1. |
Picking Up Pieces
03:26
|
|||
Don’t be mad, don’t be mad cause you’re on a roll
Your time will come and you’re lit up just fine
Hold it down, hold down don’t let them get a hold
Country road, 150 red line
I need a taste of this broken life
I’m picking up pieces and I’m doing fine
You look good, look good so let’s go out tonight
You want more, did I say something wrong
Wanna dance, wanna dance with the Devil now
Get to know you and we’ll move this along
I need a taste of this broken life
I’m picking up pieces and I’m doing fine
Can’t get enough of this broken life
I’m picking up pieces and I’m doing fine
I’m falling off that ledge….Along the razors edge
You’re the thorn in my side…You’ve been buried deep inside
I need a taste of this broken life
I’m picking up pieces and I’m doing fine
I can’t get enough of this broken life
I’m picking up pieces I think I’m doing fine
|
||||
2. |
Whatcha Hiding
02:55
|
|||
Hey you, you wanna take the best of me
Little sister we got to love and let it be
I’ve got something for your little pride
Whole lot of lovin’ to keep you by my side
What do you want from me?
Why can’t you wait and see?
What’s buried deep inside?
What dirty little secrets do you hide?
Whatcha Hiding?
Riding, through the back woods and we’re high
Motor running and the engines purring fine
Another breakdown in a dusty town
But, the dealers find us, they know when we’re around
Every night I find lying on the floor
Needle in your arm and you’re begging me for more
What's buried deep inside?
What dirty little secrets do you hide?
-Solo-
What do you want from me?
Why can’t you wait and see?
What’s buried deep inside?
What dirty little secrets do you hide?
Whatcha Hiding? (x4)
|
||||
3. |
Swinging Death
02:30
|
|||
Prison break and I’m heading outta sight
Inmates running for their wretched little lives
A wrong conviction and the jury’s lost
Death sentence life in a shoe-box
Clocks ticking, moving fast
Last supper, make it last
Preacher read my last rights
No regrets
Everything is alright
Warden, kill me tonight
Family’s crying cause it’s over now
Appeals lost and I don’t know how
My souls gone I’m off to never land
Grim Reaper’s got me shaking fucking hands
Clocks ticking, moving fast
Last supper, make it last
Preacher read my last rights, No regrets
Everything is alright
Swinging death tonight
The gas chamber sounds fine
Warden, give me a light
Long walk to impending doom, sorrow fills the goddamn room
Strap me in real tight, I’m on my final ride…..hell yeah
Everything is alright
A final pardon would be nice
Firing line sounds fine
Warden just turn back time…I’ll say good night
|
||||
4. |
High N' Dry
04:32
|
|||
I’ve been waiting for you to come…..down
Preacher takes you by the hand
Another promise of a better land
Fills your head with hopes and dreams
Blinding you from the bloody screams
Another one to take you there
And we’re headed for a ride
Every time you slip away
I run high and dry
Mama filled you up with love and pride
Raised you up Rocky Mountain high
I’m watching you search for what you’ll find
Just sit back, relax I’m gonna blow you mind
Another one to take you there
And we’re headed for a ride
Every time you slip away
I run high and dry
Another one to take you there
And we’re headed for a ride
Every time you slip away
I run high and dry
I can’t hear a thing you say
So stop your god damn crying
I’m moving on my way
Cause now I’m high and dry
|
Buffalo Bill Toronto, Ontario
An electrifying three-piece outfit hailing from Toronto that pack a brass knuckle punch of biker bar blues fully loaded with vicious licks and pounding rhythms guaranteed to keep heads banging and the whiskey flowing.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Buffalo Bill, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp