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Human Remains
dedicated to Sled
in memory of Stubb

• Gone to Texas
• Room to Room
• Back to Black
• Wilderness of This World
• Little Sandy
• Buck Naked
• What of Alicia
• That Kind of Girl
• Galleria dele Armi
• Crisis Site 13
• Peggy Legg
• After the Fall
• Flatland Boogie

start anywhere you want

Produced by Terry Allen & Lloyd Maines
Recorded at Don Caldwell Studios, Lubbock, TX
& The Hit Shack, Austin, TX
Engineered by Alan Crossland, Lubbock, TX
& Jay Hudson, Austin, TX
Mixed at Cedar Creek, Austin, TX, by Fred Remmert,
Terry Allen & Lloyd Maines

Hey I don’t need no chickenshit business man
tellin’ me what to do
Even if you ain’t got no business
same thing goes for you
I don’t need no sweet faced woman
goin sour mouthed on me
If I work like a dog night an day
to give her a hundred time more’n she needs

Gone to Texas baby
Gone to Texas tonight
Gone to Texas baby
All I need is the ride
You say it ain’t no different’n
Any other place to go
Well you ain’t been with me
Or you’d already know
It’s just the feel of the deal
from behind the wheel
That’ll make me need to go

Well I don’t need no stinky Pinky
sing to me about the common man
Some cowboy fake who think all it takes
is a hat on his head and a Grammy in his hand
An I don’t need no weekend warrior
out there protectin me
If he’s dumb with a gun as he is with his tongue
when he’s shootin off on TV

Gone to Texas baby
Gone to Texas tonight
Gone to Texas baby
All I need is the ride
You say it ain’t no different’n
Any other place to go
Well you must be a yankee
Or your just kinda slow…cause
It’s just the feel of the deal
from behind the wheel
Makes you need these Texas roads

Well I don’t need no dime a dozen
ah New Age way to live
An I don’t need no two bit preacher
condemn me because I don’t give him my
money money money money money money money
I don’t need no Soldier Boy
fightin no war for me
You can burn the flag an melt the statue
gonna live my liberties…cause

I’mGone to Texas baby
Might go straight on to the moon
Gone to Texas baby
Can’t get enough too soon
Say Texas ain’t no different’n
Goin’ straight to Hell can be
Hey you must be a critic
Are you too blind to see…
It’s just the feel of the deal
from behind the wheel
Gonna heel the hell out of me

Gone to Texas baby
Gone to Texas tonight
Gone to Texas baby
All I need is the ride

Rides: Jesse, Lloyd, David
T. Allen-piano, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic slide, baritone guitar, pedal steel, harmony vocal;
Richard Bowden-fiddle; Glen Fukunaga-bass; 
Davis McLarty-drums, percussion;
Jesse Taylor-electric guitar; David Byrne- electric guitar, harmony vocal;
Lucinda Williams-harmony vocal; Joe Ely-harmony vocal.

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Ah standing in the kitchen
Looking out the window
Wondering when she’ll come home
You know she’s out drinking
And you been thinking
When she gets back you’ll be gone
But when she finally comes in
You’ll still be there
To hear her swear
Baby I’m sorry it’ll never ever happen again

Walking the floors
Room to Room
Yeah you’re standing in the living room
Looking out the window
Clutching ahold of the drapes
Your hands are kinda shaking
Feel something breaking
You must not have what it takes
But when she finally comes in
You’ll still be there
To hear her swear
Baby I’m sorry it’ll never ever happen again

Walking the floors
Room to Room
Yeah you’re standing in the bedroom
Looking out the window
Peeking through the blinds
Your stomach’s in a knot
Takes everything you got
To keep from losing your mind
But when she finally comes in…Guess what?
You’ll still be there
To hear her swear
Baby I’m sorry it’ll never ever happen again

You hear a car
Run to the glass
Press your nose on the pane
Watch it pass
And the years go by
Room to Room
drunkards turn around
Now she’s in the kitchen
Looking out the window
And you’re the one that’s gone
You’re out drunk as a skunk
She says she’ll leave but she won’t
Because now it’s just her turn
And when you finally come in
Well it’s only fair
When you hear yourself swear
Baby I’m sorry it’ll never ever happen again
Walking the floors
Room to Room

T. Allen-piano, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic guitar, pedal steel;
Richard Bowden-fiddle; Glen Fukunaga- acoustic bass; Davis McLarty-drums;
David Byrne- electric guitar, harmony vocal;
Lucinda Williams-harmony vocal.

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Every night the same light shines
From your eyes and back to mine
With a vision of the love
We thought was true
But the darkness of the world out there
Surrounds the love we thought we shared
And it all fades back to black
Tween me and you
But me and you we’re not to blame
Love always returns from where it came
Back to black and in the end
It’s all the same

Now the darkness has slipped inside
But neither one of us can hide
Though you act for me
Just like I act for you
But when out two fates did cross
We should have both guessed the cost
That it all fades back to black
And nothing’s new

But me and you we’re not to blame
Love always returns from where it came
Back to black and in the end
It’s all the same

So if some mirror up on the wall
Reflected the love that we once saw
We could stand there forever
And never move
But loves’ picture in the glass
Fades away it never lasts
It just all fades back to black
And nothing’s true

But me and you we’re not to blame
Love always returns from where it came
Back to black and in the end
It’s all the same
Back to black for me and you
Is back to blue

T. Allen-piano, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines- pedal steel, acoustic guitar, bass;
Richard Bowden-fiddle; Donnie Maines-drums;
Lucinda Williams-harmony vocal.

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There’s an old shoe
Out on the highway
Tells us of the Wilderness of this World

And an old dirt floor
Moves under me and you
Tells us of the Wilderness of this World
And the moon falls
Down on a highway
An that highway crawls
Cross the desert below
Like a sad song
You can’t stop dancin to
Tells us of the Wilderness of this World

And the desert falls
Down on the ocean
And that motion is all
We’ll ever knowIt just keeps on spinning
This bunch of dancin fools
Run crazy across the Wilderness of this World
Yeah
Run crazy across the Wilderness of this World
There’s an old shoe
Out on the highway

T. Allen-clavinova, vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic slide guitar, bass;
Bukka Allen-accordion
Richard Bowden-mandolin; Donnie Maines-percussion;
David Byrne- electric guitar.

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Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Outside
A cold wind blows
But it’s colder inside
You lay in your crib
But no lights in your eyes

Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Outside
Jesus he came
On a hard winter’s eve
And spread his dark wings
O’er the breath that you breathe
An he stole you to glory
With him to reside
And left me forever
Little Sandy
Outside

Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Outside
There’s blood on my knees
My heart’s open wide
I prayed you not leave me
But no lights in your eyes

Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Little Sandy
Outside

for Chippy

T. Allen-clavinova, vocal;
Hilton McLaren-bagpipes
Richard Bowden-fiddle; Donnie Maines-drums.

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Running naked down the state
highway
Runnin naked in the middle of the
day
Runnin naked like a tom cat’s
behind
Runnin naked but the cat don’t
seem to mind

Give me your heart
I’ll give you mine first
Give me your time
I’ll give you my trust

Buck naked now
Like when I was born
When will we find out
Why does it take so long
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
In the eyes of the lord
Running naked like the day when I
was born
They’re all naked in the land where
I come from
I’m a long way from the great high
plains now
We’re all naked if you turn us
inside out

Buck naked now
We ain’t got no clothes
Bare assed for sure
in the eyes of god

Naked in my heart
Naked in my soul
Well, how does it feel
Does anybody know
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
Buck naked now
In the eyes of the lord
well, we’re naked inside
you’re naked too
well there’s nothing to fear
and there’s nothing we can do

T. Allen-piano, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines-electric guitar;
Richard Bowden-mandolin; Donnie Maines-drums;
Tommie Anderson-tuba; Jon Blondel-trombone;
Joe Ely-harmonica, harmony vocal; David Byrne-harmony vocal.

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Well he just turned 17
When he left old Abilene
With his bags…and permission
From the kin
Yeah but things just weren’t the same
After his Momma signed her name
And let the navy…take him inahhh but
What of Alicia
Española
13 years old
Child of Mexico
An he just turned 19 years
When he learned to face his fears
Of growing up…and acting
Like a man
He just cocked his sailor cap
Stuck his hands down in his lap
Leaned back and stroked…them girls in Japan

ahhh but
What of Alicia
Española
15 years old
Child of Mexico
An he just turned 23
When he finally took his final leave
Anchored in the port of
San Diego
Yeah he met this border girl
An he fancied her body’s curl
So he married her…then carried her to Colorado

ahhh but
What of Alicia
Española
19 years old
an old woman
But out of Mexico
yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi yi

T. Allen-piano, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic guitar, bass;
Richard Bowden-mandolin; Donnie Maines-drums, percussion;
Ponty Bone-accordion; Charlie Sexton-electric slide guitar;
David Byrne-harmony vocal.

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yeah
I know you don’t understand this
But I think you have a death wish
Even though I know you do not want to die
Yeah you just want to fall in love
Be blessed by the lord above
And get married to a real nice guy

Wear a string of pearls
Wear your mothers pearls
you are just…
That kind of girlyeah
You must have a death wish
But you would never cut your wrists
I know you do not believe in suicide
You just want the perfect home
Full of perfect stuff and be left alone
And never ever have to go outside
Out into the world
Out into the world
You are just…
That kind of girl

yeah
You must have a death wish
you look a little anorexic
Though I know you eat’n good healthy food
You do not smoke cigarettes, do drugs, get drunk
Or even think of it
And love to do without sex is more true

yeah
But true to who?
True to you?
Or just life in that kind of world
Just life…you’re
That kind of girl

T. Allen-piano, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines-dobro, bass;
Richard Bowden-fiddle; Donnie Maines-drums;
Stan Smith-clarinet; Jon Blondel-trombone.

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I
During the time of the second World War
A small town in Italy
Death
Came
Aboard
Train number 8017
It wasn’t strafing of bombing
Clandestine de-railings
It was just
Some bad coal
The stockyard was sellingClimb aboard everybody
To Galleria dele Armi
Train 8017 to hell of to heaven
Train 8017 climb aboard

II
All the allied forces
Shut down the town
Made rich men and poor men
The same
poor
So they hid
In the night
Shivered
Til the 8017 came
Their families were starving
In the village of Bovano
They had to break
The rules
Just to try
To find food
Climb aboard everybody
To Galleria dele Armi
Train 8017 to hell of to heaven
Train 8017 climb aboard

III
Just through the mountains
Is Galleria dele Armi
A rich valley so fertile
And full
And only one train can get there
there’s only one tunnel
To pass throughBut the train
It stopped
In the middle
Of the tunnel
And smoke
From bad coal
Turned black
The 500
From Bovano
Who hungered
But died
Before
They got through
Climb aboard everybody
To Galleria dele Armi
Train 8017
Train 8017 climb aboard
During the time of the second World War
A small town in Italy
Death
Came
Aboard

T. Allen-piano, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic guitar;
Richard Bowden-mandolin, cello; Donnie Maines-percussion;
Ponty Bone-accordion; Will Sexton-electric guitar, harmony vocal.

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I’m 13 years old
I hate your guts
an I got a zip gun
I got a reefer
I’ve been screwing since I was 9
an I can make you or break you
with charm
I steal bubble gum
I steal cigarettes
and I can kill you
and never go to jail
just be circumcised
analized
sodomized
by some adult judge
that will save me
cause I’m young
I’m 13
and I’m cute
and it’s your fault
society’s fault
school’s fault
church’s fault
government’s fault
folk’s fault
an fucking naked girls fault too
It’s the end of the family
It’s the end of the world
I’m 13 and I’m in love
and I hope you die
I’m 13 and I’m in love
and I hope you die

T. Allen-clavinova, piano, vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic guitar;
Richard Bowden-mandolin, cello;
Donnie Maines-intro drums, percussion;
Bale Allen-‘crisis’ drums;
Bobby "Rock" Landgraff- ‘crisis’ electric guitar.

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There’s a one-legged woman
On the dance floor
An that one leg’s so pretty
She don’t need no more
She’s got a graceful demeanor
Ahhh pure ballerina
Who gives a damn
If she’s one leg short…cause

If you knew Peggy Legg
You’d be down at her knee
An beg an beg
For her to just give you
Some time a’day
But she’s just blow you a kiss, boy
And twirls a twirl
An this is all she’d say

"We all got missing parts
Right from the start
We got to live with
Bout all a body can do
Is just stumble on through
What God gives to it
All you need is a heart
An just enough of a brain
To get your half-ass in
Out of the rain"

Now that one-legged woman’s
On the band stand
She sings a full-bodied song
About a one-legged man
She kinda jiggles her thigh
When she sings of this guy
And the perfect balance of life
Bout how all he’s got left
Is just what she’s got right…an

If you knew Peggy Legg
You’d be down at her knee
An beg an beg
For her to just give you
Some time a’day
But she’s just blow you a kiss, boy
And twirls a twirl
An this is all she’d say

"We all got missing parts
Right from the start
We got to live with
Bout all a body can do
Is just stumble on through
What God gives to it
All you need is a heart
An just enough of a brain
To get your half-ass in
Out of the rain"

If you knew Peggy Legg
You’d be down at her knee
An beg an beg
For her to just give you
Some time a’day
But she’s just blow you a kiss, boy
And twirls a twirl
And blows you away

T. Allen-clavinova, vocal;
Lloyd Maines-dobro, acoustic guitar;
Richard Bowden-fiddle; Donnie Maines-drums, percussion;
Stan Smith-clarinet; Jo Carol Pierce-voice of "Peggy Legg," snap, kiss.

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Hey Remember all those
psychedelic nights
When your head come loose
and floated into the lights
And all them girls
without any tops at all
Down in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall
And Remember how all the
fantasies worked
Little flags in front of the tract homes
by the church
It’s a wonder anything’s left
to hurt at all
Down in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall
Yea

Remember the flower children
and their shit-eating grins
Wearing buckskin building teepees
trying to be Indians
An Remember the reservation
with the drunks against the wall
Peddling turquoise to the tourists
Down in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall

Remember the Holy Road
running red
With blood from the mouths of mystics
when they said
"Let’s eat flesh from the knees of Jesus
while he crawls"
Down in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall
Yeah

Remember the Christian Soldiers
armed to the teeth beneath the stars
Watching the jungle burn
from beside their armored cars
We saw it all on TV
while we ate just what we saw
So we could partake in history
without our names on the Wall or
Down in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall
(repeat first verse)

T. Allen-piano, vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic guitar, bass;
Richard Bowden-fiddle, cello; Donnie Maines-drums, percussion;
David Byrne- electric guitar.

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Hey Up on the Caprock
Me and my baby ride
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Cause this old Ford can still fly
Got Four Roses in a sack
An we ain’t lookin’ back tonight

Some top 40 Shorty’s
Singin on the radio
An there’s cotton fields forever
On both sides of the road
It’s till the Flatland Boogie
But where did the Wolfman go

Old photographs turn yellow
Times they come and go
But we can still do the boogie
From the High Plains to Mexico
Some old Angel from Amarillo
Must be helpin us to hold it on the road
Moonlight’s a fallin
Look at that caliche glow
An old coyote’s a howlin

Doesn’t know he’s too old
Headlights a shinin
On all we ever need to know

Cross the Llano Estacado
Baby’s till by my side
Ain’t no reason to stop
An there ain’t no place to hide
You want to Flatland Boogie
Better flat out come and ride
(repeat chorus)

for Jo Harvey

Flatland Chorus: T. Allen, Jo Harvey Allen, Lloyd Maines,
Casey "Guitar Man" Maines, Chad "Rock Man" Maines,
Richard Bowden, Rob Patterson, David Byrne, Lucinda Williams.
T. Allen-piano, clavinova, lead vocal;
Lloyd Maines-acoustic slide, pedal steel;
Richard Bowden-fiddle; Donnie Maines-drums, percussion;
Lucinda Williams-harmony vocal.

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Chris Oglesby
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