Ain't No Easy Livin'

by The Dukes Of Glynn

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Straight out of Brunswick, Georgia, the Dukes of Glynn blazon forth with great country-rock and boogie metal. With deep, heavy vocals and guitar riffs, the Dukes of Glynn rock the house. Both their lead guitar and their rhythm guitar have expert bits and sound amazing. The drums hit heavy and are very present in each song, laying a solid bedrock for the rest of the music to build off.

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released 08 March 2013

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The Dukes Of Glynn Brunswick, Georgia

Straight out of Brunswick, Georgia, the Dukes of Glynn blazon forth with great country-rock and boogie metal. With deep, heavy vocals and guitar riffs, the Dukes of Glynn rock the house. Both their lead guitar and their rhythm guitar have expert bits and sound amazing. The drums hit heavy and are very present in each song, laying a solid bedrock for the rest of the music to build off. ... more

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Track Name: Bully's Steakhouse
Well, I left my job down at Bully's and with old woodworker, Lou
Found my home with an angel,baby, now my home's in these dirty boots
Walked for miles down the railroad track, I got blood stains on my shirt
Drunk as hell in Tijuana barrios, Me and Brother Lane diggin' in the dirt

Well I'm goin' south bound on an old Greyhound, I got Georgia on my mind
Gonna save a little money to spend on my honey and then walk on down the line
Well, I love Hotlanta and dream of Tennessee, I love all the people that care for me
I'm proud to have traded that cocaine for tea,proud to have traded that cocaine for tea
Track Name: Fox on a Hen
Well I work on down the road at the bbq shack
Slingin' pigs for bread just to pay the rent
lookin for signs up ahead to avoid that creepy walking dead
that will eat you like a fox on a hen
that will eat you like a fox on a hen

I'm headed a long,long way from my home yes I am
it seems that i'm just never satisfied
I can't seem to plant my roots or wear expensive suits
i cant change my ways even if I try
I wont change my ways even if I try

Well you know I love you baby, baby i love you so
and if you wanna hold on might have to start by letting go
cause there's an achin' in my heart and a jones down in my bones
i just cant hang around this town
hell i gotta go!

(Run Mutha Fucker)
Track Name: Country Mile
(Lyrics by D. Lancaster)

She's been runnin', Runnin' for awhile
Through the swamps and through the trees and burnin a country mile
With a bad man not far behind
Evil and Lustful thoughts burnin' through his mind

Noone knows what he saw in that Dining car
Maybe it was just her smile
Got her treadin' through the swamp,Runnin' for her life
Burnin' a country mile

As he catches her, he throws her to her knees
There on the river bank she begs and she pleads
"What did I do ,mister? Tell me why so mean?"
"Sorry girl, it's not your falt it's the way I's born to be!!"

After he's done with his dastardly deed
There on the river bank she's dead and left to bleed
He washes his hands down by the river flow
And the devil on his shoulder says,"Boy, it's time to go!!!"
Track Name: Blood on a Shovel
It's a cloudy night in Tennessee
And the rain it washes over me
Lightnin' strikes and the thunder shakes my bones
I remember the days when I was a lad
I used to go fishin' with ol' grandad
Those days are dead and gone

(chorus)
There's a tractor tire on the highway
And some deer out in the yard
And blood from a shovel from an empty grave
And the day creeps by as slow as the old cars like to rust
Just searchin' to save my soul
From this old heart full of ache

Now the old boots that I'm treadin' in
Are caked in mud and soles worn thin
But I hear a lonesome whistle from a long,black, train
And it seems to calm my weary mind
Watchin' that train roll down the line
Runnin' with the wind and smoke
Like blood runnin' in my veins

(chorus)
There's a girl I left out west in the California sand
And I'll leave this blood stained shovel on an empty grave
And I'll watch that sun sink into that cold Pacific Ocean
I'm just searchin' to save my soul
From this old heart full of ache
Track Name: Ain't No Easy Livin'
The cost of livin' is risin'
just doin' what we can to survive
livin' off of dreams and food stamps
and we roll a little smoke to get high

well i work like hell just to make the ends
need something every now and then
Just need something every now and then
for my mind

(Chorus)
ain't no easy livin'
and time keeps slippin away
i'm one more shot of whiskey
closer to my grave

ain't playin the cards that they dealin'
ain't waitin' to stand in no lines
lately here i been feelin'
like i been wastin' my time

there's a freedom and a hunger
when I'm out playin' just to make a dime
the day i rambled thru my momma's old records
is the day i signed on the dotted line
(chorus)
(solo)
(chorus)
Track Name: Fire Woman
(coming soon)
Track Name: Blurrin' it Up
We love the city of Nashville but don't like the industry
Those empty suits can kiss our ass, we make music that's free
All we need are goodtime buddies and our families
We'll head far from town and burn one down and go fishin' in the creek

I love momma's chicken and i love some pork and beans
John Beard's special season salt and a mess of collard greens
We don't need no executive to tell us how to be
This is how we like to live, me and my family

(chorus)

Take me home and let the sands of time do with me what it may
I don't care about being a big ol' star if I can have it my own way
All we need is a piece of mind and to work the whole day through
Grab ahold of the bottle i love and lose these lonesome blues

(solo)
(chorus2)

Take me home and let the sands of time do with me what it may
I don't care about being a big ol' star if I can have it my own way
All we need is a piece of mind and to work the whole day through
Grab ahold of the woman I love and lose these lonesome blues


We all like to throw some shoes and drink a case or two
Roll up smoke and call up friends and have us a barbeque
Play George Jones on the stereo, Kelly's got'em on 8-track
We'll have races on the riding mower and throw a couple back

(chorus3)


Raise'em up and drink'em down, there ain't nothin' like a friday night
With good people layin' it down and feelin' alright
That glass is bound to be empty, we'll get higher than a kite
Won't you people join us as we're blurrin' up our sight?

(chorus4)

Take me home let the sands of time do with me what it may
I don't care about being a big ol' star if I can't have it my own way
All we need is a piece of mind, and work the whole day through
Grab ahold of the family I love and lose the lonesome blues
Track Name: Another Mutha Fuckin' Hit of Weed
From the bottom of the valley below
I'm gonna take a drink from your fountain
then fight my way thru the teeth of the wind
To lay it down on your mountain, mama

A plastic bottle of Old Crow, baby
Rollin up an aluminum mutha fuckin pipe of weed
that crow been peckin' out my eyes
it got me so blind that i can't see


well i'm a big,hairy american winnin' machine
i got my hand on the throttle
if i stop from a-swimmin' baby
i'm gonna sink to the bottom of the bottle


a case of cold ass beer on ice
and little mutha fuckin extraction of my seed
watch black roses on the tv screen
and take another mutha fuckin hit of weed
Track Name: Jug Of Wine
There's a tattoo on my heart with my momma's name
I'm a shell of a man empty and cold
Now I walk down a dusty path in my tattered old boots
But at least i just don't do what I've been told
Now there ain't no need to cry and whine when that damn ol' sun won't shine
I'll sit there in the Clairemont Hills and drink a jug o' wine

Now there ain't nothin' for a man to do when he's livin' in his boots
No money, no liquor, no cigarettes
And I just can't find a job, too many holes in my jeans
But can't help to smile when I hear ol' Dickey Betts
I love the summer nights in Georgia, I love the summer rain
and all the women that I leave behind
Now I play this song for you, 'cause that's just what I do
Just buy me another beer and I'm pickin' time

Sometimes I get so upset and feel like I could die
I'm always feelin' better when I drink a jug o' wine
Track Name: Stranger's Blues
(coming soon)
Track Name: There Is A Devil
Gonna quit my job and raise a lil' hell
'Cause I got nothin' better to do
100 miles an hour and my teeth begin to chatter
And there's a hole lettin' rain in my shoe
I hope you don't mind but I just don't have the time
To stand here messin' with you
I got with the stall at a the bathroom down the hall
Gonna start a fight with shitty kung fu

(chorus)

Baby, I'm feelin' like a real live wire
And I'm takin' that trip straight into the fire
Burnin' on a highway to hell
That damned ol' jukebox is lettin' me down
I'm gonna take it on the road and take it out of town yeah,yeah

The very next mornin' I woke up on the floor of a handicap port-o-let
pulled a little of whiskey from my pocket and lit up a cigarette
I'm walkin' down the road and I'm lookin for my van
'Cause my bed's layin' there in the back
My eyes gone crossed and I'm dizzy as hell
And I'm feelin' like a heartattack

(Chorus)