Waits

Waits
"I Never Heard The Melody Until I Needed The Song"

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Cheaters,Liars,Outlaws & Fallen Angels


  1. Mary Gauthier- Last Of The Hobo Kings [Between Daylight And Dark]
  2. Mary Gauthier- Camelot Motel [Filth & Fire]
  3. Mary Gauthier- The Foundling [The Foundling]
  4. Mary Gauthier- Empty Spaces [Mercy Now]
  5. Mary Gauthier- Wheel Inside The Wheel [Mercy Now]
  6. Mary Gauthier- I Drink [Mercy Now]
  7. Mary Gauthier- March 11, 1962 [The Foundling]
  8. Mary Gauthier- The Other Side Of Free [Dixie Kitchen]
  9. Mary Gauthier- The Sun Fades The Color of Everything [Filth & Fire]
  10. Mary Gauthier- I Don't Know Nothing About Love [Dixie Kitchen]
  11. Mary Gauthier- Drag Queens in Limousines [Genesis]
  12. Mary Gauthier- Long Way To Hell [Filth & Fire]
  13. Mary Gauthier- Falling Out Of Love [Mercy Now]
  14. Mary Gauthier- Walk Through The Fire [Filth & Fire]
  15. Mary Gauthier- Thanksgiving [Between Daylight And Dark]
  16. Mary Gauthier- Christmas In Paradise [Filth & Fire]
  17. Mary Gauthier- I Ain't Got No Home [Genesis]


Mary Gauthier is so skillful with her songwriting it makes me proud to have gusto to put together this mix.She is a beautiful songwriter...

I hope everyone gets to take in her talent.Enjoy!



Last Of The Hobo Kings

Steam Train Maury died last night
His wife Wanda by his side
Caught the Westbound out of here
Hopped the high irons to the by and by
They say he jumped ten thousand trains
Rode a million miles for free
Helped out at VA hospitals and penitentiary’s
Dandy Dave, Rusty Nails and Sweet Lady Sugar Cane
Dead Eye Kate and the Baloney Kid raise their cups tonight in Steam Train’s name
Senators, congressmen, puppets on a string
Among the windswept vagabonds Steam Train was the king
The last of the hobo kings, the last of the hobo kings

Now bums just drink and wander round
Tramps dream and wander too
But a hobo was a pioneer who preferred to work for food
He knew how his nation’s doing
By the length of a side walk cigarette butt
Born with an aching wanderlust
Embedded in his gut
Hounded, beaten, laughed at, broke
Chased out of every town
With a walking stick scepter
And a shredded coffee can crown
The last of the hobo king, the last of the hobo kings

The last free men are hoboes
Steinbeck said, and he paid cash
And the stories that he bought from them
Helped write the Grapes of Wrath
But boxcars have been sealed for years
And trespassers do time
And the railroad yards are razor wired
And hoboing’s a crime
So here’s to you Steam Train Maury
Hold that Westbound tight
As you ride off into history
The last hobo, the last ride
The last of the hobo king, the last of the hobo kings

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