With a Spade

by The Pipi Pickers

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keningauhood Discovered the Pipis at the Matakana Markets and thought they had a better twist to Blue Grass. Bought the CD and think one of the best in the world outside the USA. Great kiwi mix with that American folk blue grass music with the right beats.
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Always thought that you would fly Sail away, learn to ride What you waiting for, a change tide? Take a train, catch a flight Go ahead, it'll be alright Noone that you owe it to You do what you want to do Start the car and leave tonight Go ahead it'll be alright take a chance, it'll be alright Drive out past the city lights Watch the day turn into night You'll be feeling better by midnight Go ahead it'll be alright We'll still be here, it'll be alright What is past is done, there's no use holdin on Don't look back That ol' house is gone, ground it rested on Turn out that light Don't look back, it'll be alright Take your chances when they come Don't wait for something or someone You'd hate to miss a chance in life Go ahead, it'll be alright Make mistakes, it'll be alright
2.
They'll be walking slow behind you And they'll know just where to find you If you don't leave my baby alone There'll be flowers by the dozen From uncles, aunts and cousins When all your earthly trials are gone They'll take you out to you know where And lay you in the shade Then proceed to pat your ugly features with a spade So allow me to remind you They'll be walking slow behind you Satan's going to have you for his own If you don't leave my baby alone They will cover you with violets they gathered in the dell Yeah there'll be lots of flowers, but you think you'll be in shape to smell? So remind me to remind you They'll be walking slow behind you Friends will gather 'round to weep and moan If you don't leave my baby alone
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Oh how they miss me, way down in Dixie Down along the Dixie Line Banjos are strummin', Horseflies are hummin' Ripe melons on the vine The gold and grey they sing look away Way down along the Dixie Line I spent my childhood walking the wildwood Down along the Dixie Line Freight trains are squallin', eyeballs are ballin' Four engines at a time I was so happy with momma and pappy Down along the Dixie Line Oh can't you hear them drivers wail? Can't you see them bright rails shine? I'm gonna catch that fireball mail Leave the northland far behind A river of whiskey flows down in Dixie Down along the Dixie Line But they pulled up the tracks now I can't go back now Can't hardly keep from cryin' Oh how they miss me way down in Dixie Down along the Dixie Line
4.
I'm sailing away Set an open course for the virgin sea 'Cause I've got to be free Free to face the life that's ahead of me On board I'm a captain So climb aboard We'll search for tomorrow on every shore And I'll try, oh lord I'll try to carry on I look to the sea Reflections in the wave spark my memory Some happy, some sad I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had Live happily ever after Or the story goes But somehow we missed out On the pot of gold But we tried, best as we can, to carry on A gathering of angels appears above my head The sang to me this song of hope This is what they said Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me I thought they were angels but to my surprise We climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies They said Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me
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There is a place I know Way down in Mexico High in the Sierra Madre Where many an outlaw band From across the Rio Grande Have found a haven, a hold out, a hideaway Deep in the dark of night Besides the campfire's light They weave the tales of the lives of the bandits Of jewels rare and old, of coaches full of gold Holdups pulled off like they planned it But danger rides with those who stray Upon their secret hideaway Where death is sure to welcome Anyone within the law
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Mando Bounce 03:24
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She's a long way from Houston A long way from them ol' Texas Blues And she came down from Telluride On a steam train bound for somewhere new There's a rainbow on a mountainside She's waiting for that sun to shine on through You wouldn't know the tears for the rain If you hadn't walked in her boots [Chorus] Standing in the rain in Durango Right side of wrong, wrong side of gone She's just waiting for some cowboy To Lasso her heart and take her home She wound up with some field hippies Noodle dancing in a tie dye dress And then a Rocky Mountain rain came And they all got soaking wet Somehow she wound up with a backstage pass Hanging with the pickers in the band Until her heart got broken by a banjo man Now she's had all the bluegrass she can stand She had no destination, she was just looking for a ride She had all of her belongings In a cardboard suitcase sitting by her side Then he pulled up in a mustang, She climbed in and they just rode away Heading west into the sunset Mascara running down her face.
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I Call It Gone Melanie Cannon (Intro lick over 6m 5 4 5) Verse: Gm / F / Eb / F / Gm /F / Eb / Eb F/ [6m] That suitcase, it’s all [5] packed up, Those are [4] boxes of my [5] stuff I’ve got [6m] my cat, here’s [5] your key. Really [4] want to know what’s [4] gotten into [5] me? Chorus: Bb / Eb / Gm / F / Bb / Eb / Gm / F / Gm / Eb / Gm / Eb Call it [1] walkin’, Call it [4] good bye talkin’, [6m] One foot out the [5] door Call it [1] over, Not lookin’ [4] over my shoulder [6m] Like every time be[5]fore You can call it [6m]movin’ on [4]…… Call it [6m] anything you [4] want I call it [6m] gone (lick: 6m 5 4 5) Verse: You broke me down now I’m done Being kept underneath your thumb Tried like hell to make this work, but you shouldn’t have to work at something that only makes you hurt. (Chorus) (Solos) Bridge: Ab / Eb / Cm / F [7] Call it “letting go of us”, but [4] don’t you dare call it love. [2m] We both know that wasn’t what [5] I got from you. Chorus, first line just the banjo in the background, extra line before “I call it gone”: [6m] Because I’m bidding [4] you so long Repeat lick twice while she sings “I call it gone” and sighs. End on 6m.
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Stripes 03:15
Woah, (Am) woah, (G) woah, (Am) woah (G) (Verse 1) You were (Am)lyin' there with nothing on, but a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde I (G)can't believe you'd do that on our (Am)bed I got a pistol and I got a bullet and a pissed off finger just'a itchin' to pull it The (G)only thing keepin' me from losin' my (Am)head (Chorus) I hate (C)stripes and orange ain't my (Am)color And if I (C)squeeze that trigger tonight, I'll be wear-(G)in' one or the other There's no (Am)crime of passion worth a crime of fashion, the (F)only thing savin' your life Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange and I hate (Am)stripes Woah, (G) woah, (Am) woah (G) (Verse 2) I could (Am)fall in love with the prison guard, I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard Don't (G)think hard time would be that hard on (Am)me I could pick up trash on the side of the road, but I'd die if I saw someone I know Ain't the (G)chains, it's the clothes that's stoppin' (Am)me (Chorus) Cuz I hate (C)stripes and orange ain't my (Am)color And if I (C)squeeze that trigger tonight, I'll be wear-(G)in' one or the other There's no (Am)crime of passion worth a crime of fashion, the (F)only thing savin' your life Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange and I hate (Am)stripes (Bridge) Oh, and (C)one shot ain't worth a bad (Am)mugshot God knows I wouldn't (F)be caught holdin' up a number While the whole town's (G)starin' at the picture in the paper of me wearin' (Am)stripes Solo: / / / |(Am) |(F) |(F) |(C) |(C) |(G) |(G) There's no (Am)crime of passion worth a crime of fashion, the (F)only thing savin' your life Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange and I hate (Am)stripes (Chorus) And orange ain't my (F)color And if I (C)squeeze that trigger tonight, I'll be wear-(G)in' one or the other There's no (Am)crime of passion worth a crime of fashion, the (F)only thing savin' your life Is that I (C)don't look good in (G)orange and I hate (Am)stripes Woah, (G) woah, (Am) woah, (G) woah (Am) ----
10.
Oh I dreamt I went away On a steam powered aereo plane Went and stayed and damn near didn't come back again I didn't go very fast On a steam powered aereo plane Oh the wheels went round and up and down and then back again I'm sitting on a 747 just watching those clouds roll by Can't tell if it's sunshine or if it's rain I'd rather be sitting on a deck chair high above Kansas city On a genuine old fashioned authentic steam powered aereo plane Oh I wanna be a pilot On a steam powered aereo plane And I'll wear a blue hat, yeah! Says steam powered aereo plane With letters that go around the brim and then back again
11.
I work the graveyard shift, stay out all night long. I work the graveyard shift, stay out all night long. Wake up some day, find your good gal gone If you don't treat your baby right. If you don't treat your baby right. She'll come see me some lonely night When the sun goes down and the moon is gone That's when I come around, don't think I won't Out on the graveyard shift, stay out all night long. Wake up some day, find your good gal gone
12.
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Sometimes I wish things were better Most times I'd settle for different Just to know the day that's waiting for me Ain't the same one that I just left. I think I'll sail to Australia Take these old days off of my hands Drink a beer by the Indian Ocean Make love right there on the sand My only family's my father And he can take care of himself He don't need me like I need to know The sight of someplace else You know they speak English in Australia and it won't be hard to make new friends To see myself as other people see me Without knowing just where I've been
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Ol' Slewfoot 03:14
High on a mountain, tell me what do you see Bear tracks, bear tracks looking back at me Better get your rifles boys, before it's too late Bear's got a little pig and she's headed for the gate She's big around the middle And broad across the rump Running 90 miles an hour Taking 30 feet a jump She ain't never been caught And she ain't never been treed Some folks say she looks a lot like me Saved up my money and bought me some bees Started making Honey way up in the trees Cut down the trees but my honey's all gone Ol Slew Foot gone and made herself at home Winter's comin' on and it's 20 below River's frozen over, tell me where can she go I'll chase her round the gully and run her down a well Shoot her in the bottom just to listen to her yell
16.
I like it here and so do you By the one that's green and blue With everything that life requires A big hydrogen campfire We could be here quite a few days The next place is 4 light years away When you're camping by the sun Yippe yi yay, Yippee yi yo Outer space is mighty cold Unless with luck you have found A nice warm star to fly around Unless you're camping by the sun Like the Earth roped the moon The sun's got us in its own lassoo We're doing dishes and we're taking showers At 65,000 miles an hour It makes you want to play the guitar Sing songs to Jupiter and Mars When you're camping by the sun Yippee yi yay, yippee yi ya Outer space is very dark Unless by chance you have found A nice bright start to fly around Unless you're camping by the sun Yippee yi yay, yippee yi yo Outer space is dark and cold Unless by chance you have found A bright, warm start to fly around Unless you're camping by the sun Now just before you close your eyes When the sun's on the other side You may wonder about the countless thousands Of other fires and who's around them And are the sticks on their hot dogs 93 million miles long? Are they camping by the sun?

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released October 25, 2017

Song written by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, then sped up 3 or 4 times!
Lead vox, bass: Jenine
Banjo: Nat
Guitar: Barry
Mando: Garry

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The Pipi Pickers Leigh, New Zealand

From the seaside village of Leigh in New Zealand, The Pipi Pickers play an energetic, contemporary, “full-bodied” style of bluegrass. They've been guests at major festivals in New Zealand and Australia. Often praised as the “second best free band in Leigh,” they’re a favourite at such local fundraisers as the Leigh Fishing Competition and the Whangateau Hall annual country faire. ... more

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