UNAMERICAN

by Cletus Got Shot

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The second album from Fayetteville, Arkansas based punk/acoustic band Cletus Got Shot. It is full of intense, passionate songs with underlying themes of social justice, class consciousness, and protest.
After the release party on June 19th,2010, the entire album will be available for download, and you can name your price.

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released 19 June 2010
All songs written and performed by Cletus Got Shot

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tags: folk acoustic bluegrass folk protest songs punk social justice Fayetteville

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Track Name: Jim Crow
In the south there lives a man,
ten feet tall with blood red hands;
and he never, no never loses control.
He is gracious to the poor.
He never asked for any more.
For a dollar a day,
you can be his modern slave.
Old Jim Crow is his name.
He ran this town with no shame.
He is the law and the law is here for him.
There is no working class;
just the ash of the working poor.
If you had a boss, your boss was Old Jim Crow.
Old Jim Crow is a ruthless man.
All that he knows is the Ku Klux Klan.
Old Jim he up and died; a bullet in his eye.
You might have killed the man,
but his spirit flies on.
Well, if you want your life back,
then don’t ask Jim for jack.
Cause he’ll never lift a hand for you.
Old Jim Crow is a ruthless man.
All that he knows is the Ku Klux Klan.
Old Jim Crow is a ruthless man.
All that he knows is the Ku Klux Klan.
In the south there lived a man,
ten feet tall with blood red hands;
and he never
no never
lost control...
Track Name: Unamerican
I was walking down the road
minding my own,
singing along to the radio;
when a suit-and-tie came up to me.
He said, “hey boy get a job;
join the force of the working kind”.
I said, “No. I think I’ll keep my soul.”
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...to think for yourself.
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...to want something else.
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...but I don’t care,
'cause I’m a radical and I speak my mind.
Then the suit-and-tie gave me a speech.
“Why don’t you join our family?
All you gotta do is walk in line.”
But the line that he’s walking
leans to the right;
too many guns, too many fights.
I know how many men have lost their lives.
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...to think for yourself.
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...to want something else.
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...but I don’t care,
'cause I’m a radical and I speak my mind.
After two long hours of talking hard,
politics left to the right.
He asked me, “Son, do you lean to the left?”
I said, “No sir, I don’t lean.
I stand up straight and I walk my way.
It ain’t the left wing or the right wing;
it’s the whole damn bird!”
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...to think for yourself.
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...to want something else.
It’s UNAMERICAN! ...but I don’t care,
'cause I’m a radical and I speak my mind.
Track Name: Union Town
Dig deeper in the coal mine,
deeper in the ground.
Keep your mouth sealed shut
and your head hanging low.
Listen to the sound
of the working class breaking its back.
The preacher’s always screaming
that your mansion’s in the sky.
That’s good for the saints
but not a working guy.
Stand up hand in hand for Union Town.
Oh, the fire rages on but we all stand as one.
Oh, the day the company man burned Union Town.
The bosses at the top say
dig a little deeper,
'cause the mansions at the top
need to get a little bigger;
squeeze every penny they can
from the sweat of your brow.
Five weeks long
the workers stood strong.
But the boss man said
“Today is the day”
The day that the company man
burned Union Town.
Oh, the fire rages on but we all stand as one.
Oh, the day the company man burned Union Town.
Throw down your shovels
and throw down your picks.
Are you really making money
if your kid’s still sick?
It doesn’t matter where you are;
this is your home town.
Every man in every town,
we can all light a fire
they can’t burn down.
Take down the company man
that rapes your town.
Oh, the fire rages on but we all stand as one.
Oh, the day that Union Town burned the company man.
The day that Union Town burned the company man.
Track Name: Work These Hands
If you walked my road
with no shoes on your feet,
you’d probably feel the way I do.
If you lived my life
from day to day,
you’d probably say,
Lord, why me?
I work these hands to bleed,
'cause I’ve got mouths to feed.
I work these hands to bleed,
and I say, “Lord why me?”
I pray to God
for a shirt on my back,
my wife by my side,
food on our plates.
I’ll try my best
to keep my mouth shut.
I’ll do my part if you do yours.
I work these hands to bleed,
'cause I’ve got mouths to feed.
I work these hands to bleed,
and I say, “Lord why me?”
I did my part,
I played by your rules.
Never got my shirt,
never got my shoes.
If you won’t help,
well I know who will:
the neighbor to my left,
the neighbor to my right.
I work these hands to bleed,
'cause I’ve got mouths to feed.
I work these hands to bleed,
and I say, “Lord I’m glad I’m me.”
Track Name: Drinkin' Tea
She’s drinkin' tea
and leavin' me
for some damn hippie
down on Dickson.
While I sit here and cry
in my last lonely beer,
it’s all gloom despair and agony on me.
So why’d she go
and leave me like she did?
Knowing everything she knows
about the crops and the kids.
She knows I can’t get away
to go and chase her down.
So she spends her day
running all over town.
She’s drinkin tea
and leavin me
for some damn hippie
down on Dickson.
While I sit here and cry
in my last lonely beer,
it’s all gloom despair and agony on me.
I don’t feel at home
when I’m in the city.
These guitars and Cadillacs
that ain’t the life for me.
I know this old farmhouse
it don’t look too pretty,
but it’s the only thing
that’s all I know you see.
She’s drinkin tea
and leavin me
for some damn hippie
down on Dickson.
While I sit here and cry
in my last lonely beer.
It’s all gloom despair and agony on me.
Track Name: American Dream
The lights of the strip mall go marching on,
from sea to shining sea.
The Wal-Mart sign stays on all night,
making the poor to feed the poor.
You’re taking the bus to the midnight shift,
and you never get to sleep at night.
That’s okay cause you’ll drink away
all your overdue overtime pay.
Oh it’s the end of America’s dreams.
Oh say goodbye to your middle class means.
Your father said you can be what you want to be,
a rodeo clown or the president.
But the school bell rings, and you're 45;
two kids in a house you can’t afford.
You’re dancing America’s two-step,
working 55 hours a week.
But don’t you fret cause I’ll make a bet
that you’re holy life’s a Hollywood set.
Oh it’s the end of America’s dreams.
Oh say goodbye to your middle class means.
Welcome to the new state,
the poor and broken down.
Alley ways and long hard days,
no home to call your own.
You may feel rejected,
cold and all alone.
But I’m telling you son that you’re not done,
it’s a whole new family.
Oh it’s the end of America’s dreams.
Oh say goodbye to your middle class means.
Track Name: Lady Liberty
She’s like a stained glass window
shattered on a broken dream.
She, she smiles at no one,
just a flicker in her eyes with the sun.
While the cold darkness surrounds,
and the calm it stands, it stands at her feet.
Lady Liberty is playing
with a pretty
razor in her hand.
Track Name: Business End
When I was a little girl just about 21,
my mama says if you get a man
you better get a gun.
Because he’ll do you good and treat you right
till the day that you are wed.
The he’ll stay drunk and gone all night
and beat you till you’re dead.
So you better learn the business end of that barrel.
Learn which way to point that gun.
Learn the business end of that barrel.
There’s gonna come a time when you can’t run.
One time my daddy says to me,
son when you’re a man,
there’s gonna come a time
when you have to take a stand.
You shouldn’t ever pick a fight,
but neither should you run.
Be sure you know you’re in the right,
'cause killin ain’t no fun.
So you better learn the business end of that barrel.
Learn which way to point that gun.
Learn the business end of that barrel.
There’s gonna come a time when you can’t run.
Now Uncle Sam has got us all
backed against the wall.
If we’re gonna keep our freedom
we’re gonna have to stand up tall.
'Cause money is the only law
that’s left here in our home.
Get up and join us now you all
and we’ll take back our own.
So you better learn the business end of that barrel.
Learn which way to point that gun.
Learn the business end of that barrel.
There’s gonna come a time when you can’t run.
Track Name: El Diablo
Some people call me good.
Some people call me bad.
Some people call me
and I always come.
Some people need me.
Some people want me.
If you think you don’t, don’t worry
'cause you will soon.
Soy Diablo. Eres Diablo.
I’m you, and you’re me.
We’re all burning in hell.
When I come to your call
you got nothing at all,
sitting all alone singing poor me.
Make a deal with me
and when we come to agree,
we’ll shake hands and you’ll see
that I’m you and you’re me.
Soy Diablo. Eres Diablo.
I’m you, and you’re me.
We’re all burning in hell.
So you say you’re religious,
praying woe is me.
I don’t care what you call it,
'cause you’re all going down with me.
The only god I know
is the same I just told;
you and me,
me and you,
mankind,
we’re all burning in hell.
Soy Diablo. Eres Diablo.
I’m you, and you’re me.
We’re all burning in hell.
Track Name: Fight Song
We' re driving from town to town
singing these same old protest songs
night after night,
for a rowdy
punk-rock crowd
Well lift up your hands
and scream with me
saying power to the poor,
and we open the door to the world
with our fists raised high.
We're gonna fight, fight
fight until we die
We're gonna fight, fight
fight until we die tonight.
We hang out after the show
drinking beers and talking trash
up with the poor
down with the Man
our Uncle Sam.
We leave the bar at night
we see the same lie after lie
Buy Here
Save Here
...live less.
We're gonna fight, fight
fight until we die
We're gonna fight, fight
fight until we die tonight.