Barnswallow

by Charlie Parr

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1.
Jimmy Bell 06:02
2.
I left my dear old parents / and started out on the road Just like Ramblin’ Robin / and the tramps who went before I caught a freight for the west / just outside of my hometown With a backpack and a bedroll / and swore I’d never hop back down Anywhere but here, anywhere but here Baptized out on the road Anywhere but here When I made to jump off the train / my legs were numb and stiff They buckled when I hit the ground / and I lit down in a ditch I hung out with some rough folks / we went in on a scam But the blame was mine when the cops came / and the jailhouse my new home Anywhere but here, anywhere but here Baptized out on the road Anywhere but here I got out in the winter / got told to leave Colorado Springs With a thin coat and broken boots / I headed north on up the range Bummin’ around Montana / I thumbed all the way to Missou Got drunk down by the Top Hat / they said I’d better push on through Anywhere but here, anywhere but here Baptized out on the road Anywhere but here This ain’t the life I want / I’m telling you the truth Gonna get my things together / and get on back to Duluth Anywhere but here, anywhere but here Baptized out on the road Anywhere but here
3.
My wife left me, threw my out of our home My soul is sick and dying Lord Outside the only home I’ve known Stumble through the yard to where the weeds are deep My soul is sick and dying Lord Now where am I gonna sleep Lay me down in the tallgrass the wet soil to my side My soul is sick and dying Lord I believe my time is nigh My wife left me but I’m the one who’s got to leave My soul is sick and dying Lord I ain’t got nowhere to live Take me back take me back you’re the only one I’ve ever loved My soul is sick and dying Lord And I believe I’ve been misled I woke up this morning with nothing on my mind Except please tell me Lord What is it I done wrong
4.
I wanna have me a motorcycle to take me on down the road A rat-bike made of Harley parts or a Norton Commando Then meet me on the highway we’ll take another run on down That final stretch of black-top before the gravel takes back the ground Once I saw the Bat-Mobile in a Las Vegas casino museum And I asked the man could I drive it and he said well you see son This car ain’t got no works it was built just for show Ain’t that just like life that’s the way a lot of us go Then meet me on the highway we’ll take another run on down That final stretch of black-top before the gravel takes back the ground I wanna be like Big Daddy Garlitz in a blown GTO on I-90 In the early morning sunlight with no one on the road but me Then meet me on the highway we’ll take another run on down That final stretch of black-top before the gravel takes back the ground I wanna have me a motorcycle to take me on down the road A rat-bike made of Harley parts or a Norton Commando Then meet me on the highway we’ll take another run on down That final stretch of black-top before the gravel takes back the ground
5.
Badger 02:09
It was late in the summer when the corn was fully grown, we’d gone for a swim in the pond on my uncle Henry’s farm, and when we got home we saw a badger in the yard, running flat out for a hole beneath the shed. It disappeared into its den underneath the floor and it was gone and Dad just said goddamn. Badger can’t stay he’ll kill you just like that, mean as any grizzly, sneaky as any cat. And he went and got his gun from the closet in the hall and pulled a 6-pack from the fridge and walked on out the door. While Mom made us brush our teeth and get ourselves to bed, it’s late and he’ll be awhile was all that she would say and I saw him in the twilight his .410 across his lap, sitting in a lawn chair, staring at the shed. A fallen soldier from the 6-pack laying at his feet and sometime in the night a gunshot woke me from my sleep. It was late in the summer when the corn was fully grown, we’d gone for a swim in the pond on my uncle Henry’s farm.
6.
That mailman ain’t no friend to me, comes to my house everyday at three That’s when he knows I’m not home, and my wife is there all alone No the mailman ain’t no friend to me at all Every single day it’s the same damn thing about 3:00 the bell begins to ring “Here’s a package can you sign” “Come on in so I can find a pen” No the mailman ain’t no friend of mine at all Now it’s Thursday I’m off at noon, boss cut the shift says y’all go home Maybe I’ll just see who’s around, that mail truck’s out in front of my lawn No that mailman ain’t no friend to me at all Well Stillwater sure ain’t my style but I’m gonna have to stay here a little while I was just trying to blow up his truck but I blew up the house, just my luck That mailman weren’t no friend to me at all
7.
Henry got his check on Thursday and used his lunch hour to go uptown Henry got his check on Thursday and was never seen again His job called Friday morning but the machine said he was out His job called Friday morning his co-workers went “hmmm” Henry was a quiet guy the worker’s talked about his life Henry was a quiet guy by Tuesday they’d bet he killed his wife Nobody at work knew him well, what he was hiding all this time Nobody at work knew him well, that he was capable of such a crime And now he was on the loose, on some kind of killing spree And now he’s on the loose, why was someone like that allowed to go free They never liked him anyway he was creepy in those brown pants They never liked him anyway he never showed at the office dance He’s some kind of radical probably in the militia up north He’s some kind of radical his kind are all trying to start a war At the end of the month the boss packs up Henry’s desk At the end of the month he tossed his coffee cup in the trash
8.
True Friends 04:34
Here’s a little thing about Mag and Stan hauling down the road in the winter time Riding on their thumbs but walking most of the way Stan used to hop trains but Mag’s afraid so they get their traveling done another way Just wanna get down south to where it’s warm True friends, true friends are hard to find To get one you gotta be one And then they’ll always be around An old guy stops in a beat-up ford and asks how far did they wanna go And Stan says we’re going all the way to the end This old guy he’s lost his wife and lost his grip on the rest of his life Just drives around now listening to the radio True friends, true friends are hard to find To get one you gotta be one And then they’ll always be around Now it’s 4 days on the road in that rusty ride and 3 nights sleeping out on the side Eating roadstand fruit, coffee and refried beans When they reach the gulf they all lay on the beach and soak up the sun and get used to the heat Talkin about how cold it is up in I. Falls True friends, true friends are hard to find To get one you gotta be one And then they’ll always be around There ain’t no end to their family, their web covers the whole country Maybe it ain’t true that we have to be alone Maybe they’ll just drive around pickin’ folks up, being yr friend when yr down on yr luck Maybe there’s a car big enough for us all True friends, true friends are hard to find To get one you gotta be one And then they’ll always be around
9.
Jesus is a hobo on a fast freight outta Denver, huddled up under a twin stack his back against the rain. He’s hoping to make the west coast his food is running low. He’s been traveling on these roads for 2000 years or more. Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me But can you find me, where you look Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me You can’t always see the truth Jesus is a hobo in a jungle near LA, where nobody really knows him even if they know his face. They’ll stare into his eyes a disciple from the past but the moment’s gone and lost in the engine’s long low whine. Jesus is a hobo he never left us here, caught a fast one from Calvary and he’s been riding ever since. Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me But can you find me, where you look Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me You can’t always see the truth Jesus is a hobo riding south outta St. Paul seeing a cathedral through the snowflakes and bracing against the cold. When he gets down to Rock Island maybe there he’ll let ‘em know that underneath his coveralls he wears a purple robe. Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me But can you find me, where you look Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me You can’t always see the truth
10.
Rattlesnake 03:01

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Bookended by traditionals Parr learned from Dave Ray and Spider John Koerner, the album features eight new original songs recorded live to tape at The Winona Arts Center in Winona, MN. The city's creative spirit is evident in the cover art by Jamie Harper (Salvaged Medium) and liner notes by Joe Tadie (Saint Mary's University of Minnesota). Longtime collaborator Tom Herbers (Third Ear Studios) engineered and mastered the project. Equipped with his fretless banjo, Fraulini 12-string, and trademark National NRP wood-body resonator, Parr was joined in the studio by Mikkel Beckmen on washboard & percussion, Dave Hundreiser on harmonica & resonator mandolin, and Emily Parr who sang backing vocals on "Jesus is a Hobo." The recording was done in a live performance style with no tracking and using first or second takes.

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"National guitar, the funkiest of the resonator family, buzzes and growls beneath Parr’s singing while Dave Hundreiser’s mouth harp screams like a wounded animal, alternately running and charging. Mikkel Beckmen’s extraordinary percussion on washboard and other improvised items urges the music forward. Listening to the three together feels like running a footrace with a freight train."
- Philadelphia City Paper

"It could only come from Duluth. Iron-hard banjo, guitar, washboard, footstomp and harmonica, plus voice – American roots hoicked out of the ground but not hosed down." - The Independent

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released February 1, 2013

All songs by Charlie Parr except tracks 1 & 10 trad. arr. Parr

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"Parr is scruffy and uncomfortable looking, with a longish beard and balding head. He dropped out of high school in the 1980s, but he looks older than that. He's pathologically deadpan in his delivery of in between song banter. The crowd really enjoyed his depressingly hilarious dead cat story. He never smiles." - Lucy Steigerwald

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