She was a low down, small town, daughter of a circus clown, done what was frowned upon
Discount handout, open pantry
She entertained other guys but the devil caught his eye and he couldn’t see
She aint’ right, any night, but she goes on and on…
He was a slack-jawed, half-drawn, club footed, don’t belong, cross-eyed, tongue tied
Virgin, in the first degree
He aint’ never had a girl ‘cept the pretty little things in his magazines
He’s the kind, girls can wind, and they do…
Aint’ never seen a kept man doin’ fine, That good ole’ boy done lost his mind
So he knock, knock, knocked down the door baby
He yelled, burn, burn, burn, burn it down baby
Cookin’ rock I aint’ ever in hock, Got no boss I aint’ ever on the clock
Work like a dog I aint’ ever out of stock, At the Rock Shack baby
She nevah, nevah, evah, knew what he was doin’; She, she, she wasn’t lookin’
Pretty thing thought she married a stooge; Simple boy who was easy to fool
Pin him down and make all the rules; Cage that boy like a dog
That pretty open pantry lost her shine, she had murder on her mind
So she knock, knock, knocked on the door baby
Yelled I’ll burn, burn, burn it down baby
Aint’ no way I’ll be taken for a fool; by a boy who is prone to the drool
You spit the bit like an onry rented mule, it’s the Rock Shack baby
Beautifully played and full of moving vocal performances, the Bay Area singer/songwriter's latest is a stellar work of art. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 3, 2023