2014 - Red Dog Saloon

by Bob Who and The Little Criminals

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Peach Pie Café 01/08/12 - FtLd I was thinking I was drinking Just a bit too much tonight So I was wondering if you might Be so kind to give me a ride Down to your peach pie café For a slice of your pie Ah your peaches are so plentiful They’re rolling all the time I can see them from out front Yeah I can see them from behind So won’t you please take me down To your peach pie café For a slice of your pie Your peaches are so juicy Oh and in so many ways That if I do not take a bite I’ll surely go crazy Yeah they’re tasty from the bottom Oh they’re tasty from the top So get your peaches out of here Or baby I won’t stop So wiggle and a wobble Swing them and a sway Then wash them off so gently And bake them right away And take me down to your peach pie café For a slice of your pie So I was thinking I was drinking Just a bit too much today So I was wondering if you might Wanna give me some of yours away Down at your peach pie café For a slice of your pie verse: 34.46.57 34.46.55 25.36.45 28.36.47 34.46.57 - 44.56.67 34.46.57 - 47.56.67 bridge: 28.36.47 25.36.45 34.46.57 34.46.55 28.36.47 25.36.45 44.56.67 47.56.67 end: 17.27.37.47.57.60 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Saturday Night Shuffle 01/13/11 - FtLd Shine yo shoes and look yo best Gonna take yo baby out in a red red dress I said hey, what can I say Cruzin up and down the boulevard Lookin for a place, it’s so so hard I said hey, what can I say You work all week and save yo dough Savin it up for the big show It’s all happenin Saturday night And if it ain’t fun then we can fight I said hey, what can I say Park yo car and see you later We’ll be makin out in the back o the theater I said hey, what can I say Promise you will and promise you won’t Promise what you need to get what you want I said hey, what can I say You been savin yo cash and savin a load If you don’t blow both then you’ll explode It ain’t right and it ain’t wrong It’s just the thing that’s goin on I said hey, what can I say Move over buddy yo hoggin the road I run you over if you don’t go I said hey, what can I say My baby lookin good, my baby got it bad My baby said baby yo gonna be glad I said hey, what can I say Park in the dark and park in the back Then do it like you do it like an acrobat Swing em high and swing em low Swing em every which way they will go I said hey, what can I say So shine yo shoes and look yo best Gonna take yo baby out in a red red dress I said hey, what can I say Cruzin up and down the boulevard Lookin for a place, it’s so so hard I said hey, what can I say And before you know it it’s all over Go on home, take a cold shower If yo baby done left you high and dry You still got two friends by yo side I said hey, what can I say I said hey, what can I say I said hey intro: 14.23.34 - 25.34.43.55 - 37.46.57 verse: Emb5 - bar8+47 37.46.57 - Emb5 (2x) chorus: Amf5 - Emb5 - bar5+44 bar8+47 - 37.46.57 - Emb5 end: Emb5 (2x) - bar8+47 - 37.46.57 14.23.34 - 25.34.43.55 - 37.46.57 - Emb5 copyright 2011 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Red Dog Saloon 02/26/12 - FtLd I was sitting there thinking When a thought came in my head Said boy you ain’t had a drink In over seven days So get yourself down to the Red Dog Saloon Now I cursed myself for thinking Everything would be okay Cause I’d been down there before And god you know I ran away From a debt I did not pay down at the Red Dog Saloon Cause the lights are always flashing And the minute you walk in Someone’s sticking you with whiskey While they’re pouring you bourbon Fast as they can down at the Red Dog Saloon But my brain don’t get excited When there’s danger at the door Cause if I got excited Might spill my drink right on the floor And I ain’t wasting none of it down at the Red Dog Saloon So jesus christ and mary Watched me walk on right on in And the holy ghost stood aghast As I drank double shots of gin Fast as I could down at the Red Dog Saloon And my head it was a spinning Like moses going down the drain When someone said hey man you look like You been here for more than forty days And I knew that I was in trouble down at the Red Dog Saloon But I just kept on drinking With my left hand and my right Til someone said hey buddy You looking for a fight And that’s when it got interesting down at the Red Dog Saloon So I punched him in the face And he fell down on the floor But then he kicked me in the balls And I wasn’t standing anymore As we hollered punched and swore down at the Red Dog Saloon But we got back to our feet And you know the fight it just got wilder I broke a chair over his head Then he set my hair on fire And I swore I’d die down at the Red Dog Saloon And just when we thought There was nothing worse that we could do The police came on on in and said What you doing there you two And they took us off to jail from the Red Dog Saloon So we sat handcuffed in that cop car And as it slowly pulled away The other fella he just turned to me And this is all he said: He said... uhh... you are gonna pay me back That five bucks you owe me one of these days... Aren’t you? And I said... yeah... sure... one of these days. Down at the... down at the Red Dog Saloon chords: 17.36.45.57 - 38.47.59 28.49.57 - 210.39.410 28.49.57 - 38.47.59 17.36.45.57 - 38.47.59 end: 28.49.57 - 38.47.59 28.49.57 - 38.59.67 28.49.57 - 38.59.67 28.49.57 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Poor Boy Blues 08/18/12 - FtLd Went to work on Monday Some one sitting in my chair Bossman says you been fired Yeah you no longer work here So I just turned around And left there without a care What’s a poor boy to do (2x) Went down to the Grailey Just to have a drink or two But my wallet it was empty Bossman never did pay good So I sat there at the bar Drinking water through a straw What’s a poor boy to do (2x) Got home to find my roommates Sitting round getting high They said why ain’t you out working So I told a little lie I said work is overrated And life’s too short to wonder why What’s a poor boy to do (2x) Mary said you do not look good Here this brownie it’s for you It’ll take away your troubles Make a new man out of you So she stuck it in my mouth But god damn I could not chew What’s a poor boy to do (2x) So I’m sitting in my bedroom Wondering where to go from here Life you know it ain’t been easy And it ain’t getting easier So I’ll just lay here in my bed Til I think of something new What’s a poor boy to do (2x) chords: 25.46-57 - 25.37.46.57 - 37.46.57 (2x) 36.47.57 - 210.39.47 25.46-57 - 25.37.46.57 - 37.46.57 Ef7 (B) 213.312.410 - 212.311.49 - 210.39.47 25.46-57 - 25.37.46.57 - 37.46.57 (2x) Ef7 (B) - 210.39.47 25.46-57 - 25.37.46.57 - 37.46.57 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Howl 04:20
Howl 03/17/12 - FtLd Pull into another town They all start to look the same Pull out without sticking round Cause it’s time to start again And the long lonely nite Is calling out your name And the long lonely road Is driving you insane Follow the same old signs You end where you began Keep looking for where you are You’ll never find where you’re heading And the long lonely nite.... Just like a lullaby Broken white lines never end And just like faded lie Darkness gives way to the day And the long lonely nite.... So pull into another town They all start to look the same Pull out like a shadow ghost Cause it’s time to howl again And the long lonely nite.... And the long.... And the long.... verse: 34.55 - 33.54 - 32.53 - 31.52 (2x) chorus: 37.46.57 - 35.47.57 39.47.57 - 37.46.57 (2x) inter: 313.413.511 - 312.412.510 311.410.512 - 39.49.511 313.413.511 - 312.412.510 212.311.410 - 37.46.57 end: 37.46.57 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Marchin Band 12/23/10 - FtLd Marchin band Marchin cross the land Marchin band Makin music where they can They’re swingin and a swayin Makin everybody dancin In the stands I wanna be there when they play that tune And a make a me swoon Under the silver moon Marchin band Marchin band Won’t you play my favorite song Marchin band Wont’ you play it all nite long Make me shiver, make me moan I wanna hear that tuba groan Marchin band You know I don’t need to sing no blues When I got you struttin two by two Marchin band Marchin band Rollin from town to town Marchin band You burn the house on down With your shimmer and your sheen You know you make me wanna scream Marchin band Bang those drums and blow those horns You gonna shake me Right down to my bones Marchin band Marchin band Don’t need no concert hall Marchin band Just need an open road Get your uniform And keep that music movin on Marchin band You march all day, you march all nite You’re marchin is so outta sight Marchin band First the left foot then the right You make me wanna sing all nite Marchin band (3-4x) chords: 25.46.57 - 23.42 - 25.46.57 32.44.54 - 45.54.65 - 47.56.67 copyright 2010 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.
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Safe Quarters 08/06/11 - FtLd Take me down To the river Lay me down In it’s waters Show me everything I’ve never known Let me drift In safe quarters But I can’t do this One more time I’ve lost too much To lose my mind Everything swims Around me Control is always A fine line But how can you tell me When the light has changed When you’re blinded By the timing And I can’t do this One more time I’ve lost too much To lose my mind There’s nothing here That sparkles and shines Only broken glass Kept in shoe boxes And if I could find A reason I would join The slaughter But I can’t do this One more time I’ve lost too much To lose my mind So take me down To the river Lay me down In it’s waters Show me everything I never found Let me drift In safe quarters But I can’t do this One more time I’ve lost too much To lose my mind I’ve lost too much To lose my mind intro/inter: A7f3 (C7) - 34.42.53 33.52 - 34.42.54 A7f3 (C7) - 34.42.53 33.52 - A7 A7f3 (C7) - 34.42.53 33.52 - 45.54.65 A7f3 (C7) - 33.52 A7+23 - A7 verse: A7f3 (C7) - 34.42.53 33.52 - 34.42.54 A7f3 (C7) - 33.52 A7+23 - A7 A7f3 (C7) - 34.42.53 33.52 - 45.54.65 A7f3 (C7) - 33.52 A7+23 - A7 chorus: Am7 - Amf2 (Bm) A7f3 (C7) - 33.42.53 Am7 - C Glong (17.55.63) - 47.56.67 end: Am7 - C Glong (17.55.63) - 33.52 Am7 - C - Glong (17.55.63) Am7 - Amf2 (Bm) A7F3 (C7) Emlong (28.49.57) copyright 2011 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

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Bob Who and The Little Criminals tracks recorded from 2007 through 2017. In addition to final engineering, mixing and mastering, Bob Who (Robert Ben Mitchell) wrote all these songs, and provided vocals and rhythm guitar on all of the tracks. The Little Criminals, an assortment of musicians for hire, provided all other instrumentation.


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