Hazy Shade of Gold

by Pine Street Ramblers

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released May 13, 2016

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Pine Street Ramblers Auburn, California

Hailing from the Sierra Nevada Foothills, Pine Street Ramblers are a string band performing American roots music. Their high energy sound is a refreshing take on the typical modern string-band; their live show is a raucous powerhouse that deftly showcases their songwriting prowess in the context of foot stompin' good times and remarkable collective instrumental chops. ... more

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Track Name: High Wind
Well you ain't gotta tell me
Bout' what I already know
No, you ain't got to tell me
About what I already know
"Bout how you got another man
But he don't love you , not like the way I can
And what your rich boy don't know...
Well your poor boy understands

There's a high wind blowin' on the mountain
It's shaking and trembling through the pines
Well you aught to take the shelter of my cabin lil' girl
Cause it's going to be raining outside

I beg you girl, don' marry that railroad man
Yes I beg you girl, don't you marry that railroad man
Cause he'll leave you with your heart all broke and worn
And just wearing all them gingham rags all torn
And it ain't no crime taking shelter from the storm

There's a high wind blowin' on the mountain
It's shaking and trembling through the pines
Well you aught to take the shelter of my cabin lil' girl
Cause it's going to be raining outside

Now there's dark clouds rolling in
They're covering up the sky
Yeah,there's dark clouds rolling in
They're covering up the sky
And if the stars are the windows of the angels
All back-lit by the glow of heavens light
Then tonight I believe they've drawn the curtain
And they're covering their eyes

Cause there's a high wind blowin' on the mountain
It's shaking and trembling through the pines
Well you aught to take the shelter of my cabin lil' girl
Cause it's going to be raining outside
Track Name: War Wagon
We took the war wagon out to Santa Cruz
Made a little money busking on Pacific Avenue
Enough to get us in the slow lane rollin' down HWY 1
We played beneath the redwoods
Slept beneath the trees
Felt the ocean flowing like a river on the breeze
But I came to ride the airwaves floating 'neath the morning sun

Turn on your radio, turn your radio on
There's three thousand watts in Watsonville screaming out our song
So get up early boys, go wake up Sleeepy John
Turn on your radio, turn your radio on

I spent my juvenile delinquency
Just listening to that modulating frequency
Of my local radio play the blues of the working man
I said I'd rather be a cat in a catnip patch
Than working like a dog' like a dog for the cash
But there's dues I've been paying now I'm playing on the FM band

Turn on your radio, turn your radio on
There's three thousand watts in Watsonville screaming out our song
So get up early boys, go wake up Sleeepy John
Turn on your radio, turn your radio on

Turn it on, and tune in clear
Float with the waves up in the air
Turn it up, and turn it on
Just roll that static off the song

We met King Kruk playing blue suede shoes
And that's alright mama any way that you do
He was trippin' with the breakers and the generators flippin' a switch
When we get to the station gonna rattle and rave
Gonna make Marconi rock n' roll in his grave
And go sailing on the waves in a parabolic satellite dish

Turn on your radio, turn your radio on
There's three thousand watts in Watsonville screaming out our song
So get up early boys, go wake up Sleeepy John
Turn on your radio, turn your radio on
Track Name: Sadie Green
She's a saint and the devil the same
Part woman, part hurricane
But I come running when she's calling my name
That brown eyed Sadie Green
I'd run a mile just to watch her walk
Climb right up a mountain top
For sweet good-time-honkey-tonkin'
Brown eyed Sadie Green

Said, a gypsy woman, gotta vamp around
She'll leave your coals so red hot burning
Got to turn your damper down
She's arose that rambles, and a juke joint queen
Ain't no woman around her ever held no candle to brown eyed Sadie Green

She makes the fireman ring his bell
Just might combust she wears her dress so well
But she ain't no Jezebel, that brown eyed Sadie Green
She'll make your thermostat mercury rise
But don't go foolin' with no pilot light
Cause she's a powder keg of dynamite that brown eyed Sadie Green

Said, a gypsy woman, gotta vamp around
She'll leave your coals so red hot burning
Got to turn your damper down
She's arose that rambles, and a juke joint queen
Ain't no woman around her ever held no candle to brown eyed Sadie Green

She was born and raised so fine, baptized in champagne wine
I ain't got nothin' but I know where it went
Cause a brown eyed girl gets your money all spent

She got no pearls or no diamonds to wear
She turn her nose up at a millionaire
Say what you want about her, she don't care
That brown eyed Sadie Green
She don't care much about your silver or gold
She's hard to handle but shes heaven to hold
And the man who doesn't love her surely never been told about brown eyed Sadie Green

Said, a gypsy woman, gotta vamp around
She'll leave your coals so red hot burning
Got to turn your damper down
She's arose that rambles, and a juke joint queen
Ain't no woman around her ever held no candle to brown eyed Sadie Green
Track Name: California Wine
From Mendocino to Mohave in the summertime
You see the green rows growing down the whole coastline
And if you've got a bottle buddy, well I bet you've got a friend
If you ever get stuck in Lodi again

With a little bit of sweet California wine
And let it flow like the warm sunshine
Just give me sweet California wine
Just head up north of .08 you'll hit that golden state of mind

Red or white buddy, you can't fail
Get a spacebag, bottle or jug it's a holy grail
I don't really mind what kind, just let it pour
Soon I wont be in the state I'm in no more

With a little bit of sweet California wine
And let it flow like the warm sunshine
Just give me sweet California wine
Just head up north of .08 you'll hit that golden state of mind

I'll spend tonight with Sherry
I got an ax to bury, I've got a load on my mind
I won't need to chase her
I know i can't replace her, but I'm gonna erase her if you give me some time

And a little bit of sweet California wine
And let it flow like the warm sunshine
Just give me sweet California wine
Just head up north of .08 you'll hit that golden state of mind

Well some folks< they drink to feel refined
They say there's floral notes of apricots and ol' butterfly's behinds
Well maybe I was wrong all along, for thinkin' what I thunk
Cause all this time I've been drinkin' to get drunk

With a little bit of sweet California wine
Just let it flow like the warm sunshine
Just give me sweet California wine
Just head up north of .08 you'll hit that golden state of mind
Track Name: Bottom of the Bottle
Folks think I drink too much
That I medicate till' I levitate and go flying on my rubber crutch
But I ain't drinking to forget her, I know I never will anyhow
There's no occasion, no celebration, it's just my occupation now

So when the booze is gone, I put the cap back on
So I can lock my tears inside
When it's good and tight I get to feeling right
Till' my blues they get loose the next night
I ain't no saint, I ain't your role model
I'm just a poor man who's trying to leave his blues at the bottom of the bottle

I don't care just where I'll be
Whether or not the weathers cold or hot
You know it's all the same to me
Cause I'll be in some old dive joint
, till' they turn out the neon sign
Ain't no amnesty for a reffuge with a worried mind like mine

So when the booze is gone, I put the cap back on
So I can lock my tears inside
When it's good and tight I get to feeling right
Till' my blues they get loose the next night
I ain't no saint, I ain't your role model
I'm just a poor man who's trying to leave his blues at the bottom of the bottle

Well I might be right, or wrong
but I spend each night wondering how my life
Became a goddamned country song
But I'm the king of this old dive joint
And the bar stool is my throne
All the girls one meets are all the drunks and the cheats
But it sure beats drinking alone

So when the booze is gone, I put the cap back on
So I can lock my tears inside
When it's good and tight I get to feeling right
Till' my blues they get loose the next night
I ain't no saint, I ain't your role model
I'm just a poor boy who's trying to leave his blues at the bottom of the bottle
Track Name: It's Alright
It's hard ignoring a hard rain pouring
Coming down, down, down
It's hard watching time fly, sitting in standby
Waiting for blue skys to come around

When I was a young man, I heard that song playin'
And it stole my heart away
I chased the lost chord, on down the fret board
Just dying and trying to make it play
Just dying and trying to make it play

But, It's alright
It's alright
I hope you understand
It's alright, it's alright
I'm just playing in the band

It's just a song
I sing along, with a guitar and a friend
When the highways calling, my little darlin'
You know I'm bound to go again

But the highway is cold and grey
The nights fly by but the day's so long
You'd go insane if you weren't playin'
For the sake of the song

The grass is growing
The river's flowing
An where is goes heaven knows
The sun is shining, like a blue sky climbing
High and vining like a wild red rose

It's alright
It's alright, might twist your fate, might change your plans
Till' the roots of that rose vine twine around these bones of mine
I'm just playin' in the band
Yeah, I'm just playin' in the band
Track Name: Marbles
I was way down in the valley when the come to drown
I was high up on the mountain, I came tumbling down
I'm making matchstick houses in a hurricane wind
Just waving at the ocean from a castle of sand
Just waving at the ocean from a castle of sand

I didn't lose my marbles, they just rolled away
And this town just seems to tilt, a little more each day
I'm ADD, an SOB but I think I'm still OK
I didn't lose my marbles honey, they just rolled away

Well I walk through fire soaked in gasoline
I stick out my neck for every guillotine
I find a big grizzly bear and I get him to fight
If you think I'm half crazy then you're only half right
Yeah, if you think I'm half crazy then you're only half right


I didn't lose my marbles, they just rolled away
And this town just seems to tilt, a little more each day
I'm ADD, an SOB but I think I'm still OK
I didn't lose my marbles honey, they just rolled away

I take pain to explain till' I'm misunderstood
Well I'm down to a dollar and I'm up to no good
I've been sideways, somedays you'd think I'd see
I'm waiting for apples on a lemon tree
I'm just waiting for apples on a lemon tree


I didn't lose my marbles, they just rolled away
And this town just seems to tilt, a little more each day
I'm ADD, an SOB but I think I'm still OK
I didn't lose my marbles honey, they just rolled away
They just rolled away..........
Track Name: Daddy Quit Drinkin'
Daddy quit drinkin' mama quit drivin
After they both got their DUI's
Guess they had to settle it between the two
Seemed the logical thing to do
So daddy quit drinkin' mama quit driving at all

Well daddy was out just a' drinking one night
And he shouldn't have been driving he was sewn up tight
But sometimes folks do just what they do
With his one headlight he went around the bend
And who was waiting but a police man
So the truck went to impound and daddy went to the can

Daddy quit drinkin' mama quit drivin
After they both got their DUI's
Guess they had to settle it between the two
Seemed the logical thing to do
So daddy quit drinkin' mama quit driving at all

Well I guess only three or four days had passed
And mama swore she wasn't goin' that fast
But the ticket said that she was doin' 92
She said the alcohol smell was from an appetizer
But that didn't fool no breathalyzer
So mama got a DUI goddammit daddy got one too

Daddy quit drinkin' mama quit drivin
After they both got their DUI's
Guess they had to settle it between the two
Seemed the logical thing to do
So daddy quit drinkin' mama quit driving at all

Well the years have flown by and us kids have grown
And daddy never liked mama drinking alone
So he fell off the wagon and I guess he seems happy that way
But mama drinks less now and daddy drinks more
Says he's got lots of lost time to make up for
Now they get drunk together, the truck's riding in the ol' driveway

Daddy quit drinkin' mama quit drivin
After they both got their DUI's
Guess they had to settle it between the two
Seemed the logical thing to do
So daddy quit drinkin' mama quit driving at all
So daddy quit drinkin' mama quit driving at all
Track Name: Rounder
Went up the mountain to take a look around
I saw the police creeping and I dropped my hammer down
I know trouble and I go where it won't be
But it seems like trouble has no trouble finding me
Yes, it seems like trouble has no trouble finding me

Here comes that gal of mine, she's itching for a fight
I'm getting good at doing wrong I never could do right
Cause I've been out to dry and three sheets to the wind
I can tell you where I'm goin' but I sure know where I've been

I've been high, I've been low
I've been everywhere a poor boy can go
And I've been lost, and I've been found
I've been a rounder, said honey, I've been around

Never been too good at leaving good enough alone
And you could fill the septic tank with the shit I should have known
When I meet the devil, I'll spit right in his eye
May not get to heaven but I'll live until I die

I've been high, I've been low
I've been everywhere a poor boy can go
And I've been lost, and I've been found
I've been a rounder, said honey, I've been around

Big black train a'coming, it's rolling round the bend
And when you see me climb aboard you wont see me again
Cause I was born to wander and ramble through the pines
Whiskey rye and a woman's lie gonna make your life like mine
Whiskey rye and a woman's lie gonna make your life like mine

I've been high, I've been low
I've been everywhere a poor boy can go
And I've been lost, and I've been found
I've been a rounder, said honey, I've been around
I've been a rounder, said honey, I've been around
Track Name: Broke Down Breakdown
10-30 and gasoline, black coffee and nicotine
Boilin' oil in a Cadillac, possum running on a railroad track
Well, mind reeling on a rusted nail, tires squealing hear the siren wail
I'm going where the white crow flies, black sunglasses on bloodshot eyes

I'm rattled
Rattled and shattered
Wild as a turkey hawk
Mad as a hatter
Man, I'm rattled
Truckin' round the bend,
Let that broke down breakdown take you round again

Gate tattered on a busted hinge, brain stagger with a raw nerve twinge
Back alley with the lights down low, white static on the radio
I'm breaking all the frames of mind
I'm shaking down the great fault line
I'm betting on the ace of spades and the deal with the devil that I made

I'm rattled
Rattled and shattered
Wild as a turkey hawk
Mad as a hatter
Man, I'm rattled
Truckin' round the bend,
Let that broke down breakdown take you round again

It has no reason, it has no name
And the fools burnt finger wanders back to the flame
And you can't cut it down, when it starts to grow
So keep it on the level with the devil that you know

Well, 10-30 and gasoline, black coffee and nicotine
Boilin' oil in a Cadillac, possum running on a railroad track
Well, mind reeling on a rusted nail, tires squealing hear the siren wail
I'm going where the white crow flies, black sunglasses on bloodshot eyes

I'm rattled
Rattled and shattered
Wild as a turkey hawk
Mad as a hatter
Man, I'm rattled
Truckin' round the bend,
Let that broke down breakdown take you round again
Track Name: High Tail Alabama
Hightail Alabama


Hightail Alabama make another run, running like a bullet from a Gatling gun
I'm a bootlegger moonshiner make another stand, on the Alabama troopers and the revenuer man

Singing hightail, hightail Alabama live to make another days run
Singing high tail ,hightail Alabama running from a law mans gun

Hightail Alabama make it down the line, take it to Montgomery while the pale moon shines
I'm from Conecuh county I'm the lightning flash, if the Johnny wanna stop me then he better move fast

Singing hightail, hightail Alabama live to make another days run
Singing high tail ,hightail Alabama running from a law mans gun

I can jam it into low gear, turn it on a dime, and I know every road through the Alabama pines
Ain't no briar born jackrabbit taking second place, I can move my liquor quicker than the hounds will give a chase

Singing hightail, hightail Alabama live to make another days run
Singing hightail, hightail Alabama running from the law mans gun