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Not A Nice Old Man

by George Pratt

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1.
Hobo Army 02:49
Me and my Hobo Army Were gonna be comin' after you Me and my Hobo Army We're gonna put you in the stew (cook ya,eat ya) You can't run. You can't hide. My Hobo Army is at my side. Shabby men in shabby clothes. Each one has a runny nose. So what ya gonna do? (gonna come after you...stew) Me and my Hobo Army We're gonna kick down your door. Me and my Hobo Army We're always hungry for more. You can't run. You can't hide. My Hobo Army is at my side. Shabby men in shabby clothes. Each one has a runny nose. So what ya gonna do? (put ya in the stew...cook ya and eat ya good) You can't run. You can't hide. My Hobo Army is at my side. Shabby men in shabby clothes. Each one has a runny nose. (sniffle) So what ya gonna do?
2.
Well I'm passed the boulevard Out here underneath the stars And I'm flying past these houses, farms and fields. Leaving all I know back home. Driving through the cold alone. Holding on to nothing but the wheel I've been trying to drive you off my mind. O' Lately that way maybe we can Leave it all behind. Well I'm steering clear of the interstate. I'm seeking out these old two lanes, Trying to explain the way I feel. When all at once it's half past three And it's down to them trucks and me And I'm holding on to nothing but the wheel I've been trying to drive you off my mind. Oh Lately that way maybe we can Leave it all behind. Well 41 rolls on an on. Them headlights winding in the dark. The sky is the color now of polished steel. The only thing I know for sure Is she don't want me anymore. And I'm holding on to nothing. Holding on to nothing. Yes I'm holding onto nothing but the wheel.
3.
There he is all stretched out On your living room rug. Drank five beers now he's fast asleep Snug as a bug. Sleeping Steve, he don't ever leave. Titty bar and big black car. Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve. Titty bar and big black car. Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve. Calls you up 10 O'clock Wakes up all your kids. Yelling about some stupid shit He says he did. Sleeping Steve, he don't ever leave. Titty bar and big black car. Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve. Titty bar and big black car. Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve. Calls you up 10 O'clock Wakes up all your kids. Yelling about some stupid shit He says he did. Sleeping Steve, he don't ever leave. Titty bar and big black car. Heading south, he don't get far, not Steve. Not Steve.
4.
Head wrapped in a do-rag. Bottle in a brown bag. He's standing on a sewer drain. Head full of bull crap. He's screaming black rap. Oh the drugs has driven him insane. You can feel the strain when you're Down in Spanish Plain. It's enough to break your back. Poverty and crack pipes. Dead cat with black stripes. I ain't going back again. Oh the sun and the rain Come around here just the same. To those people that's lining up For that misery train. Down in old Spanish Plain. Old lady with a shopping cart. She's got a bad heart, And it's uphill in the driving rain. Her kid done gone bad. He never knew his dad. Oh the drugs has driven him insane. You can feel the strain baby Down in Spanish Plain. It's enough to break your back. Poverty and crack pipes. Dead cat with black stripes. I ain't going back again. Oh the sun and the rain Come around here just the same. To those people that's lining up For that misery train. Down in old Spanish Plain.
5.
We drove all the way from Albany Through the rainy Vermont night. I pulled out a pack of Newports And she asked me for a light. So I told her a joke As she blew out the smoke And the miles rolled by and by. I made it a point when I rolled that joint To make time and wonder why. Oh the morning sun turned her skin to bronze Her clothes smell like fresh air Every time I get my chance it lingers in the air. So I choke down my heart As we drift apart And sit there with nothing to say. Ain't no need to push it now. Tomorrows another day. It's another day. We drove all the way from Albany Through the rainy Vermont night. Pulled out a pack of Newports And I asked him for a light. And he told me a joke As I blew out the smoke And the miles rolled by and by. Made it a point as he rolled that joint To take time and wonder why. Oh the morning sun turned his skin to bronze His clothes smelled like fresh air And every time I get my chance it lingers in the air. So I choke down my heart As we drift apart And sit there with nothing to say. Ain't no need to push it now. Tomorrows another day. It's another day. We drove all the way from Tampa Through the foggy Georgia night. She pulled out a pack of Newports And she asked me for a light. And she told me a joke As she blew out the smoke And the miles rolled by and by. I made it a point when I rolled that joint To Take time and wonder why. Oh the morning sun turned her skin to bronze Her clothes smelled like fresh air Every time I get my chance it lingers in the air. So I choke down my heart As we drift apart And sit there with nothing to say. Ain't no need to push it now. Tomorrows another day. It's another day. We drove all the way from Tampa Through the foggy Georgia night. Pulled out a pack of Newports And asked him for a light. Then he told me a joke As I blew out the smoke And the miles rolled by and by. I made it a point as he rolled that joint To take time and wonder why. The morning sun turned his skin to bronze His clothes smelled like fresh air And every time I get my chance it just lingers in the air. So I choke down my heart As we drift apart And sit there with nothing to say. Ain't no need to push it now. Tomorrows another day. Just another day.
6.
1 %'er You 03:24
Gotta hold on tight To your golden crown. Oh you gotta grasp it close When the tax man comes around. So who in the world now did you screw? You old 1 %'er you. Didn't even live in all your houses. Though I know you're trying to. Couldn't even drive all your fancy cars If you had another you. You old 1 %'er you. Oh who in the world now did you screw? You old 1 %'er you. You hid it in the Cayman's, In Switzerland. You put it in your wife's maiden name Because you know you can. So who in the world now did you screw? Nasty old 1 %'er you. Couldn't even live in all your houses. Though I know you're trying to. Couldn't even drive all your fancy cars If you had another you. Who in the world now did you screw? No old 1 %'er you.
7.
"Second Street and Broadway Sittin' in a doorway Head held in his hands Looked to all the world Like he was prayin' Foot wrapped in old rag Bottle in a brown bag I saw him trying to stand Then I heard the words that he was sayin' He said... Come on, Carrie Carry me a little farther Come on, Carrie Carry me one more mile I don't know where it's leadin' to But I know I can make it if I lean on you So come on, Carrie Carry me a little I carried you, now carry me a little Come on, Carrie, carry me a little while When he struggled to his feet And staggered down the street To the window of a five and dime He stood and laughed a while at his reflection And then I heard him shoutin' Something 'bout a mountain He could surely climb If she was only there To point to right direction But she ain't, no, but she ain't, no... He said Come on, Carrie Carry me a little farther Come on, Carrie Carry me one more mile I don't know where it's leadin' to But I know I can make it if I lean on you So come on, Carrie Carry me a little I carried you, now carry me a little Come on, Carrie Carry me a little while... "
8.
Last night I had the strangest dream That I has ever had I dreamed the world had all agreed That they would call me dad OH they came to me with their arms outstretched Their palms up towards they sky And I looked at them And smiled and said Fuck You I ain't that kinda guy Fuck you and your Momma too And all the baby animals in the zoo Maybe your little sis Can chug a mug of my piss So fuck you and your Momma too And all the fuzzy animals in the zoo Maybe your dear old mom Can guzzle my come OH they came to me with their arms outstretched Their palms up towards they sky And I looked at them And smiled and said I ain't that kinda guy Oh I wish I hadn't never seen A face like you got now I wanna say to you And this is how Fuck you and your Momma too All the baby animals in the zoo Maybe your little sis Can chug a mug of my piss So fuck you and your Momma too And all them fuzzy animals in the zoo Maybe your dear old mom Can guzzle my come

about

All songs written by George Pratt
except “Carry Me, Carrie” written by Shel Silverstein

All songs arranged by
George Pratt - guitar & vocals
Will Michaels – guitar
Thom Scagliotti – bass
Holly Brewer - vocals - “We Drove All the Way”
Sophia Cacciola – drums - “Sleepin' Steve”

Full album download includes bonus track "Piss Wall" remastered

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released July 15, 2014

Thank Yous to
UNregularRadio Dex M.F. Ter, Matt Lax, Dave Crespo, Rick Goodenow, John Loftus, Matt McNiss, Rob Carballo, Matt O'Brien, Luke Jackman, Holly Brewer, Sophia Cacciola, Michael J Epstein, stoneotis.com, Aaron Darter, Vinay Bhatt, WEMFradio.com, coffee, cigarettes, 420, phishthoughts.com, PhantasyTour.com, Phish.net, all stagehands everywhere, Coventry Vt. August 2004, CSS, Mike Pinner, Mike Zamora, and my kids Ryan, Chris, Mike, Danielle, and Jennifer.

I would especially like to thank my mom and dad George and Carol Pratt and my brother Kerry (Mike) Pratt for being there my whole life at every turn of the road and my kids for insuring my time as a wage slave, but I LOVE THEM and that's that.

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