A.D.D . - C.M.Strickland

Everybody's turnin' up A.D.D. /I Wish they'd hafta spend an hour with me. / Sit right down and tell 'em what I see. / Just an Oklahoma boy's philosophy. / While you initialize the conversation / I drift off to another station / Would you say I turned up A.D.D.? / A.D.D., A.D.D. everybody oughta hafta spend an hour with me / When my mind goes flyin' free / I say it's just my personality. / I was around when sex was wrong. / It wasn't nothing but a game o' pong / hooked right up to a black and white TV. / And if you didn't pay attention / I never heard a single mention / that they thought you turned up A.D.D.

Badness of Bulls - C.M.Strickland

I can't worry no more / about gettin' no j.o.b. / 'cause I can make me a little bit o' money / and the rest I can get for free / I know it ain't nothin' special / and to you it may sound dull / but I got me a job estimating / the badness of bulls. / Don' t ever underestimate / the badness of bulls / and you better be sure they're dead / before you go paintin' / on their skulls / on their skulls / on their skulls. / Coupla things you need to know / about the badness of bulls / they aint gonna push ya if you don't try and pull / Take 'em on down to Texas / stick 'em all in a pen / drive back to Oklahoma / load 'em up and do it again. / I got money for the jukebox / and I can tip the band / and I got something to say / to all you granola heads / You can hug all them trees you want / but don't let me catch you down at my pen / I walk right through your picket line / load 'em up and do it again.

Got Stressin' to Do - C.M.Strickland

I ain't got no more bones to pick with you / and I'm not the type' to call you names / but I'll think me a few. / I've been up all night with a personal plight / lookin' like I sniffed some glue / Leave me alone, I got some stressin' to do. / I told you not to call me here no more / especially late, it's a family trait / to walk this killing floor. / I got my own fling singin' my ding-a-ling / now I think you're screwed / so leave me alone I got some stressin' to do. / I got some stressin' to do. / Yes, it's true / I washed it right back with some humble brew. / All night long, I thought about this song / I ain't slept 'cause I know you're wrong. / You may not approve of the way I live. / But I ain't got nothing left that this old heart can give. / Well, maybe I never do, but at least you're through / with the lies I told about havin' a few. / So just Leave me alone, I got some stressin' to do.

Gettin' Drunk - C.M.Strickland

Tired o' writin' songs all day long / pretendin' like I don't care / about nothing at all 'til the final call. / You're lookin' at me with that glare. / It's not easy to write and stay up all night, / but they just seem to come to me; / and it really doesn't matter why I keep getting madder, / 'cause no one will keep me company. / And nobody cares about your pictures, anyway. / I said D.D.'n' D.D.D., I'm gettin' drunk today. / I don't wanna do what I oughta, 'n' call that record man. / He'll be lyin' in his bedroom or down at the headroom, dodgin' me anyway he can. / I'm in good shape for the shape I'm in. / Livin' in the Bible belt, everything's a sin.

Low Down - C.M.Strickland

We're just low down throw down. / Pour that whiskey slowly now. / And even if you got no respect for us, / you're wastin' your breath if you're makin' a fuss. / Take one good look and you'll agree. / Some things in this world are free. / Take a good look / and whaddaya see / everything in life ain't so easy for me / but I got a three room house and a big shade tree, / drinkin them Buds. I get em all for free. /All my friends, they live right by. / They all come over. We get high as a kite. / Well, we smoke all day, and we drink all night. / We thought about peace, but we're ready to fight. / Everyday I sing this song / and all my friends, yeah they sing along. / Well, we're livin' and we're breathin' 'til the day that we die. / Sometimes we tell the truth and sometimes we lie.

Mr. Eucalyptus Tree - C.S.Strickland

Mr. Eucalyptus tree / sing a little song for me. / Be my friend 'til the bitter end, / until eternity. / I got a Cleveland County hog leg / and smoked all up for me. / Talkin' to my good friend Mr. Eucalyptus tree. / We all havin' a party / and you know I'll be right there. / Sing me a song about gettin' along / in my old nappy hair. / When I come up missin' / well, you know where to look for me... / talkin' to my good friend, Mr. Eucalyptus tree. / I got a meager ounce of wisdom / for every pound of brains / and my prestigious colleagues, / well, they're just exactly the same / so when we got a problem, you may view this skeptically. / We talk to our good friend Mr. Eucalyptus tree.

Viper - Leroy Stuff Smith

Well, think about a reefer five feet long, / a little bit hot and not too strong. / You'll be high but not for long, / if you're a viper. / Well, I'm the king of everything. / I gotta be high before I can sing. / Light that reefer. Let me be, / if you're a viper. / When your throat gets dry, you know you're high. / Everything's dandy. / Truck on down to the candy store. / Blow your mind on peppermint candy. / Now you know your body's spent. / You don't give a damn if you don't pay rent. / Light that refer. Just get bent, / if you're a viper.

Basin Street Blue s - Spencer Williams

Won't you come along with me / to the Mississippi. / We'll take a boat to the land of dreams, / steamin' down the river down to New Orleans. / The band's there to meet us. / Old friends to greet us / where all of the dark and the light folks meet. / Heaven on earth, they call it Basin Street. / Basin Street is the street / where all the elite always meet. / New Orleans, land of dreams. / You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means. / Glad to be, yessiree, / where welcome's free and I can see / I can lose my Basin Street blues.

Magic Cup - C.M.Strickland

Every chick I know / wants to know why I love you so and I tell them / I don't know. / Every chick I see / wants to know why you're so mean, / so mean to me. / Every time I go / down to the candy store / I can see where you've been / with your tonic and gin. / and I know what's up. / You've got your magic cup. / So much better than me. / Magic cup, I wanna fill you up. / Magic cup, so much better than me.

Sunny Side of the Street - Jimmy McHugh, Dorothy Fields

Grab your coat and get your hat. / Leave your worries at the doorstep. / Just direct your feet / to the sunny side of the street. / Can't you hear a pitter-pat and that happy tune is your step. / Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street. / I used to walk in the shade / with them blues on parade / but I'm not afraid. / This rover crossed over. / If I never have a cent, / I'll be rich as Rockefeller. / Gold dust at my feet / on the sunny side of the street.

Thanks to Helice Bridges.