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BAJA CHARLEYTOWN
Written by Michael L.Dado

SAID I LIVE OUT IN BAJA CHARLEYTOWN OFF THE 7 DEVILS HIGHWAY
AND THE HUCKLEBERRY THICKETS AND THE HIMALAYA TANGLES
DO THEIR BEST TO KEEP THE TOURISTS AWAY
GOT AN ’89 NOVA DON’T NEVER NEED TIRES
‘CAUSE THE CINDER BLOCKS ARE WORKIN’ JUST FINE
BUT IF YOU’RE LOOKIN’ FOR TROUBLE OR A BIG BLUE TOILET
YOU CAN COME ON OUT AND HELP YOURSELF TO MINE

TAKE THE SECOND GRAVEL DRIVE ON THE CANYON SIDE
PAST THE MATTRESS BY THE WASHING MACHINE
MIND THE HOLE AT THE END OF THE RAIL CAR BRIDGE
WHERE JUNIOR TORE HIS TIRE OFF CLEAN
THERE’S A 40-INCH MAPLE WITH A “KEEP OUT” SIGN
TEAR THE MIRROR RIGHT OFF’A YOUR CAR
AND IF YOU SEE THREE COON HOUNDS CHAINED TO THE PORCH
YA GONE TOO FAR

YOU KNOW MY LITTLE SISTER TRUDY’S GOT THIS BOYFRIEND CARLYLE
HE’S A BRUSH PICKER LIKE ME
AND HIM AND ME SPEND OUR DAYS UP ON WEAVER RIDGE
TERRORIZIN’ GOV’MIT TREES
‘TWEEN THE SALAL, HUCK BRUSH AND RED CEDAR BOUGHS
IT‘LL TIDE US OVER ’TIL THE ‘SHROOMIN’ COME FALL
BUT IF YOU’RE HEADIN’ OUT TO PARTY
BRING A COOLER FULL OF KEYSTONE
OR DONTCHA BOTHER COMIN’ OUT AT ALL

NOW WE DON’T SUFFER STRANGERS
WITH THEIR BIG CITY ATTITUDES COMIN’ DOWN OUTTA COOS BAY
‘BOUT AS WELCOME AS A DEER TICK NESTED IN YOUR ARMPIT
BRINGIN’ ON THE MISERY ON A BLISTERED AUGUST DAY
WE KNOW YOU DON’T LIKE US AND YOU’D RATHER BE WITHOUT US
I’M 5TH GENERATION IT’S TRUE
SO JUST LOOK THE OTHER WAY AND YOU’LL LIVE ANOTHER DAY
IF YER FEELIN’ FROGGY THIS HERE’S WHATCHA DO
2017 - Michael L. Dado

WHERE WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT
Written by Kenny Croes

MY LITTLE GAL AND I, WE DON’T GET ALONG
SWEAR SHE’S ALWAYS LOOKIN’ FOR A FIGHT
SO I’M WALKIN’ OUT THE DOOR
SHE DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE
WHERE OH WHERE WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT

WELL, I’M A GUITAR PICKER RAMBLIN’ DOWN THE ROAD
LOVE TO PLAY THE FIDDLE HIGH AND TIGHT
BUT MY CHEVY’S BROKEN DOWN
ON THE EDGE OF TOWN
WHERE OH WHERE WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT

I JUST NEED A BED TO LAY MY WEARY HEAD
I CAN SNOOZE ANYWHERE YOU LIKE
SOMEWHERE IN THE DARK, A BENCH IN THE PARK
WHERE OH WHERE WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT

I CAN SCRATCH A MEAL OR A SMOKE ALONG THE TRAIL
SINGIN’ FOR MY SUPPER’S ONLY RIGHT
BUT WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN
IF I’M STILL AROUND
WHERE OH WHERE WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT

MAGGIE IS A CUTIE AND SARAH IS SO SWEET
AND MARABELL ALWAYS TREATS ME RIGHT
BETTY LIKES TO BABY TALK
FLORA WIGGLES WHEN SHE WALKS
WHERE OH WHERE WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT
2017 - Kenny Croes

 

GYPSY GAL
Written by Kenny Croes

THAT GAL COULD PLAY THE TAMBOURINE
SHE’D SLAP ‘N’ SHAKE, SHE’D MAKE IT RING
I WATCHED HER DANCE, I HEARD HER SING
THAT GYPSY GAL WITH THE TAMBOURINE

HER PAINTED WAGON CAME TO TOWN
AND SHE PUT ON A SHOW
BELLY DANCIN’ ‘CROSS THE STAGE
HOW WAS I TO KNOW
SHE’LL PICK YER POCKETS, STEAL YER CASH
SO SLICK IT’S AN ART
THAT BLACK-EYED BEAUTY STOLE MY WALLET
THEN SHE STOLE MY HEART

THE COUNTY SHERIFF CHASED HER DOWN
BUT SHE GAVE HIM THE SLIP
HE WONDERED WHY I FELL IN LOVE
IT MUSTA BEEN HER HIPS
THE WAY SHE’D MOVE ‘EM SIDE TO SIDE
LIKE I’D NEVER SEEN
SHE LEFT ME WITH A BROKEN HEART
AND THIS OLD TAMBOURINE

THERE’S A MORAL TO THIS TALE
EVERY BOY SHOULD KNOW
DON’T FALL FOR EVERY PURTY GAL
WHO DOES A GIRLIE SHOW
IT AIN’T A MATTER WHAT YA SEE
IT MATTERS WHAT YA DON’T
SOME GIRLS LIKE TO SHOW IT ALL
PICK A GAL WHO WON’T

2017 - Kenny Croes

 

PATH TO THE RIVER
Written by Shasta Ray

THERE’S A PATH THAT LEADS TO THE RIVER
AND IT STARTS BEHIND OUR HOME
YOU CAN SEE IT FROM OUR KITCHEN WINDOW
AT THE EDGE OF THE FIELD
THROUGH THE TREES

YOU CAN FIND QUIET MOMENTS
AS YOU WALK DOWN THAT TRAIL
YOU CAN HEAR THE PINE TREES WHISPER
WE’RE GLAD, WE’RE GLAD YOU’RE HERE

I’VE SPENT HOURS WALKIN’ BY THE RIVER
WITH MY TRUE LOVE HAND IN HAND
WITH OUR HEARTS AS PEACEFUL AS THE MEADOW
AND OUR SOULS AS FREE AS THE WIND
2017 - Shasta Ray

Lyrics to the songs on Caught Red Handed's debut CD "Bustin' Out"

 

KALISPELL TONIGHT
Written by Michael L. Dado (Explicit)

LEAVIN’ ON A TUESDAY MORNIN’ REALLY AIN’T MY STYLE
BUT I NEED TO SEE SOME DIFFERENT ASPHALT
NEED TO STACK SOME MILES
GONNA STEER CLEAR OF THE FREEWAY
KEEP TO TWISTIN’ RIVER ROADS
AND I CAN’T SAY WHERE YOU’LL FIND ME IN THE MORNIN’

SEEMS THE PILE KEEPS GETTIN’ BIGGER
EVERY MORNIN’ AT MY DOOR
WHO WILL NEED ME, WHO WILL FEED ME
NOW THAT I TURNED 64
BURNIN’ BOTH ENDS OF THE CANDLE
NEVER MADE MUCH SENSE TO ME
WHY DID I SEEM SO MUCH SMARTER BACK WHEN I WAS 63

AND I’M EASING THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS OF MONTANA
BEST GIRL AND MY BEST FRIEND BY MY SIDE
AND I’M LETTIN’ GO OF SHIT I KNOW
THAT I DON’T NEED TO CARRY
I’L SLEEP WELL IN KALISPELL TONIGHT

WEEKS GO FLYIN’ BY LIKE DAYS,
REMINDS ME IN SO MANY WAYS
EACH ONE OF US HAS OUR OWN FINISH LINE
AND ON THAT DAY THAT IT APPEARS, WE WAIL AND MOAN
AND SHED SOME TEARS
BUT BABY YOU GOT YOURS AND I GOT MINE

SO I THINK I’LL JUST TAKE SOME TIME
TO CELEBRATE WHAT I CALL MINE
APPRECIATE HOW FORTUNATE I AM
A TAKIN’ IN THE SCENERY
THE BIG SKY, RIVERS, ROCKS AND TREES
A SPENDIN’ WHAT I’VE LEFT THE BEST I CAN
2017 - Michael L. Dado

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LIVIN’ TO DIE TOO YOUNG
Written by Kenny Croes

SHE RAN LIKE THE WILD WIND, NO TIME TO REST
HER HEART POUNDIN’ LIKE A HAMMER DEEP IN HER CHEST
AND THE RAIN BEGAN TO FALL INTO HER EYES
OR ARE THEY TEARS FROM A SILENT LAST GOOD BYE
SHE KNOWS HE CAN FOLLOW, FIND HER IF HE LOVES HER STILL
SOMEWHERE THERE’S A SECRET HOPE SOMEDAY HE WILL
BUT NOW SHE’S IN THE FURY OF A GETAWAY
SHE’LL TRY TO LOSE HIS LOVE SOMEWHERE IN THE FRAY
HE’S LIVIN’ TO DIE TOO YOUNG

HE RUNS WITH A CROWD LIVIN’ TO DIE TOO YOUNG
FAST AND HARD, SHE KNOWS THE CRASH WILL COME
BUT OH, HE’S SO TENDER IN THE NIGHT
HOW CAN LOVE BE WRONG WHEN IT FEELS SO RIGHT
SO WHILE HE’S SLEEPING SHE SLIPS OUT THE DOOR
LEAVES BEHIND THE COLORS SHE ONCE WORE
AND WHILE SHE TRIES TO FLEE FROM A BROKEN HEART
WILL HE WONDER WHY IT FELL APART
HE’S LIVIN’ TO DIE TOO YOUNG

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, HE GETS UP OUTTA BED
HE HEARD THE LAST WORD SHE NEVER SAID
AND IN A QUIET DREAM HE HEARD HER GO
HE’S GONNA LET HER RUN BECAUSE HE KNOWS
HE’S LIVIN’ TO DIE TOO YOUNG
2017 - Kenny Croes

DANGEROUS WOMEN
Written by Michael L.Dado

GUITARS, GUNS AND DANGEROUS WOMEN
HAVE ALWAYS FELT GOOD IN MY HANDS
CAN’T SAY I EVER KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH ‘EM
BUT THAT NEVER STOPPED ME FROM TAKIN’ THAT CHANCE
I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER GET CAUGHT
THINGS WOULD ALWAYS TURN OUT LIKE I PLANNED
GUITARS, GUNS AND DANGEROUS WOMEN
HAVE ALWAYS FELT GOOD IN MY HANDS

GUITARS, GUNS AND DIFFICULT WOMEN
I GUESS I’VE HAD MORE THAN MY SHARE
BUT BLUE HANDLED KIMBERS AND BLONDE TELECASTERS
NEVER LOCKED ME OUTSIDE IN MY UNDERWEAR
I USED TO TAKE CHANCES ON LATE NIGHT ROMANCES
ENTERTAINING CLANDESTINE AFFAIRS
GUITARS, GUNS AND DIFFICULT WOMEN
I GUESS I’VE HAD MORE THAN MY SHARE

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY
THEY COME TO ME EACH NIGHT AND EVERY DAY
GOT IT BAD, GOT IT ROUGH
AND AFTER ALL I BEEN THROUGH
YOU’D A THOUGHT I’D HAD ENOUGH

GUITARS, GUNS AND SLIGHTLY DERANGED WOMEN
I KNOW I SHOULD LEAVE ‘EM ALONE
LIKE AN OLD WANTED POSTER KEEPS DRAWING ME CLOSER
WHEN COMMON SENSE TELLS ME SHE’S BAD TO THE BONE
IF I ONLY LIVE THROUGH IT, I SWEAR I WILL DO IT
MY HAND ON A BIBLE OF STONE
GUITARS, GUNS AND SLIGHTLY DERANGED WOMEN
I SWEAR LORD I’LL LEAVE ‘EM ALONE
2017 - Michael L. Dado

 

 

 

 

 

 

CUT ME LOOSE
Written by Kenny Croes

WHERE’D YOU HIDE MY MONEY, TELL ME WHERE’S IT STASHED
I CAN’T GO OUT DRINKIN’ WITHOUT A WAD A CASH
IT AIN’T IN THE COOKIE JAR OR IN MY OTHER SUIT
I JUST GOT TO GET AWAY, HONEY CUT ME LOOSE

I CAN’T FIND MY PIGGY BANK OR MY CREDIT CARDS
I CHECKED OUT IN THE TOOL SHED, I DUG HOLES IN THE YARD
RUMMAGED THROUGH YOUR UNDERWEAR, WHAT’S A MAN TO DO
I JUST GOT TO GET AWAY, HONEY CUT ME LOOSE

I’M LOOKIN’ FOR MY COWBOY BOOTS, THE ONE’S I WEAR TO TOWN
AND ALL MY GIRLIE MAGAZINES ARE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND
AND I CAN’T CHEW MY KODIAK IF I CAN’T FIND THE POUCH
I EVEN CHECKED THE TOILET TANK, THE CUSHIONS IN THE COUCH

HONEY CUT ME LOOSE, I’M PLAYIN’ POKER WITH THE BOYS
WE’RE RAISIN’ HELL ALL OVER TOWN, PLAN TO MAKE SOME NOISE
GOTTA HAVE SOME COIN TO BUY CIGARETTES AND BOOZE
TELL ME WHERE YOU HID MY STUFF, HONEY CUT ME LOOSE

THINK YOU HID MY CAR KEYS IN A SECRET PLACE
TURNED THE HOUSE UPSIDE DOWN, STILL THERE AIN’T A TRACE
I’D BE FINE WITH WALKIN’ OUT, BUT YOU HID MY SHOES
I JUST GOT TO GET AWAY, HONEY CUT ME LOOSE
2017 - Kenny Croes

A LONG WAY TO THE MOON
Written by Kenny Croes

I’LL GET ME A CUP AND I’LL DRINK FROM THE WATERS
I WILL FILL MY CANTEEN, TOO
‘CAUSE I GOT ME A LONG LONESOME JOURNEY BEFORE ME
IT’S A LONG, LONG WAY TO THE MOON

THERE’S A GIRL SO FINE DOWN A RAILROAD LINE
OVER MILES AND MILES
SO I’LL TAKE A TRAIN ALL THE WAY TO MAINE
JUST TO SEE HER PRETTY SMILE
SHE WAITS FOR ME ACROSS THE SEA
I CAN RAISE A SAIL ON A WINDY DAY
I WILL SAIL AWAY AND I’LL LIVE TO TELL THE TALE

WHEN I SEE YOU THERE, I WILL WONDER WHERE
THE NIGHT TRAIN GOES
WHEN IT LEAVES THE TRACK, IS IT CIRCLIN’ BACK
TO PICK UP ALL THE FOOLS WE KNOW
2017 - Kenny Croes

OLD BLUE
Written by Michael L. Dado

MY OLD MAN HAD A BLUE TICK HOUND
SLEPT ON THE PORCH ’TIL THE SUN WENT DOWN
ALL NIGHT LONG YOU COULD LISTEN TO HER BAY
NEVER COMIN’ BACK ’TIL THE BREAK OF DAY

OLD BLUE, SINGIN’ IN THE MOONLIGHT
OLD BLUE, LISTEN TO HER CRY
OLD BLUE, RUNNIN’ OUT YONDER,
LOVE THAT HOUND ’TIL THE DAY I DIE

HAD ME A GAL WITH HAIR OF GOLD
NEVER DID NOTHIN’ LIKE SHE WAS TOLD
BLINK MY EYE, SHE’D HEAD FOR TOWN
SHE RUN OFF WITH THAT BLUE TICK HOUND

THEY BEEN GONE SINCE WAY LAST MAY
AIN’T HEARD A WORD SINCE SHE LEFT THAT DAY
IF SHE COME HOME WE COULD BUTCHER US A HOG
I THINK ABOUT HER SOME, BUT I MISS THAT DOG

OLD BLUE, SINGIN’ IN THE MOONLIGHT
OLD BLUE, LISTEN TO HER MOAN
OLD BLUE, RUNNIN’ OUT YONDER,
DAMN YA GIRL, WON’T YOU COME ON HOME
2017 - Michael L. Dado

OLD PATCH
Written by Michael L.Dado

I WAS HEADED BACK DOWN MOON CRICK, TRYIN’ HARD TO BEAT THE DARK
WHEN A FIGURE IN THE SHADOWS CAUSED MY OLE BLUE DOG TO BARK
HIS WORN AND BATTERED STETSON WAS PULLED DOWN TIGHT TO HIS HEAD
WAS HIS GOLDEN EYES A BURNIN’ BRIGHT
THAT FILLED MY HEART WITH DREAD

SO WHAT’S YOUR HURRY SON, YOU KNOW IT SEEMS I’VE GONE ASTRAY
I CAN SEE YOU’RE LOCAL TALENT, COULD YOU HELP ME FIND MY WAY
THIS PATH IS MUDDY, TWISTED, DARK AND STRUNG WITH BRAMBLE THORNS
WON’T YOU HELP THIS WAYWARD PILGRIM
FINDING SHELTER FROM THE STORM

WON’T YOU GIVE MY BEST TO MARY IF YOU GOT HER ON THE PHONE
AND WITH ALL THE STUFF THAT’S GOIN’ DOWN
YOU’D BEST LEAVE GOD ALONE
WHEN YOU SAY YOUR PRAYERS TO JESUS IN THAT CHAPEL BY THE SEA
IF YOU GOT THE INCLINATION SON, JUST ADD A WORD FOR ME

I MOTIONED HIM TO FOLLOW AS I HURRIED DOWN THAT TRAIL
HIGH STEPPIN’ THROUGH THE TWILIGHT LIKE “OLD PATCH” WAS ON MY TAIL
AND AS I REACHED THE MEADOW AND COULD SEE MY CABIN LIGHTS
I HEARD HIM CALLIN’ OUT TO ME FROM SOMEWHERE IN THE NIGHT
2017 - Michael L. Dado