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No More Hallelujahs

by The Woods Colt

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The night that John was born There was a storm It raged and it poured All night until the dawn And all the rain that fell Put out every flame in hell Which was a mighty task He did perform Well there's no more hallelujahs When you're gone When you were born The angels sang their song Minutes before you died They sang their last lullaby Saying there won't be hallelujahs When you're gone John's a man On whom we all depend All of us owe him A thing or two Far and wide We're sure that you won't find A man like John So Big John here's to you! Years went by And he grew ten feet tall He lived outside 'cause houses were too small He used his giant size To tear Heaven from the skies And brought it down to Earth Here for us all Legend says He saved 10,000 lives One selfless deed Became a sacrifice Their future's in his hands In the end, he's just a man And his heroes human heart Could not survive John's a man On whom we all depend We all owe him A thing or two Jesus Christ could have Used John in his life But now he's gone So Big John here's to you!
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Hand In Hand 03:58
Excuse me, Mister Carpenter How much can I offer ya To tell me if you’ve seen My husband Stan Sorry Miss to tell you this But he’s had more Then just a kiss I think he’s gone beyond Your sacred plan Because I saw your man He was walking hand in hand He was with a pretty lady Hand in hand, so Why don’t you just follow me I’ll show you how love’s Supposed to be And give you everything He never can But what about my Stan? Hello there Pretty Lydia How much can I pity ya To tell me if you’ve met With my old man Sorry miss, you’ve got it wrong, I haven’t seen Stan all along But here’s the latest That I’ve heard from him He told me you were far away That I should visit him someday To come to him if I have the need to cum But then I saw you man He was walking hand in hand He was with a pretty lady hand in hand, so Show that whore an argument And pull out old four-blade Pearl Gent She’ll run like hell and leave that bastard Stan But I have a better plan Oh, oh Then I saw Patricia Lee She used to smile tenderly But now there’s only scorn in every glare Patricia, dear, it’s becoming clear Perhaps we’ve got an issue here Why do you wish to pain me with your stare Because I love your man We go walking hand in hand We make it by the water in the sand, so I pulled out my pocket knife Took one quick blow to end her life And cut off that sly bitch Patricia’s hand And you bet your ass I showed my husband Stan I cut that filthy hand off her, then put my wedding ring on her And brought it to her suitor in the end And you could say I didn’t give a damn That they would walk forever hand in hand Oh, oh
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There is a place The old folks say That the children Shouldn't play But it is the case That children go And play there anyway There's a hole in the ground And legend says That it goes all the way down And whatever is lost In the hole will never be found And then there'll be a children's rain Then one summer's day Little Peter left And never came home So the deputy Took to the road And he went out to the hole Meanwhile back in town There was a storm A-brewin' in the sky And it began raining blood And it rained blood All through the night And it was a children's rain The next day The parents took the children To where Peter died The children made bouquets And threw them over the side Meanwhile back in town There was a storm, But no rain did fall But there were flower petals In the air as thick as a fog And it was a children's rain The next day Peter's mother went and Took off to the woods She never came home But then again, nobody Thought she would Meanwhile back in town Everyone knew that She had found her little boy Because there was a storm And it began to rain tears of joy And it was a children's rain
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All songs were written by and belong to The Woods Colt (R. Jess Dettmann and Casey Desmond)

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released September 21, 2010

No More Hallelujahs EP
Produced and Engineered by Casey Desmond at Square Melon Studios
Hand In Hand Was Also Engineered by Taylor Barefoot at Taylor Barefoot Studios
Brian James Wanders at the Center for Digital Imaging Arts at Boston University, and Nate Christy at Karmic Music
Mixed by Casey Desmond
Additional Mixing & Mastered by Taylor Barefoot
Photography by Mary Lee Desmond
Masks by Eric Bornstein
Graphic Design by Casey Desmond, additional Graphics by Robbie Lordi

No More Hallelujahs
Lyrics and Composition by Casey Desmond & Robert Jess Dettmann
Casey Desmond: Vocals, Ukelele, Hand Percussion, Claps
Robert Jess Dettmann: Vocals, Mandolin, Piano, Hammond Organ, Claps
Taylor Barefoot: Lap Steel, Electric Guitar, Drums

Hand In Hand
Lyrics and Composition by Casey Desmond
Robert Jess Dettmann: Accordion, Mandolin
Casey Desmond: Vocals, Guitar, Hammond Organ, Hand Percussion, Omnichord,
Taylor Barefoot: Lap Steel, Electric Guitar, Drums, Hand Percussion, Banjo
Mike Boston: Backup Vocals
Brit Woollard: Cellos, Backup Vocals
Steve Sidhly: Dobro, Banjo, Bass

Children's Rain
Lyrics by Robert Jess Dettmann,
Composition by Casey Desmond and Robert Jess Dettmann
Casey Desmond: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Twelve String Guitar, Farfisa Organs, Fun Machine Organ, Glockenspiel, Hand Percussion, Programming
Robert Jess Dettmann: Vocals, Mandolin, Lowery Organ Drums
Steve Sidhly: Dobro, Classical Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Taylor Barefoot: Drums, Lap Steel, Electric Guitar

Big John's Real Long Funeral Song
Composition by Robert Jess Dettmann and Casey Desmond
Robert Jess Dettmann: Mandolin, Piano, Hammond Organ, Claps
Casey Desmond: Vocals, Electric Guitars, Ukelele, Hand Percussion, Claps
Taylor Barefoot: Lap Steel

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