dragons
- Drunk On Sunday
- Dusty Dozer And Grandpa
- Eat Drink And Be Dead
- Everybody But Me
- Family Night
- Farmers Tanblack Sedan
- Fiddlin With The Line
- First Rate Smokes
- Games Of Chance
- Gingerbread Man
- God Box Wagon
- God Fearin Woman
- Hard To Dig A Hole
- I Roll My Own
- If I Had My Druthers
- Im A Rolling Machine
- Italian Plumber Lawsuit
- Its A Beautiful World
- Let Em Break Your Bones
- Mow The Old Womans Yard
- Naked And Screaming And Covered In Blood
- Never Kissed A Girl
- Oh Woman
- On A Red Midnight
- One That Got Away
- Poor Jesus
- Sardine
- Savage Weiner Dogs
- Scarecrow
- Shadow Of Tom
- Showdown
- Sinners Love
- Skyclac
- Snake In The Grass
- Squirm Squirm Squirm
- Storm Blowing Slowly
- Strange Desert 1947
- The Devil Can Tell
- The Devils Train
- The Good Ole Days Of Grunge
- The Hanging Of Charlie Birger
- The Muse
- The Optimist
- The Panther Song
- The Termite Song
- They Came In Black
- Togey Water
- Tough Guy Blues
- Two Dollar Ticket
- Vampire Suicide
- Wrap It Up
- Wrong Side Of Town
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Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Trashcan Americana
I Roll My Own No. 2 (I'm a Rolling Machine)
VERSE 1
C G C G
I met a camel his name was Joe
C G Em C D G
He asked for a cigarette knowing full well that I roll my own
C G C G
I said "I like drum but I can't get it no more"
C G Em C D G
Joe said "You don't have to tell me about the politics I know the score"
C G C G
Joe said "I used to be somebody then they took it away
C G Em C D G
They said I was a killer but I swear I was framed"
C G C G
And Joe said "By the way how bout that smoke?
C G Em C D
I've been sucking on everybody else's old butts and I'm ready to choke"
Chorus
C G C G
The tobacco is low and the filters are gone
C G Em C D G
And the papers are Wrigley's Spearmint wrappers straight from the floor
Em C D
I don't need no one nobody needs me
G Em C D
I'm a musician and I work for free
G Em C D
I don't have a diploma I don't have a degree
G Em C D
But I got some Bugler and a rolling machine
VERSE 2
I tipped my hat to Joe and Joe tipped his ash
And as he walked away I saw RJ branded right on his ass
I hang out at the bus stops and the all night diners
And the winding railroad tracks arguing with interior designers
'Cause that's what real men do that's where real men go
Especially when real men are running low on tobacco
VERSE 3
I drink malt liquor and I eat toasted cheese
I float on the credit cards that introduce me to an introductory tease
But I'm going out on the road 'cause the road is where you go
The road's where you go when you need something that rhymes with freeload
I don't have any reasons I'm running short on my rhymes
But it doesn't matter the world is gonna end New Years Eve 1999
Album: Trashcan Americana
I Roll My Own No. 2 (I'm a Rolling Machine)
VERSE 1
C G C G
I met a camel his name was Joe
C G Em C D G
He asked for a cigarette knowing full well that I roll my own
C G C G
I said "I like drum but I can't get it no more"
C G Em C D G
Joe said "You don't have to tell me about the politics I know the score"
C G C G
Joe said "I used to be somebody then they took it away
C G Em C D G
They said I was a killer but I swear I was framed"
C G C G
And Joe said "By the way how bout that smoke?
C G Em C D
I've been sucking on everybody else's old butts and I'm ready to choke"
Chorus
C G C G
The tobacco is low and the filters are gone
C G Em C D G
And the papers are Wrigley's Spearmint wrappers straight from the floor
Em C D
I don't need no one nobody needs me
G Em C D
I'm a musician and I work for free
G Em C D
I don't have a diploma I don't have a degree
G Em C D
But I got some Bugler and a rolling machine
VERSE 2
I tipped my hat to Joe and Joe tipped his ash
And as he walked away I saw RJ branded right on his ass
I hang out at the bus stops and the all night diners
And the winding railroad tracks arguing with interior designers
'Cause that's what real men do that's where real men go
Especially when real men are running low on tobacco
VERSE 3
I drink malt liquor and I eat toasted cheese
I float on the credit cards that introduce me to an introductory tease
But I'm going out on the road 'cause the road is where you go
The road's where you go when you need something that rhymes with freeload
I don't have any reasons I'm running short on my rhymes
But it doesn't matter the world is gonna end New Years Eve 1999
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